Tainted Redemption

Chapter thirteen

The tuned down music from my wall mounted cd player keeps me company once I got finally back. Laying on my bed, listening to Taylor Swift love songs that made my break up mood worse but I wanted to go through that torture, I'm munching down a big amount of unhealthy junk food. Where would I be without chocolate ice-cream? Sounds familiar... Just how many more times do I have to get through this phase? I'm an adult for God's sake. But clearly I'm bad at adulting, I can't handle to have to be responsible over my actions. I wish I'd never grown up.

It took me a few hours to get home, ignoring Louis', mum's and Tim's calls because I went to a park and just sat there, thinking to myself.

When I arrived, I explained to my mum I wanted to be alone for a few hours and she said she understood... I was a horrible person for lying to her.

I had checked Tim's texts and he had said we'll do a house party around nine p.m until eleven then leave for a random club, tomorrow for my birthday which I honestly wasn't looking forward to.
Dinner time was reserved for my parents as I was their only child and they love to make it special for me.

The startling knock and barging in of my best friend, took me by surprise.

"Sup, stranger!" he quipped, taking in my blue pajamas, messy hair, tissues thrown over my bed while he's frowning, but quickly gets distracted, "Woo, my jam!" he suddenly said and turns the volume on, "We are never ever ever, getting back together..." he begins to screech, dancing weirdly and as hilarious this was, I wanted to be left alone.

Drasticly turning the cd player off altogether, I mutter, "I want to listen to Taylor Swift alone." I emphasized, strict expression contorting on my face. He pouts.

"I'm trying to get whatever put you into this mood out of your head." he stated matter of factly, "Also you have been ignoring me for the past days."

"I figured by your greeting." I retort, playing with my blanket when I lowered my eyes.

"So? Any explanation on that?" he probes, flopping next to my side.

I shrugged, "I've been sick and needed time off."

He nodded, sadness twisted his face when I look his way and I didn't like that, he feels sorry as he probably came to the conclusion that I'm not over what had happened long ago. He knows I get back to these stages of closing myself off. But the reason why I'm like this now is because I want to have back something I shouldn't.

"It's okay," I whisper and he puffs a breath out before eyeing me mischievously, I frown until I remember that face and sober up from my confusion.

"Here comes the tickle monster!" He shout, smiling and bellowing out in laughter.

"Don't you dare-" I screech but his hands already reach to my sides and he tickles me to a near death. "Stop!" I squeal as I thrash and try to protect my tickly sides, "Tim!! Don't.. Oh my God!" I shriek through my loud, joyous laughter.

He chuckles, widely smiling at my helpless wiggling, not showing mercy with his fumbling hands, "Take that, bubble butt!!" He shouts with a winning smile, then finally stopped when I was wheezing too much.

Panting for a while I then gape, "You did not just call me that, hell no!!" I said bewildered and out of breath while Tim is cackling and throwing his head back until he just laid next to me, "You said you wouldn't mention that again, this is so embarrassing!" I say through a smile that broke off when I turned my head his way and see his goofy expression.

"That was the first time I saw you in the cafe when you had begun serving," His eyes leak tears from his obnoxious laughter, "I can't believe how clumsy you were to fall on your butt and that on a cupcake! I LITERALLY CAN'T!" And he's cackling again while I roll my eyes, he had told me my bum was decorated with sprinkles and sort of looked like a bubble when that incident happened, "I'm gonna stop," he says lastly, when he saw it had been enough and I didn't find it funny, being serious for two seconds before he snorts and laughs again.