𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. (on hold.)

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

chapter twelve.
[12] "THE SILENCE WAS TOO LOUD"

I was still standing on the balcony, watching down at what seemed like a group of happy couples by the pool while simultaneously thinking about how stupid I've been to ever think that Asher could even like me back.

Of course he thinks so low of me. That's probably what everyone thinks of me.

But at the same time, he's drunk, he doesn't really know what he's saying right??

My thoughts were interrupted by Johnny's hand on mine. I lifted my head up to meet his gorgeous eyes only then noticing his wounded jaw and busted lip which didn't fail to make my eyes widen.

I shouldn't have left him there.
What's wrong with me???

"You-"

"I-"

"Let's go." I sighed, cutting him off to which he remained silent.

I bet he's wondering why I'm not going full protective girlfriend mode on him right now.

I could've definitely used the term mom instead, Let's ignore that.

But, the only reason i'm not doing that is because for once, I actually sort of felt a weight slide off my shoulders and it puzzled me a little. Maybe even more than a little.

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We were currently up in my bedroom, he was sitting on the shut toilet seat as I stood between his legs, cleaning up his wounds.

Neither of us spoke at all. Well, except for my soft 'sit' that I ordered him to do. There was clear tension in the air that I just wanted to chop off.

Why isn't he speaking??
Can he insult or flirt with me already??? The silence was too loud and I'm definitely hating every bit of it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit him." He finally mumbled. My hand was placed on his left cheek as I tried to draped a bandage over his jaw. I raised a brow and he sighed, "Fine," He rolled his eyes. "I don't regret hitting him one bit."

A faint smile broke out my face, "I didn't even say anything," I said softly.

"But I know what your thinking, I hit your favourite person, it must sting a little," He said, a faint smile appearing on his face too, it was hardly noticeable but it caught my eye.

I didn't know whether he was joking or not.
Favourite person?

"He's definitely not my favourite person," I scoffed. My forehead scrunched up a little, "I liked him okay? but we hardly ever talked. He's never been anything close to my favourite person or whatever the hell you mean by that." I told him as if I was trying to myself something too.

He looked away, "Right, well, I'm still sorry for ruining your night."

I stopped doing whatever I was doing and looked directly into his eyes, "This isn't any of your fault, if anything it's Ashers. I wanted to get the hell out of there anyway." I reassured him. "And well, I'm sorry for leaving you alone with that idiot too." I said softly, resuming what I was doing.

A soft laugh escaped his lips in response, something I've grown quite fond of.

We remained quiet for a bit while his eyes were focused on my face. Thank god I have a little makeup on right now.

"You have pretty eyes." He commented quite suddenly, breaking the evident silence.

I rested my arms on his shoulders, which basically got my arms to wrap around neck. "My eyes look like shit."