I am running out of ideas(already), so feel free to PM me or whatever.
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"I'm telling you Kev, she's up to something and she's not telling me." His fists, clenching and unclenching on his sides, his breath, getting more and more rapid by the second. Frantic, Avi tried his best to convince his best friend. Of what, you may ask? Just read and you'll understand.
"Hold up," Kevin said, clasping both of his hands that was propped up on his knees. "So you're telling me, that Kirstie is cheating on you?" He said slowly, as cautiously as he possibly could. Avi paced back and forth so many times that he himself was beginning to feel dizzy. Or maybe it was because of his emotions. He rubbed both of his hands out of nervousness and fear.
All of them were at Kevin's house for a rehearsal that went smoothly ten minutes ago. Kirstie and Mitch had to leave early because it's--as they would call it--spa day. Scott was still there but he was making coffee at the kitchen.
"Yes." He determinedly said merely milliseconds after Kevin asked. "No?" Unsure, his face began to form a grieving, almost tearful, expression. "I don't know!" Defeated, he sat down and buried his face on the cushions, with his feet on Kevin's lap but quickly changed position and sat.
And that's where Scott entered.
Scott wasn't listening to their conversation. As much as the three of them knew he was just getting coffee then leave. But being the eavesdropper that he is, decided to stay and hear Avi's rambling on about Kirstie. He began to be more engaged at the story when he saw a distraught Avi sitting with his head on his hands.
"What happened to you?" He asked, casually taking a sip from the mug.
"He thinks Kirstie's cheating on him." Kevin replied, his voice mixed simplicity and nonchalance that made Avi doubt if he really cared about talking to him. He was close to crying, Kevin and Scott could see it. It made both of them slightly guilty but nonetheless, continued to say that it was probably nothing.
"Look, you're just overreacting." Scott said gently, not wanting to break any walls or say anything personal.
"Am I? Now it was just one day, well two, technically. She was still ignoring me today. Then next thing you knowing will be three, then four, then a week and then a month and then a year, and then, and then--." His face crumbled with every suggestion of date that Kirstie was getting further and further away from him. He didn't dare imagine what would happen if Kirstie would ignore him forever.
"Okay, dude, Avi breathe." Kevin said slowly, instructing his distraught hyperventilating friend how to breathe properly. Avi did as he was told, but to no avail; he was still looked like an overreacting asthmatic person fangirling over something. The difference was, he wasn't fangirling about the fact--theory I mean, that his girlfriend was cheating on him. You know, besides that he wasn't a girl.
Anyway,
Kevin groaned in guilt and frustration. "Fine. Let's talk about it." Avi thumbed his hair and propped himself on the couch. Scott continued to lean on the doorway. "What made you even think that she was cheating on you?" Kevin intently asked.
"It was yesterday--"
"Yesterday?" Baffled, Scott asked. "And you're already suspecting her?" Both Kevin and Scott raised a brow at Avi. They knew he could be paranoid sometimes, but they never knew he was this paranoid.
"So much has happened since yesterday." Avi continued.
"Okay." Kevin trailed off.
"First: she got out of bed without me--" Kevin blinked in disbelief and confusion.
"So I'm just listening to you rant about how one of my closest best friends is cheating on you, just because she got out of bed without you?" Scott agreed to this by saying "Yeah." But Avi defended his fort and stayed strong. He knew that Kirstie was cheating on him...well, not exactly. I mean, he was just merely accusing her of cheating. Apparently, his "evidence" was enough to suspect she was with someone else. But you see, there was more to it than just waking up alone.
"It wasn't just that. When we took a bath together yesterday, she didn't even let me kiss her long." Avi looked at both of them for a response. He didn't get one.
"Not sure if I wanted to hear that." Kevin said, squinting his eyes at Avi and already standing up. As for Scott, he took out his phone and said: "I think Wyatt's calling me." He trailed off again.
"Guys! Please. I need your help." Avi whined. "Fine. Just don't talk about weird stuffs about you and Kirstie. It's creeping me out." Kevin shivered a little at the thought. Avi continued. "You know when we went to the bar last night?" Both the blonde and the beatboxer nodded.
~*~
The bar was loud, to say the least. No matter how hard you try to talk to someone he or she will never hear you over the thunderous beat of the music.
It's a good thing Avi wasn't talking to Kirstie.
While they were at the dance floor, a group of people came and started dancing, making it impossible to even bop your head with the rhythm. Avi had a crazy but usual idea, he held his girlfriend's hand and pulled her in an empty room. You know what kind of crazy but usual stuffs happens at the closet of a bar.
Avi pushed Kirstie on the wall and attacked. He pinned her with his hips and with his mouth. Her hands flung itself towards the back of his neck as he lift one of her thighs with his manly hands. Avi can't stop smiling and Kirstie couldn't stop giggling. It was heaven in the midst of hell. His hands roamed all over her body as she hungrily moan for more. Avi leaved a trail of kisses along her cheeks and into her neck. There he started giving what she asking. But that wasn't enough for him.
Avi started unbuttoning his shirt and tossed on the ground, leaving Kirstie to do the same. Her skin was warm against his and all his dubious thoughts floated away with every kiss she gives him. His hands rode up her black tight skirt and played with the stretchable line along her underwear, Kirstie moaned in response. Man, he never gets tired of this. Just as he was about to happily discard her skirt, she put her hand on his bare, hairy chest and said: "I need to go the bathroom."
~*~
"So at first we were just dancing, then we got more drunk and more drunk with every drink then poof! We were making out in a room at the back." Both of them stared at him as a warning. Avi didn't got it. "Can you imagine it! We were just making out!"
"Yeah, you were making out. So what?" Avi sighed in exasperation. He never thought that they were slow.
"We were just making out. Something always happens when we go to the bar. That was the first time that nothing did!" Scott whipped out his phone and pretended to talk to someone, Kevin stood up and walked away.
"Guys, Wyatt's really hungry." Scott didn't care if his excuse was bull crap, he just didn't want to hear more of Avi's, literally, bedtime stories.
Avi just put his head on his hands, confused on what to do next. This talk didn't do any good. He stood up, got his jacket and went to go home. And then Scott was alone again with pursed lips and guilty eyes, mug going cold with every heat being released from its form.
Oops.
