𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 || 𝘽𝙭𝘽 || 14+

𝔻𝕒𝕪 - 𝟙𝟛

-Christian's P.O.V-
I wait until his car completely disappeared from my view before heading back inside. I glided up the stairs, then stepped into my apartment. Kimberly was sitting on the arm of my couch waiting for me.
I stop after the door closes behind me. "...He left," I say, hoping that's what she was waiting for.
She keeps her eyes on me before sighing. "Honestly Christian, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! This isn't like you," she finishes quietly.
"I don't understand why you're acting like you care all of a sudden."
"I've always cared, you just never let me!"
"This is why I never let you over. You always start a fight over pointless shit like this."
"This isn't pointless! I was okay with you sleeping around before, but this is just ridiculous! I get that he's a nice guy, but he's five years your senior!"
"So? He doesn't seem to care about-"
"You know why he doesn't care, Christian?"
I stare at her blankly, hiding any hints that I'm slightly afraid.
"I put 44 candles on the cake! He thinks that you're 20-years-old!"
"Why the hell would you-"
"Because it was funny!"
I clench my fists. "You have an hour. I want you out."
"Christian, it was suppose to be a joke! I didn't think you were that serious about him!"
"59 minutes."
She held her breath before turning into the guest room. I waited in the living room until she packed up. Shockingly she was able to do so in 34. She had one of her wheeled bags. "I can't carry them all by myself."
I stood up, went into her room, and grabbed the rest before joining her again. I opened my door and proceeded to leave.
"Christian, are you seriously going to pursue this guy?" She asks, speeding up next to me.
"I don't understand why you're still talking to me."
"What makes you think he's going to stay with a high school drop out who doesn't even have a job?"
"We aren't even dating."
"My point exactly! I already talked to dad. He said he would give you a job if you moved back home."
"I've already told you both I'm never moving back there."
We had made it to her car. I threw all of her bags in the trunk. "Leave."
"Christian-"
"Kimberly. Go."
She narrowed her eyes at me trying to stop herself from crying. "Fine." She got into her car, started it, and left without another word.
I sighed heavily before going back inside.
I have to tell him the truth.
-Kaydan's P.O.V-
I knocked a couple of times on Luke's door before he answered it.
"Yo?"
"Are you busy?"
He steps aside and lets me in. "I guess not." He closes the door behind me as I walk over to his couch. He takes a seat right after me. "So talk."
"I was just bored and wanted to come hang out."
"Bull!"
"Seriously!"
"If I'm correct, and you know I always am, this has something to do with Christian."
"My world doesn't revolve around him you know."
"Yeah, well it seems to, as of lately."
I glare at him.
"Alright, fine! What do you want to do then? Club?"
"It's too early. Besides, I don't like that sort of thing anyway."
"Beach?"
I shake my head.
"Then what?"
I shrug.
"...Let's go."
"Go where?"
"I was actually heading to the gym until you, oh so rudely, interrupted me. Come with."
I laugh out loud saying, "You know I can hardly lift a dime!"
"Then jog on the treadmill."
"I don't want to-"
"I'll let you keep my sweats."
I place my hand on my cheek. "Those aren't a present?"
"Hell no."
"...Fine."
He smiles at me. "But just this once!" "I know, I know."
We pile into his car as he takes off for the gym. When we arrive, he parks and we make our way inside. My attention is focused more in the back of the room. "They have punching bags."
"Well, yeah."
"Can I-"
"If you want," he answers handing me his keys. "I have gloves in my trunk."
I run to his car and back, then strap on the gloves. I slowly approach the black one. I use both hands to push it back. It's not too heavy. I punch it once, then twice imitating most movies I've seen. After throwing in a couple more punches, I get into the swing of things. I throw combos left and right, feeling lighter and better after each punch.
Luke sneaks up behind me and says, "Not bad," making me freak out almost punching him. I say almost because he grabs my hand before it can connect with his face.
"S-Sorry," I stammer.
"It's cool."
I notice that he's drenched in sweat. "What did you do?"
"My usual routine."
"How long has it been?"
"About an hour or so. I think it's time to head back."
"O-Oh, sure!"
He drives me back to his house, and I jump in my car insisting that I need to get home. He waves me off as I start my journey. When I make it back home it's around 5 in the afternoon, so I figure I have time to take a shower. I make it up the stairs and to my door undisturbed, but deiced to let Christian know I'm here anyway. I knock on his door saying, "Kimberly, Christian, I'm back."
There's no answer.
They probably went out together.
I head back to my room, unlock the door, then jump into the shower. I stand there, letting the cool water rush over my body. I know that I've been avoiding the main topic all day. Christian. I've been trying to prove to myself that I don't ALWAYS think about him.
I shake my head.
I-I wonder how the trainees are doing!
I finish washing up then step out of the shower. I make my way to my closet then look over my clothes.
I bet Christian's closet extends all the way to-
I stop in my tracks as face the opposite wall inside of my closet.
Oh yeah...I had forgotten about this.
I reach out my hand and touch the neck, running my fingers over the strings.
"It's never too late to start up again..."
I had thrown on a pair of sweats and left my chest bare, grabbing my guitar out form the darkness. It was a beautiful wooden, handcrafted Yamaha. My parents gave it to me on my first birthday, and my mom taught me how to play when I turned five. Underneath it had been a notebook I kept with all of my songs inside.
Upon opening the first page I see the very first song I had ever written. It was titled "Dinosaurs" and I remember writing it when I was seven. I place my fingers on the coordinating strings and start playing the notes. It was shocking to hear it was still tuned.
I cleared my throat and began to sing, "If I could be anything in the world, I wouldn't be a monkey, or a dumb squirrel. I'd be something cool and awesome, I'd be a T-rex, Dinosaur." I stop to laugh a little, recalling that my dad had to help me edit the song to make it sound like a song. He was the one who taught me how to sing in the first place.
I flip past more songs then stop on the last page. The last song I had attempted to write. "Please Don't Hate Me". I was writing this song to my family because I didn't want to be in show business, so I moved away. I only had a chorus written down.
"I should probably finish his, huh?" I stand up to grab a pencil, the return to my spot on the bed. I furrow my brow in thought as I try to find more words to put down.
Since I can't find anything, I take a break from that one, and start writing random things down. Before I know it, I immerse myself completely into it. I don't remember why I had ever stopped. All of my ideas keep flowing out of me.
When I bring my head back up for air, I read all that I've written with a clear head. The last things I wrote were: Christian? Friend? Confused? Like? Maybe...? I think?
My eyes widen, and I quickly go over it, changing it to: Christian? Friend? Confused? Like? Maybe...? I think? DEFINITELY NOT!
In my panic I hear someone knocking at my door. I leap up and throw my notebook underneath a pile of clothes in my closet and place my guitar back in its spot before yelling, "I- I'll be right there! I look over to my clock to see that it's Almost 8.
He's early. At least I'm not late.
Keeping as much cool as possible, I call, "So even a brute like you can knock like a normal person?" Once I open the door I'm wrapped into a hug. "I-I was joking!" I stutter.
"Happy Belated Birthday!" The voice exclaims.
"H-Huh?"
He pulls back and looks down at me. "K-Kyle?" I scream.
He laughs. "Yup! I'd forgotten how cute you looked! The fact that you're blushing is just proving my point more!"
"I'm 22!" I yell.
"What's your point?"
I roll my eyes at him.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" "Sure I guess."
He smiles even wider, if that's possible, and goes into my living room. He lets out a gasp. "What the hell happened here?"
"Oh...I guess it is a bit messy," I agree.
"It's a good thing I came when I did. Where are your cleaning supplies?"
"Inside the closet."
He walks over to my closet and takes out what he needs. "This will have to do for now. Kaydan, I'm going in."
He finishes cleaning in 2 hours. All of my clothes are cleaned and hung up, and I have a fresh pair of sheets on my mattress. Kyle is collapsed on my couch looking pretty pleased with himself.
"Thanks," I say slightly baffled at how clean my apartment looks now. I didn't not think it was THAT dirty.
"Aren't I the best?"
"I mean, Kaleb is pretty-"
"Don't even joke about that! I barely managed to fly out here today! I left in the middle of my shoot for you!"
"I was kidding! I love you both equally!"
"What? He's not even here! He's still at his movie shoot! I bet he didn't even try to leave!"
"We don't know that for sure."
Kyle folded his arms over his chest. "I know it for sure."
At that second there was a knock on the door.
That's probably Christian...still early.
"I'll get it," I announce walking over to my door.
"Chris-"
"Happy Birthday!" I'm engulfed in another hug.
"H-Huh?"
He pulls back and I see Kaleb's face. "Why-
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Kyle yells overpowering my question at the same time Kaleb yells it.
"Guys, you'll wake the neighbors!"
"Sorry," they both whisper.
I let Kaleb inside and close the door following him into my living room.
Night Thirteen
...Now what do I do?