We Stitch These Wounds
Chapter 10 - What Are You Like Drunk?
Kellin and I had never kissed before. Sure, I'd felt attracted to him at times, but we've never had the right moment to confirm whether we were actually just really close friends, or if unknown to ourselves, we were just waiting for the other to realise that secretly we were the perfect couple. Question asked, and answered. Kissing Kellin felt like kissing my cousin. It was good, he knows what he's doing and everything, he gets the right amount of give and take, and defintely no washing machine syndrome, but it still felt so wrong. We pulled out of the kiss and looked at one another for a second. His smile was reflecting my thoughts and the awkwardness settled around us. You don't get to be best friends for 6 years and never be stuck in awkward situations, so Kellin and I had methods for diffusing the situation.
Kellin and I just burst out laughing at one another. "That was worse than kissing my sister! I mean really Scar, the only thing I've ever done that's weirder than that is--" I interrupted him.
"--Eat peanut butter and jelly pizza, and like it!" He pushed me lightly as we were laughing and got out of the booth. We waited for out photos and didnt even bother to pick up the last 5 and walked out to the car inspecting them. Out of 20 photos, there were a few nice ones, the rest had blurry faces and one managed to only have my leg and Kellin's arm in... We're not sure how that happened... But the awkwardness had gone away so it worked out well. I drove back to his so we could get changed for the party that night, picking Vic up on the way. I had already dropped my clothes off at his earlier to avoid going home. I had picked out a black shirt with cut out arms with 'The Guns and Roses' logo on the front, a leather jacket to hide my defensive bruises against my mothers brutal attack, a pair of black skinny jeans and my favourite maroon Doc Martens. I had my hair in a messy ponytail with my fringe hanging down, as far as I was concerned, I thought I looked pretty good.
Until I opened the door to Andy. He looked tidier than usual, he still looked like a scruff bag, but some how that just added to how good looking he was. He was leaning against the door frame surprisingly not smoking. He didnt have a jacket on, neither did Kellin or Vic and I suddenly felt self conscious about the fact that I was the only one with a jacket on. I looked down and tugged at the sleeves pulling them over my hands. I couldn't take it off, I didn't want Andy to see them again. I was going to have to feel like an outcast again. He smiled at me and pulled me closer by one of my belt loops.
"You clean up nicely, princess." He looked me in the eyes. I was dying to kiss him, but he made no attempt to move closer.
"Yeah? It's a shame you still look like a scruffy twat then." I was kind of still mad at him for what he did yesterday, but the fact that I was trying to be mean to him seemed to just make him smile even more.
"It's my look and you love it." I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door and we started the walk to Amy's. Kellin and Vic lagged behind leaving me alone to talk to Andy, just how I wanted it to be. He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. He was walking slowly next to me, his hand kept brushing against mine, making my heart beat faster, I felt so nervous around him.
"What are you like when you're drunk?" The question shocked me slightly, and when I looked at him he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him, I felt like his confidence had faltered slightly and I could see a slight hint of worry in his eyes in the evening sunset.
"I don't drink, what are you like when you're drunk?" He seemed to relax a bit when I said that put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me over to the side of the pavement and just stood there looking away from me, "No walls and I'm very honest, I debated about letting you come tonight," he looked at me with serious eyes but he was smiling a little, "but I know you want to know what I think and get inside my head, so you're staying with me tonight and I apologise for anything in advance that I say or do that embarrasses you." I wanted to kiss him so badly, but he'd already started off again in the direction of the party dragging me underneath his arm.
I couldn't help thinking to myself that tonight was either going to be really good, or really bad.
Kellin and I just burst out laughing at one another. "That was worse than kissing my sister! I mean really Scar, the only thing I've ever done that's weirder than that is--" I interrupted him.
"--Eat peanut butter and jelly pizza, and like it!" He pushed me lightly as we were laughing and got out of the booth. We waited for out photos and didnt even bother to pick up the last 5 and walked out to the car inspecting them. Out of 20 photos, there were a few nice ones, the rest had blurry faces and one managed to only have my leg and Kellin's arm in... We're not sure how that happened... But the awkwardness had gone away so it worked out well. I drove back to his so we could get changed for the party that night, picking Vic up on the way. I had already dropped my clothes off at his earlier to avoid going home. I had picked out a black shirt with cut out arms with 'The Guns and Roses' logo on the front, a leather jacket to hide my defensive bruises against my mothers brutal attack, a pair of black skinny jeans and my favourite maroon Doc Martens. I had my hair in a messy ponytail with my fringe hanging down, as far as I was concerned, I thought I looked pretty good.
Until I opened the door to Andy. He looked tidier than usual, he still looked like a scruff bag, but some how that just added to how good looking he was. He was leaning against the door frame surprisingly not smoking. He didnt have a jacket on, neither did Kellin or Vic and I suddenly felt self conscious about the fact that I was the only one with a jacket on. I looked down and tugged at the sleeves pulling them over my hands. I couldn't take it off, I didn't want Andy to see them again. I was going to have to feel like an outcast again. He smiled at me and pulled me closer by one of my belt loops.
"You clean up nicely, princess." He looked me in the eyes. I was dying to kiss him, but he made no attempt to move closer.
"Yeah? It's a shame you still look like a scruffy twat then." I was kind of still mad at him for what he did yesterday, but the fact that I was trying to be mean to him seemed to just make him smile even more.
"It's my look and you love it." I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door and we started the walk to Amy's. Kellin and Vic lagged behind leaving me alone to talk to Andy, just how I wanted it to be. He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. He was walking slowly next to me, his hand kept brushing against mine, making my heart beat faster, I felt so nervous around him.
"What are you like when you're drunk?" The question shocked me slightly, and when I looked at him he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him, I felt like his confidence had faltered slightly and I could see a slight hint of worry in his eyes in the evening sunset.
"I don't drink, what are you like when you're drunk?" He seemed to relax a bit when I said that put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me over to the side of the pavement and just stood there looking away from me, "No walls and I'm very honest, I debated about letting you come tonight," he looked at me with serious eyes but he was smiling a little, "but I know you want to know what I think and get inside my head, so you're staying with me tonight and I apologise for anything in advance that I say or do that embarrasses you." I wanted to kiss him so badly, but he'd already started off again in the direction of the party dragging me underneath his arm.
I couldn't help thinking to myself that tonight was either going to be really good, or really bad.
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11/29/15