Kellin's POV
I don't know what came over me. Stress? Loneliness? Sadness? Those would be excuses actually. I'm only drunk. As Mary's lips molded to mine, I couldn't help but notice I felt nothing. Except for the discomfort in my lower region..
I pull away to face her again and she smirks knowingly at me, obviously noticing my little problem. She grips my hair again and dives back in. I feel slightly bad because in a way I'm taking advantage of her. We were both wasted beyond reason. My drunken state took over me, and I slid my hands down her exposed skin. She groaned in approval making my eyes snap open. Only adding to my discomfort. I glance forward only to see Jasmine with pain in her now glossy eyes. I immediately jump away from Mary and pry her bony fingers from my hair.
"What's wrong?" she whispers, "We were just getting started."
She lunges for me again and gives me a questioning gaze. Her dilated eyes follow mine and she faces Jasmine.
"Is that the girlfriend?" She mutters.
"Not even close," Jasmine snaps, "Sorry to interrupt but we have to go."
"He's single, he doesn't have to listen to you. Youre not his mother."
I nudge her, signaling for her to stop, but I'm guessing the liquor gave her some edge.
"Stay out of it, I don't take advice from drunk hookers."
Mary's mouth drops open almost as far as mine. She didn't have a chance to retaliate as Jasmine grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the bar.
My head began to spin at the fast past we were going. My stomach was turning rapidly and I feel like I could hurl at any moment. Did she have any idea how shitty I felt?
Imagine how shitty she feels, you messed up this time.
She releases my hand and walks ahead on her own. I stay back and observe for a little. My drunken state of mind was almost nonexistent, but it was still physically kicking my ass.
The tension in the air was so thick, not even the sharpest knives could cut it. I could almost see and aura of rage radiating from Jasmine. Her steps were swift and they never faltered. It was like I wasn't even there anymore.
Oh, well whose fault is that?
"Shut up," I whisper.
She turns around giving me a questioning look, almost annoyed, no, extremely annoyed that I disturbed the peace. An unknown emotion was in her eyes, but I chose not to question it. Girls get mad at guys for their obliviousness so I'd rather not add fuel to this already wild fire.
I shake my head as if I were saying 'nothing' and she turned around continuing her angry footsteps. Her arms were crossed over her chest trying to block the cold in the air.
"Jasmi-"
"Kellin, don't," she said and kept walking, "I've had enough of this for one night."
Her shivering continued making me cringe.
"Jasmine I just want to-"
"Save it Kellin. I don't want to hear it. You're brilliant, I underestimated to you," she said sarcastically, "You get me to have feelings for you and then you break my heart. Is that it? You were really that set on trying to get me to leave, huh?"
My heart began to beat erratically, but I kept my distance.
"You have feelings for me?" I ask.
She scoffs at my words and rolls her now glossy eyes, "You're a pig."
She started walking again and I held my head down. She was ahead of me by a longshot so the chance of me starting a conversation was a solid zero.
After another thirty minutes of walking we reach the tour bus and she's in it before I can explain what happened at the bar. I run my hand through my hair in frustration and follow in after her. I shut the door quietly and look around. Everyone was passed out in their bunks, but Jasmine was nowhere to be seen. I make my way toward the back and she wasn't there either.
She's probably in the bathroom trying to recover from your reckless actions, you idiot.
I quietly walk to the bathroom door slightly pissed off at my own subconscious.
"Can we talk?" I whisper at the door.
I make out a few sniffles and finally get a choked out 'no' and sigh of frustration.
"Jasmine please, I don't want you to think I'd purposely meant to hurt you because I didn't. I was drunk and stupid and I sad and alone-"
"So what? You expect me pity you because you were being a dumb ass drunk? Think again. Just go away Kellin. You've done enough."
I pull at the ends of my hair and groan.
"I'll just wait here until you come out," I said as I positioned myself outside the bathroom door.
I hear the water faucet turn on and off for awhile and then complete silence.
I knew she didn't want to speak to me, so I'll sing to her..
I've been thinking lately,
About you and me.
And all the questions left unanswered,
How it all could be.
And I hope you know,
You never left my head.
And if I ever let you down,
I'm sorry.
Whoa-oh-oh-
Suddenly, Jack bursts through the door with an angry yet sleepy look on his face.
"Dude!" he hush yells.
"What?"
"Shut up!"
He exits the room as quickly as he entered. I hear Jasmine giggling on the other side of the door. I shake my head and continue to sit.
"Jasmine, you know I'd never hurt you intentionally."
Not a sound came from the other side so chose to keep talking..
"And I do have feelings for you too. What happened at the bar was a mistake. I probably did it to see if I felt the way I do when I'm with you, but I didn't. I regret it. And I really do want you and I to try, I really want you to consider us. I know I'm a jackass and I don't deserve the slightest of chances, but I'm selfish and I just want one more chance."
Silence. Nothing but silence.
Maybe you should just give up.
I rise from my spot, and make my way to my bunk. Before I exit the room entirely, I hear the bathroom door open. Jasmine steps out of the bathroom and takes a deep breath.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered by being serenaded outside a bathroom door, but you get one chance Kellin. Please don't make me regret this.."
I made my way over to her and grabbed her face in my hands and I give her a small peck on the lips.
"You won't, I promise."
Yes I stopped being lazy and gave y'all a small update. Love me, jk. Vote, comment, and feel free to share ideas with me @makeshiftkellin on twitter. Bye ♡
