Unbreak
Across
Andy
First of all, the way she's folding her arms in front of her chest is fucking distracting. Second, I don't really know much about this woman; I guess trying to keep any associations with her at the minimum wasn't enough right from the day she literally passed out on my shoulder in that party or the night she stumbled into my room or when CC for what mothafucking reason of his is interested in her but seriously this was getting really, really weird- she's practically somehow found her way into my freaking house! “Shit, is that my mom's...”
“Yeah. She told me to wear it for tonight.” She forces a smile, her stance still looking like that of a five-year old's tantrum. I'd say white is really her colour, sort of different... And tight. My eyes dart away from her cleavage and I meet her beautifully carved out scowl that pries away all the fun. “Now tell, what do you need?” She demands looking down at her nails.
“Aw Kellz, don't be so bitchy. I thought since you're no doubt going to be staying here tonight, we could have a chat. You know.” I shrug playfully with a habitual smirk. I wish I could somehow remove her place in Cincinnati and maybe put her somewhere far, far, far away; so we wouldn't have met. Ever.
“Gosh, don'tflatter me. Just because you,” She jabs a finger at my chest with accusing eyes and I notice the tone of her voice reaching a higher note. “are all-all you know, all puppy blue eyes, got that bad boy smirk, pretty face, those piercings and punk look an-and being the popular lead singer of a boy band...that, is not going to let me be interviewed into how boring my life is, thanks. I know what you are thinking. I'm sorry but if you want I will go home right now.” The slight tingling in my face subsides and I take a minute to think.
I utter the only thought that had been scratching my mind, “Why can't you go home?” She steps back, stunned like a deer caught in the headlights of a ghost truck. I purposefully step further, studying her grey eyes beaming like a huntress. “Why were you at Stacy's when clearly she doesn't think shit about you?” Her eyes dart towards the door. “You've got shit time working at freaking Gloria's but never at school.” I chuckle and casually place a hand on the wall beside her shoulder, cornering her, carefully avoiding contact with her skin. She chuckles along with me and finally decides to answer, “I-It was a sleepover. Stacy is a friend. Is that wrong-”
“Come on, damn woman. You are lying to me! You're the worst one I have ever met in this whole goddamned fucking world!” I didn't mean to raise my voice but for some reason I couldn't help myself. She sighs and pushes with both her hands against my chest probably pissed. I intentionally allow her a way.
“Just what's up with you?” I adjure, trying to calm my tone down.
She turns back to me, her high pony flipping to her other shoulder. “Why do you need to know that? Why would you even care about me anyway?!” She yells, hands flying in upward direction, her face practically staining pink. If I could mute this whole scene, I would most probably be laughing my ass out at her..
“Now what, you think I'm some homeless, fucked up teenager known nothing more than the boob-girl from the poster-”“Is that what they're calling you?” She doesn't answer and turns her face away from me. My eyebrows corrugate.
“You're crying.” I blurt totally abashed. My eyes actually widen- This is not a scenario I have come accross before. I watch her wipe her face frantically with her back facing me. “No. You're so- Just g-go away.” She swallows her quivering words. She might be someone that sounds like some bad... influence but I do have sympathy, damn it and now I feel deep inside something is not right. Is it me? This confuses me because I always thought I always found my way with the female population but I never thought this... she would happen. I need to know what happened. Fuck you for making me feel guilty.
I barely hear my mom calling out for dinner. I look away from her hidden sobbing figure, dumbstruck and I don't know, troubled? Maybe I did cross my line today and yes, I regret it a tiny bit. So I just did what felt right- walk away and leave her alone.
First of all, the way she's folding her arms in front of her chest is fucking distracting. Second, I don't really know much about this woman; I guess trying to keep any associations with her at the minimum wasn't enough right from the day she literally passed out on my shoulder in that party or the night she stumbled into my room or when CC for what mothafucking reason of his is interested in her but seriously this was getting really, really weird- she's practically somehow found her way into my freaking house! “Shit, is that my mom's...”
“Yeah. She told me to wear it for tonight.” She forces a smile, her stance still looking like that of a five-year old's tantrum. I'd say white is really her colour, sort of different... And tight. My eyes dart away from her cleavage and I meet her beautifully carved out scowl that pries away all the fun. “Now tell, what do you need?” She demands looking down at her nails.
“Aw Kellz, don't be so bitchy. I thought since you're no doubt going to be staying here tonight, we could have a chat. You know.” I shrug playfully with a habitual smirk. I wish I could somehow remove her place in Cincinnati and maybe put her somewhere far, far, far away; so we wouldn't have met. Ever.
“Gosh, don'tflatter me. Just because you,” She jabs a finger at my chest with accusing eyes and I notice the tone of her voice reaching a higher note. “are all-all you know, all puppy blue eyes, got that bad boy smirk, pretty face, those piercings and punk look an-and being the popular lead singer of a boy band...that, is not going to let me be interviewed into how boring my life is, thanks. I know what you are thinking. I'm sorry but if you want I will go home right now.” The slight tingling in my face subsides and I take a minute to think.
I utter the only thought that had been scratching my mind, “Why can't you go home?” She steps back, stunned like a deer caught in the headlights of a ghost truck. I purposefully step further, studying her grey eyes beaming like a huntress. “Why were you at Stacy's when clearly she doesn't think shit about you?” Her eyes dart towards the door. “You've got shit time working at freaking Gloria's but never at school.” I chuckle and casually place a hand on the wall beside her shoulder, cornering her, carefully avoiding contact with her skin. She chuckles along with me and finally decides to answer, “I-It was a sleepover. Stacy is a friend. Is that wrong-”
“Come on, damn woman. You are lying to me! You're the worst one I have ever met in this whole goddamned fucking world!” I didn't mean to raise my voice but for some reason I couldn't help myself. She sighs and pushes with both her hands against my chest probably pissed. I intentionally allow her a way.
“Just what's up with you?” I adjure, trying to calm my tone down.
She turns back to me, her high pony flipping to her other shoulder. “Why do you need to know that? Why would you even care about me anyway?!” She yells, hands flying in upward direction, her face practically staining pink. If I could mute this whole scene, I would most probably be laughing my ass out at her..
“Now what, you think I'm some homeless, fucked up teenager known nothing more than the boob-girl from the poster-”“Is that what they're calling you?” She doesn't answer and turns her face away from me. My eyebrows corrugate.
“You're crying.” I blurt totally abashed. My eyes actually widen- This is not a scenario I have come accross before. I watch her wipe her face frantically with her back facing me. “No. You're so- Just g-go away.” She swallows her quivering words. She might be someone that sounds like some bad... influence but I do have sympathy, damn it and now I feel deep inside something is not right. Is it me? This confuses me because I always thought I always found my way with the female population but I never thought this... she would happen. I need to know what happened. Fuck you for making me feel guilty.
I barely hear my mom calling out for dinner. I look away from her hidden sobbing figure, dumbstruck and I don't know, troubled? Maybe I did cross my line today and yes, I regret it a tiny bit. So I just did what felt right- walk away and leave her alone.
Notes
Kellz??!??
Heyy my deah readarz. I'm back.
My holidays have started and the past 4 days have been shit crazy. But now I have more time to write. So Yay!
BTW, I'm listening to #WDHTD. The chorus is so danceable even though he's talking about not dancing. Lol.
Anyway, see y'all at the next chapter! :D
Can u update soon I don't mean to seem rude but I just love this story
6/5/16