𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✹ 𝐠. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐱 - 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬

Gerard

I knew what I was in for the next day at practice. I was aware that the second I stepped foot on the stupid pitch coach would make me run until I dropped on the muddy grass, after that he would haul me up and tire me even more with hundreds of drills. That was my punishment for missing practice and in some way it also felt like punishment for hurting Haven the way I had. I really didn't mean for shit to unfold the way it did at the bar, but I was tipsy and the girl was attractive. I regretted it immediately. At the same time though I'm not entirely sure why Haven was so angry at me. It wasn't like we were together together so she could flirt with someone else for all I cared.

The fuck am saying. I would go crazy if she did that. And I take it back, I shouldn't have flirted with Carrie or Chloe or whatever her name was.

This situation was making me tear my hair out so in the five minute break Johnny allowed us, I flopped next to Feely on the floor. He was pensive and looking at god knows where, but he was the only person who had some sort of idea of what me and Haven were doing. "Feely lad" I began, swallowing another gulp of water "I need your help"
He gave me a side glance and allowed me to talk. "I screwed up big time with you know who and I don't know what to do to fix it" I admitted.

"Talk to her" He mused out "Work it out together but you need to talk. She's bottling things up, I'm sure of it, and so are you. Just talk. Communication is key"

His advice was literally the most generic thing someone could've told you in this situation but he was right. The five minutes flew by and in no time Johnny stood in front of me, handing me a hand to help me up. "How much longer of this torture Kav, I swear my legs will fall off" I goraned in complaint which made the fucker laugh.

"That's what you get for missing practice yesterday" He taunted "What were you doing anyways"

Cold sweat ran down my spine, combining with the one formed by physical activity "Oh, I had to take Brian to the vet"

"That little shit still alive?" Johnny asked

"And thriving" I muttered bitterly

Practice ended around 30 minutes later and on the drive home, I received a message from Haven that said Johnny had a date night with Shan, which meant she was home alone. Two days ago I would've been thrilled to receive that information. But right now it meant that the second I stepped foot in that house instead of being greeted with smiles, warm touches and kisses; I'd have to deal with the most uncomfortable conversation known to mankind. Once at home I showered and got dressed, making my way to Johnny's home and knocking on the door. Right as I was about to knock again she opened the door, not even bothering to say anything, and only opening it a crack so I had to push the rest open.

Her feet dragged her to the large kitchen and she continued to cut up her apple. I swallowed hard and sat on the stool across from her. On the surface she looked calm, but I knew better. Her movements were stiff, not smooth and melodic like they usually were. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her shoulders stiff.

"Your um-" I stopped speaking for a second, noticing the way the big and sharp knife sliced the apple "Your hair looks pretty today Haven"

The knife slammed itself again into the wooden cutting board, her blue eyes stuck directly on me and I feared she might lose a finger. She narrowed her eyes and to my relief, she quit the cutting. "Why did you do that?" She mused.

I tilted my head to the side "Do what baby?"

"Don't 'baby' me" She replied in record time "And don't act stupid, you know what I'm talking about"