I was sitting at a booth watching the boys do their sound check for a gig at this club.
Reggie kept looking over at this girl that worked there and winking at her. I rolled my eyes and tried my best to look anywhere but him.
We just kissed the other night and without talking about anything he was flirting with another girl. It kind of hurt in a weird way which makes no sense to me because we had kissed once, and I wasn't even sure if it meant anything or not.
I did really like him though, and I mean I think he likes me. We did kiss and he did give me his flannel to wear when I was cold earlier but he's always done that when I was cold so does it really mean anything?
After a while it becomes hard not to look at him even though I really do try. It's no use though. After a while I can't take it. I wave to my cousin Luke to tell him I'm leaving and he nods, waving back to me with a smile.
When Reggie notices me leaving he frowns slightly but doesn't do anything else.
I go home and go to the garage, the boys practice at my house because aunt Emily won't let them practice there.
I sit at my drawing desk in the corner with my sketch book and turn on my lamp, not wanting to turn on the big light because then mom would know I was home and she would start questioning why I'm home early and I didn't feel like explaining.
I look around for something to draw and notice a flower that had been put in a vase on my drawing table.
(When I say drawing table I'm think of like those easel things that animators used to use when they drew the movies on paper from scratch)
The colors are beautiful and the shape is interesting. I start doing a mock up drawing, making sure I'm getting it write before grabbing a piece of black drawing paper.
I do a light outline on the paper with a piece of white chalk. After I do that I open one of rehearsal drawers and take out the expensive pastels that my grandma had gotten me for my birthday last year.
I grabbed a few of the colors and went to work. I color and blend and look back at the flower on my desk and then continue.
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(I don't know who actually drew this but credit to them)
After an hour or two (I really have no idea how long it's been) I finish. My hands are covered in the pastels so I go to the bathroom and wash them.
When I walk out Reggie is looking at the drawing on my desk.
"I see you got my flower." He says, "the drawings pretty. Why haven't you signed it yet?" He asks, tapping the top left corner of the paper where I always signed my work.
I just ignored him. I went to my desk and sat down, I grab a piece of white chalk and sign it in the same place as always.
I grab a thumb tack and pin the drawing on the giant cork board next to my drawing desk.
"Y/n! Come on y/n. Are you really not gonna talk to me?" He asks as I walk out. He chases after me but I don't stop walking, I make it four blocks before he makes me stop walking, "please talk to me?" He begs.
I don't budge though, just turn and keep walking.
"If you aren't gonna talk to me at least give me my flannel back." He says.
I raise an eyebrow and he holds out his hand, his face unreadable. We're playing a game right now and I've always been competitive. I refuse to react irrationally to what he's acting.
I simply slip off the flannel, revealing the black bustier I was wearing with the leather skirt that went to about mid-thigh. Reggie seems on the verge of breaking right there but he doesn't. Instead he takes the flannel from my hands.
I turn and continue walking, making sure to sway my hips slightly, my black pumps clicking against the asphalt.
I hear Reggie's footsteps behind me and smirk to myself.
"We can't just leave it like this!" He tells me, I just keep walking.
Am I being a bit over dramatic? Maybe. Am I enjoying messing with him? Yes. Is it fair? Also yes.
He wants to confuse me and play games?
Well darling I can play games too.
"Come on y/n! This doesn't have to be difficult. I just wanna talk." He says, I just turn and look him up and down before turning back around and continuing to walk.
I walk until I feel him grab my arm, I turn around and look at him, acting like I have no idea in the world what he could possibly want.
"Please just talk to me." He begs.
"You gonna stop messing with my head?" I ask him.
He looks confused and then he realizes what I'm talking about, "oh! Yeah I see why you're mad now."
I just scoff and look at him, "why would I be mad? Just because you kissed me and then proceeded to flirt with at least three girls today? Why would I be mad?"
"Because I kissed you and then- oh. You're being sarcastic." He says, I scoff and roll my eyes, I turn around to start walking again but he doesn't let me. He puts his hands on my hips and turns me around.
I look up at him, having no idea what is happening. He puts my hands through the sleeves of his flannel and pulls it up to my shoulders.
Then he slowly leans in and kisses me. At first I'm confused but then the confusion washes away and I reciprocate the kiss. He pulls me flush against him and I wrap my arms around his neck.
We kiss until we have to stop and take a breath.
"I really do like you y/n. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine Reggie, just don't do it again." I say, tapping his bottom lip.
"Are we...?" He makes a gesture between the two of us and I smile.
I kiss him and he immediately kisses me back, his hands on my hips as he pulls me closer.
"How's that for an answer?" I ask him.
He looks a little stunned and then says, "that's- yeah that's a pretty good answer."
I laugh and then kiss him once more before grabbing his hand, walking back home with him.
