Adolescent Foolishness (A Fearless Vampire Killers Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

The rest of the day, I'll admit, is rather...well, awkward, I guess. Between Kier and Laurence protesting against everyone's accusations - apparently Kier was just asleep, and Laurence was talking to him to wake him up, which none of us believe in the slightest - and that looming question that Shane asked me about not wanting to get off me...well, things are really awkward in our flat. We didn't spend much longer at the beach (well, not Shane or I anyway, we both left, and waited in the van, though of course we didn't really speak much), and when we got back to the flat Luke offered to run out and get Mexican for us all. 

And so, minus the giant grizzly that would usually keep havoc from breaking out in the flat, the four of us have been left to sort ourselves out until Luke returns with our much-desired food. Kier and Laurence are still bickering between themselves about our accusations regarding them at the beach whilst they wash dishes for the food, and Shane is wordlessly tuning his Stratocaster, sat in the corner by himself. I frown down at the floor, not knowing what to say about today - did that mean anything at all, or am I reading too much into it? Is it anything like how I'm thinking it is, or is my mind just playing cruel tricks on me? 

Well, there's only one way to find out for sure: I need to ask Shane myself, and before anyone else comes into the room to interrupt us. 

I take a deep breath, man up, and push to my feet, crossing the room and standing before Shane. He stops plucking away at his guitar's steel strings, glancing up at me without a word, his green eyes wide and expectant. 

"Shane, I need to ask you a serious question this time." He nods. "When you said you didn't want to get off me...what did you mean? Was it anything like...?" 

He shrugs. "That's why I asked you. I figured, you know about these kinds of things, because you've been with someone, you've had feelings for someone." Had feelings...shit...shit... "So I thought you might have known. Obviously not." 

"Feelings?" I squeak. I think I'm about to be sick. 

"I don't know. I'm thinking about it from all angles here, I...I'm confusing myself...I don't know..." He pushes to his feet, sighing deeply. "I need to go out for a little while, I need to think and talk some stuff out." 

"With yourself?" I cock an eyebrow. He puts his guitar back in its stand, shaking his head. 

"No. I was hoping that, if it wouldn't be too awkward for you, we could both go out for a walk, just so there's not anyone listening in." Just like that, Laurence and Kier's conversation seems to get so much louder. Those bastards have listened in! 

"I...I...okay..." I nod, and he steps out into the hall, poking his head into the kitchen for a moment. 

"Drew and I are off for a walk. We'll be back soon, right?" Shane informs Laurence and Kier. The pair just nod, and then resume their squabbling; Shane and I take this as a sign to just leave, and so we do. We don't say a word, not until we've gotten out the front door, down the stairs and out onto the street. The sun is just lowering in the sky, and there are people still out walking around - after all, it's only 6pm, and it's the middle of summer - so at the very least there's some noise around us to break the horribly tenuous silence between us. 

It's never been like this between us before...we always have something to talk about, and if we don't feel like talking then we joke about, give piggybacks, hold hands, something stupid like that...is that going to be too awkward now? What would it be like if something actually had happened, how awkward would it become then? 

"I need to figure some stuff out." Shane tells me quietly, when we've walked over to the little metal climbing frame in the middle of the street's roundabout. I remember Laurence demanding that Kier take pictures of him on this thing, when he was not long out of bed, still in his flip-flops and pyjamas. Shane and I used to climb about on this tiny thing when we first moved into the flat; now, I guess things are going to be different.