Sparks Fly (Taime Perrciado)

Forget. Regret?

Tony's POV:

When I woke up I had a pounding headache, and I didn't even remember getting home. I looked around and saw that I was laying directly on Jaime. His hand was slowly massaging my hair. It was everything that I had ever wanted, but I just didn't know how I got to that point. Jaime seemed to be awake, but his eyes were still closed. I pretended to be asleep just to see what he would do. "Tony, why you gotta' fuck up my emotions like that?" He asked, hopefully to himself. I had been asking him that since I fist met him.Then he proceeded to kiss my forehead. I didn't want to blush but I couldn't help it. I hoped that Jaime didn't notice. "Wait, did you just blush? Can people blush in their sleep?" I wanted to jump out of my window at that point. I had blown my own cover. I could hear Jaime typing something, he was looking it up on google. I strategically stretched a little and knocked his phone out of his hands. I felt like a secret agent. Jaime didn't even question it. "Tony you're such a shit," and then he groaned. At that point I couldn't tell if he was joking or if he didn't like me. He kissed me on the forehead again, I couldn't have been more confused. My mind was going at one hundred miles a minute.

I decided to end the act and wake up for real. I tried to act surprised when I saw that I was laying on Jaime's chest.

"You don't remember anything about last night do you?" He asked, disappointed almost.

"No. sorry. If I did anything stupid I really didn't mean it" I immediately regretted what I had said. I had made Jaime feel a certain way, and then I said that it didn't mean anything. I could see all of the happiness flood out of Jaime's face.

"I-I Under-understand" He choked out before running out of my room. He was choking back tears. I just wanted to grab him and tell him that I did love him, with all of my heart.

He started to run out of my house, and ran down the narrow sidewalk. He tripped a little every other step but he never stopped running. I got my skateboard and rode after him. Being hungover and riding a skateboard on pavement are two things that didn't go together at all. Jaime beat me to his house and slammed the door in my face. I knew that it wasn't worth it to try and use the key. Jaime didn't want to talk to me, and I had to respect his space. I sat down on his front porch and started to sob lightly. I had gotten so close, but I fucked everything up. I always had to fuck everything up.

Jaime's POV

I was being such an idiot. Why did I think that Tony actually liked me. He probably thought that I was just a girl that he liked. Drunk Tony was very unpredictable, and very unaware of his surroundings. I felt like I had been cheated on with myself. My heart had been broken in so many ways in a matter of minutes, I felt so pathetic, so weak.

I wanted to escape all of the pain that Tony had caused me. There were two ways to help with the pain one was alcohol, two was to play the bass. I decided that doing both would be the best option. I got some of the alcohol that was just laying around my house because of my brother's party. I had no clue what was in it, but I didn't care. Anything would've worked.   Twenty minutes after drinking heavily I picked up my bass and started to strum a little. It didn't sound good, but it was something. My phone started to ring and I saw that it was a text from Tony.He was the last person that I wanted to think about. His text read "Jaime please just tell me what I did wrong I'm worried about you;" after reading that I thought that maybe he did mean what he did last night.

I needed to get some fresh air I wouldn't be able to think with Tony on my mind. I walked outside onto my front porch and saw Tony laying there. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or dead.

Tony's POV

When I woke up from an accidental nap Jaime was staring at me, and poking my face. "What's going on?" I asked, confused by my surroundings. It took me a second to realize it, but I was in Jaime's bedroom. More specifically on his bed, under his red blankets.