Flaws

Chapter 8- Temporarily resolved

Chapter 8- Temporarily resolved

"Because you didn't want me to kiss you or because you shouldn't want me to?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I....." I hesitated. "I didn't want you to" I said. It was a lie and we both knew it.

"Why not?" He asked, grinning wryly. He nudged me playfully and I knew in that moment the almost kiss hadn't meant anything to him. He was just drunk and I had been the only girl around. It didn't hurt me as much as I expected it to. In fact, I felt almost relieved. I liked our friendship the way it was.

"I didn't want to get in the way of your one true love" I said, my tone light and teasing. We were back on firmer ground now. This was what our friendship was: not fights and arguments and drunken almost kisses.

He wrinkled his nose. "One true love?" He repeated.

"Sam of course" I quipped, grinning at his confused expression.

He shoved me by the shoulder. "Oh shut up" He exclaimed, but he was laughing loudly.

He wrapped an arm around me affectionately and I found myself relaxing into the comforting warmth of him without a second thought.

"Let's go inside" I said, smiling. I was overwhelmingly glad, albeit a little confused, at how we had resolved our issues so quickly.

When we got inside, my mind was still filled with the sentence Chris had never finished explaining. Had he really been apologising for everything, like I had been waiting for all these years? I didn't know, and I wasn't entirely certain that I wanted to know anymore.

"I am sorry though" Spencer murmured, looking anywhere but me as we looked for Sam and Sara.

I looked down to hide my smile. "That's okay Spence" I said lightly. Though it made my heart beat faster in my chest that he had actually apologised.

He grinned, the normal glint of mischief returning. "Now.... the night is still young and Sam is driving us home. Need I say more?" He said jokingly, nodding his head toward the still substantial volume of drink covering the worktop in the kitchen.

"Shouldn't we find Sara and Sam?" I asked quietly.

He scoffed loudly. "Fuck em'! Get drunk with me Liv" He exclaimed.

I chuckled. "Well when you say it so poetically... how could I refuse?" I mocked, before a thought struck me that I couldn't help but voice.

"Are you sure you don't want to hang out with your other friends?" I asked.

"I mean, I don't mind: don't feel like you have to babysit me" I said, feeling guilty. It had suddenly struck me that the first party he had taken me to, everyone had greeted him and wanted to spend time with him. So why was he spending all his time with me, someone he had known for bordering on 2 months?

He looked at me questioningly, a deep frown etched into his smooth forehead.

"I don't feel that way, believe me" He said, smiling. "You're just more fun to be around"

I beamed. "Nobody's ever said that to me before" I blurted out, and despite it being true, I would rather have not mentioned it.

He looked taken aback at that. "Really?" He asked.

I smiled at his indignation. "Yes" I rolled my eyes. Nobody found me fun or preferred me above everyone else before. Until Spencer that is.

"Well" He said, offering me his arm pompously. "That's because people are idiots" He declared.

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"Sam, do you mind dropping me off?" I asked, leaning forward in the car. Spencer's arm was rested lazily at the small of my back.