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GOLD RUSH ✹ FOUR (NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT)
FUN FACT, TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE MAKES YOUR HEAD HURT. it's something I learned the hard way waking up on the other side of Olivia's bed at the palace hotel this morning.
I didn't go home, mostly because I didn't want to be interrogated by my mum who would have most likely been waiting in the arm chair for me to stumble through the door for all the details of my first party back.
I debated it, my attempts of trying to stay as quiet as possible or answer her questions with a bluntness that would bore her quickly.
But when the car pulled up outside of my house, and I looked at the only is us left: me, Nate, Chuck and Olivia. I just shook my head and came back to the palace, sat in the bathroom on the lid of the toilet barely able to hold my head up with Olivia crouched in front of me wiping off my makeup before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.
" water, you're gonna need it." is what Olivia says to me, waltzing through from the bathroom doorway. Hair wet as she places down a bottle of water onto the sheets of the bed next to me — somehow she looks ethereal without even trying, a white robe wrapped around her as she moves over to the vanity where all her makeup sits.
" thanks," I hum, taking it as I unscrew the cap and take a sip, "and morning to you too."
She shoots me a smile that I catch in the reflection of her in the vanity mirror. I place the water bottle on the nightstand before I lie back down. Palming my flat hands over my face as I exhale,
" not a good night?" Olivia hums, as I shake my head.
" it was confusing." I say, the thought of Nate in my mind.
Well in fair ness, everything concerning Nate has become complicated in the last few months. He's a piece of string that one day I let myself get all tangled up in. and I've left it for a year and now here I am at an ends trying to unravel him yet to no avail.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to untangle the mess that is us. Even if I do, even if it almost kills me and I manage to untangle us — and unweave how woven we are in each other. Not merely our lives but our anatomy — the way that my body reacts when I see him, the curving of my lips, the turning of my stomach, the adrenaline that passes through my veins at the mere sight of him.
That wouldn't fade, the kinks in the string would act as a reminder of what he once was to me, what I once felt for him. There is no escape from him. And some part of me believes there won't ever be.
" Nate?" she hums, and I sit up, splitting apart my fingers to peak through as I grumble " what gave it away?"
She softly smiles " I saw the way he looked at you on the way back from the party." she comments, and my head tilts and exhales realising she has to explain herself further.
