Finding Aria (Wᴀᴛᴛʏ Aᴡᴀʀᴅs 2013)

32-♪- You and Me

                                                                          ♪-Chapter 32

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Oh, I keep waking up

In an empty bed

And it's reminding me of

All the things I should have said

                                                                  And, oh, we could have had

 

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I throw my lyric book angrily against the wall, wanting to punch something as I sit on the ground, my back against the wall.

            It was now 1:34 in the morning and after I spent a couple hours trying to come up with a new song, nothing was coming to me.

            It’s because all you can think about is him, my mind berates me.

            Shut up, I think to myself.

            Stop talking to yourself then, idiot.

            These past couple hours, he was cold, distant. He was bipolar, I swear. Whenever we were in the same room or space, he would look at me and walk away. When I offered to help clean the dishes, he pushed my hand away, telling me to go back upstairs.

            He was really starting to piss me off.

            If he thought he could be cold and angry with me and think that I will come running to him, he has another thing coming for him.

            He was refusing to even step foot into his room.

            He was probably sleeping on the couch.

            I may be angry, but I still love him.

            I groan. Even though my ankle still hurt like heck, I decided to do it.

             Getting up to my feet, I pad softly out of Teegan’s room, creeping down the stairs and peering into the living room where a defined lump against the black of night lays on the couch.

            Pausing for a slight second, I limp over to the couch, unfold an afghan and toss it over him.

            Stepping back, I walk into the kitchen, grabbing myself a glass for water.

            Gulping the cold ice water, the burn flows down my throat, prickling my senses.

            Resting my hands on the kitchen counter, I lean forward, my hair falling against my face as I breath in a deep breath, expelling everything that I was feeling.

            The hurt on his face was so tangible…real. It was the face I saw when Zach and the boys walked out on him and to think that I caused him to feel that way was something I was still trying to comprehend.

            But wait a minute, I didn’t do anything. It was Teegan who didn’t want to listen.

            Feeling an millimeter better about myself, I turn around only to gasp in shock and stumble back against the counter, knocking my glass off the counter. Teegan stands in front of me, his messy bed hair framing his handsome face, a t-shirt resting snug on his body.