The Gig (lrh)

Chapter 6 ~ "Am I a bad person?"

~Charlie~

As Luke handed we the messily folded paper, him leaned in close to my ear. I thought that he was drunk at first, this didn't seem like something he would do and he was standing next to the drink table, but I could detect any of that gut wrenching alcohol smell on his breath. This was just him.

"Hope you can come." His voice echoed through my skull and everything around me seemed to just leave the room. The people, the crappy music, the smell. I t was all gone. Just his melodic voice resonating in my ear. With that he walked away. Just leaving me there with but the stray memory of his presence. How did he do this to me, like goddamn.

I opened the note to see sloppy writing in blue ink. He mentioned that he had a gig. What? Was he in a band? He raised a lot of questions for me. He made me curious to explore different people. That's not how I normally function. I mean, I cant remember the last time I was genuinely interested in someone. I guess that meant I had to meet him. Even if I didn't I'm sure I would've run into him some other time, so why not?

I took another sip from my cup. I looked around at the public surrounding me. Their bodies moving around the room and against each other. I don't mean to be a hypocrite or anything because I do that as well, but there was always something about watching other people that made me want to vomit my innards onto the dance floor. A bit graphic, but true.

I didn't do much else that night. I had done my job. A guy took me to his house afterwards, we had sex. Nothing new. I left right after he fell asleep. I disgusted myself. I honestly found myself repulsive, but I never found the motivation nor need to change. There wasn't much in this world I would change for. I didn't even change for my family, so who could possibly come along that could change my mind? I was the way I was, and that's the way it was going to be.

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I woke up in my single bed. I was cold. I checked the time. 2:23 A.M. I got up despite the time. It was normal for me to wake up at random times during the night and not sleeping until hours after, it was sort of a daily routine for me. I walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of milk. It usually helped me sleep after a long night. I noticed a glow coming from the couch. I grabbed a bottle of water from the dinky fridge and decided to investigate the bright light.

I peeked over the back of the couch to be met with Skylar's dark eyes being illuminated by the screen in front of him. I obviously startled him, as he jumped off of the sofa and found his way to the cold, hard ground. Me being who I am, I laughed at his fumble.

"Shut up." He said rubbing the back of his head, His hand tangled in his blond locks.

"Sorry. It was really funny from up here." I reached over the couch and held out my hand to offer him help up. He accepted as he put in hand in mine and I tugged upwards, helping him to his feet. He brushed his shirt off in an attempt to be dramatic.

"Wasn't so funny from down there." He retorted, pointing down at where he lay seconds ago.

I put my hand on the top of the couch to swing myself over it and sat down comfortably. Skylar followed, accept he lazily plopped himself down next to me. we sat in silence for a few minutes. But I feel like I needed it. Just silence with one of my best friends.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" He asked suddenly, probably wanting to break the silence. It was usually awkward fro him.

"You obviously know, so I don't need to ask." I replied with this mainly to get the silence I craved back. I think he got that message, he was one of the few people that could read me well. The other two of course being Trevor and Christian, but Skylar seemed to be the best at it.

A thought popped into my mind. About tonight. About Luke, about the stranger I had slept with, about me. I had a question for Skylar. I knew I could get an honest answer out of him.

"Skylar?" I broke the silence and looked up into his eyes. I loved his eyes, mainly because I couldn't see through them. They usually say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but his were more like doors, you had to make an effort to get into what he was thinking, his emotions, he definitely wasn't transparent like a window.

"Yeah." He almost whispered in response.

"Am I a bad person?" His eye brows furrowed. What was he thinking? I couldn't tell.

"Why do you ask?" I felt as if he was beating around the bush. Avoiding my question as if he was afraid to tell me the truth.

"Why are you ignoring my question?"

"I'm not, I just want to know why you ask."

"Answer me first."

He sighed. "Okay, you're amazing. And I'm definitely not lying about that. You're gorgeous, you aren't afraid of anything. You just don't care, and that's why we love you. To other people who don't know who you are or your intentions, other people might think differently" He stopped there, but his mouth was still slightly parted, signifying that he wasn't finished with his thoughts. Whatever else he had on his mind, he didn't want to tell me, but I needed to hear it.

"...And?"

"Well," He hesitated. Never a good sign. "To people who don't know who you really are, you might come off as someone selfish, aloof, emotionally unavailable, kind of a jerk. And needless to say, you are all of those things. But if it weren't for those negatives, I probably would've never met you. That means I never would've met Trevor or Christian. I can't imagine a life without you guys. even if you're all ass holes."

He was right. If I hadn't been such a stupid person, I never would've met them. I met them at a party one of my friends threw in tenth grade. I was drunk, I saw Skylar, and I wanted to have sex with him. He wouldn't let me of course. He was better than to take advantage of a drunk girl at a lame party. He wanted to take me home, but he was afraid he'd had too much to drink, so he asked around if someone could drive us home. He found Christian, that sober little fuck, and he gave us a ride with Trevor, because Christian was his ride too. They sat in silence in the car as I was rubbing up on Skylar. Thinking about it now, it's pretty gross. He's like a brother to me now. I fell asleep in the car with my head resting on his lap. I don't remember anything after that.

So really, if it weren't for me being such an oblivious party girl, I wouldn't be anywhere near where I am now.

His words soothed me as I lay my head on his shoulder, my eyelids getting heavier as he told me about his day. They weighed down until they were completely shut and I was asleep. Much like that night we met, just this time I wasn't trying to get laid. I was happy with him next to me, and I wasn't even drunk. What a miracle.

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(A/N)

So this chapter's a little shorter and boring, but I needed a filler to give background to Charlie and Skylar's friendship.

I hope you enjoyed anyways

Thanks for reading :)

-Raven