Vapor {5SOS / Brian Dales}

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Giordana

February 2016 (Melbourne)

A few days after those text messages and that fucked up night with Adrian, I decided it was time to talk to Michael; but first I needed to talk to Monti about it all; she'd been kind of pestering me about it. And she certainly didn't want, and I quote "an obsessive douchebag who can't take no for an answer at our place!" And I didn't blame her either.
I still wasn't sure how I felt about Michael, and I felt horrible that I wouldn't be able to give him a definite answer, as to where my feelings lay, but at the same time, I felt absolutely horrible leaving him on the edge like this. He was probably just as much, if not more anxious about this situation, than I am.

"Hey girl," Monti said, entering the living room. She'd deferred from university, for the year. As did I. I needed to take the year to gather my thoughts and figure out who I was. Towards the end of last year, I'd practically failed most of my classes. Barely scrapping through to pass my second year. My parents weren't thrilled, they didn't understand why I was deferring or how I went from having some of the highest marks in my classes to barely passing. Four months later, and I still hadn't been completely honest with them about how Luke and I broke up, or why. They knew he had a new girlfriend, but they didn't know he cheated on me with her. Needless to say, they were glad Luke and I were over when the Rolling Stone article came out in December; although from what I've been told, most of it was complete bullshit
"Hey," I smiled, "so I'm gonna call Mike today,"
"Oh yeah?" I nodded
"I need to figure this shit out,"
"Do you even know how you feel?"
"Not really, but I used to like him, back before I even met Luke. So maybe the feelings could still be there,"
"That's true,"
"Yeah,"
"You two would be cute together,"
"I don't know if we could, I mean I dated his best mate and I have so many trust issues after that,"
"But who cares, what Luke thinks? He made his decision when he chose the rotten vegetable over you,"
"There's also Adrian..." I trailed off
"You're not seriously thinking about giving him a shot are you?" She was in shock, not that I blamed her
"No I'm not, I mean the dude tried to fucking kiss me, and then had the audacity to say maybe we could give dating a go in a few months when everything blew over!"
"What a fucking jerk!"

We continued a similar conversation for the time being, I looked at the time and decided it would be a good time to call Michael, with the time difference between here and Japan where they currently were.
I grabbed my phone out and sent him a text, wondering if he was free to talk

To Mikey: hey I've been thinking about the other day, and I'm ready to talk when you are

My phone vibrated, indicating I had a text, thinking it would be Michael. I picked it up, only to be disappointed when I saw the name Adrian, displayed on the screen. I opened the message, and read it.

From Adrian: hey I was just wondering if you're okay and want to talk.

I let out a frustrated groan. This guy was fucking relentless. He'd asked me ten times over the last three days if I was okay after what happened. No I wasn't okay, and his constant pestering wasn't helping me.

To Adrian: I've told you like twenty times, stop asking me if I'm okay. And no i don't want to talk. I have shit to do today.

From Adrian: too bad, not taking no for an answer. I'm out the front.

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed
"What's up?" Monti asked
"Fucking Adrian is out the front!"
"Did you invite him over?"
"No!" I said, "why the fuck would I do that?"
"Good point," she agreed.

The buzzer to my apartment sounded, just as my phone began to ring. Walking to the door, I looked to see who was calling, and just my luck it was Michael. I answered the call knowing that it would get rid of Adrian, "hey," I answered
"Hey, G, I hope it's okay that I called," he said
"It's fine," I told him, "just give me a second to get rid of the person at the door,"
"Oh, I can call you later that's fine," he said
"No, it's an unwanted visitor, don't worry,"