Wish You Were Sober

Chapter 6 - Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

Chapter 6

George

"What are you doing here?"

He doesn't look at me. He's facing the canvases. I feel my heart skip a beat. Stop it stupid heart.

"Did you break into my house!?" but he's silent. I walk towards him and try keeping my barriers up.

"You paint me..." he whispers quietly and he's mesmerized by the canvases.

"Dream you need to leave—", "they're magnificent..." he walks towards the canvases and skims his fingertips at the rough surface.

"Is this how you see me?" he finally turns to face me. "I—" but I have no words. I'm speechless.

His head turns to the side, "acrylic paint" he mutters. "Does me being drunk hurt you that much?" he asks with a pained voice.

I look to the floor and that seems to give him his answer.

Buzz buzz

My phone vibrates in my pocket but I don't pick up. There's a constant ringing after that. Annoyedly, I reach into my pocket and fish out my phone. My finger flicking to switch it's silent mode on. The screen lights up and I see the notifications from random numbers. Death threats.

My eyes widen for a moment and I shut my phone off but it's too late. He notices. He grabs my phone from my grasp and reads the notification tab.

He looks up at me with wide eyes, "what the fuck?". "Cameron's a lying bitch" I reply and he seems to understand, handing my phone back to me. "Why did you break into my house?", I ask coldly, I can't just give in. "I was looking for you", "why?".

"I need to know why you threw me out", he continued. "Why you never talked back to me. Why you pushed me away". "You were drunk.", "it still hurts."

"Why does it hurt? It's not like it ever means anything to you" his brows furrow. "What are you talking about?"

"We're just friends—actually, we're barely even friends. We never talk anymore, it's just party after party", "You can't expect me to think that you care when you never think about how I feel about things."

"Then why do you never text back in the morning?"

"I didn't want to see you dismiss what happened. I didn't want to accept that you didn't love me the way I love you"

His face drops and so does mine. My hands slap against my mouth. Cat's out of the bag.

"I didn't mean to say that—"

"You love me...?"

I swallow the frog that's stuck in my throat. His expression is unreadable. Fear crawls up my back. My chest aches and I feel a loss of breath.

"Yea..." I look at the floor, not emotionally strong enough to face him. Not strong enough to face the rejection and disgust painted on his face.

I hear footsteps and soon I'm engulfed by a larger figure. Swallowed whole. He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"I can't believe it" he says airily, I feel a choked out sob leave. Unsure how he feels. Confused and overwhelmed by everything.

"It's okay George" he pressed another kiss to my stressed forehead. "I love you too" he whispers beside my ear and my hands wrap around him.

"I feel like I'm dreaming" I say and he kisses my neck. "I've waited so long for this"

"I've waited for this ever since I met you" he mumbles sweetly.