GUILTY (A Kian Lawely and Andrea Russet fan fiction)

CHAPTER TWO

Kian nervously griped my hand. I tried setting it free. Not because I didn't love him. Bbt because my hand were so sweaty from all the nerve, you could boil hot water right on the surface of my palm.

"What's wrong?" He asked as though he were scared I wouldn't feel the same way about him as he felt about me.

"Oh." I replied. "Nothing. My hands are just sweaty." I laughed.

"Oh that's okay." He said without a care in the world. "Mine are sweaty too. It's fine."

We got into the diner and Kian pointed To a black booth with dim red leather seats. "Lets sit there." He suggested. " right next to the fish tank." He pointed again to a large and quite wide fish tank that had no cover so that little ones could maybe even pet the fish. I however found it dangerous and insecure. In the tank were four-teen clown fish, seven angel fish, and a glum or possibly dead blow fish flipped over on its back side. "I don't see why not." I agreed. Getting bored and weary, I watched two clown fish fight over a piece of popcorn that a small little boy had dropped into the tank.




"Foods here." Said Kian. I shook my head and woken up a bit by the loud sound of Kian's voice and the sweet smell of fresh salad, mashed potatoes, fries, stake, coke and more. "Thank you very much mam." Phenomenon tipped the waitress exactly ten dollars. "Whoa..." I said.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

" no I'm fine thank you. That just seemed like a lot of money to tip a waitress. But over all, that was very nice of you."

He blushed. "Oh please." He said biting his lip "It was...it was nothing."

I smiled as I picked up my fork in my left hand and a knife in my right. As I began to struggle cutting the burnt stake the knife had slipped toward me and I moved back frightened and swiftly gasped. But luckily the knife did not intend to make its way through my belly. But instead, it decided to go in a less painful place. Right through my middle finger. I felt so embarrassed and in pain all at the same time a small amounts of blood traveled onto the table. But soon enough the blood decided to travel somewhere farther. Into my food. But we were too busy worrying that we never noticed any blood in the mashed potatoes. I was disgusted. But even more so, embarrassed more than ever.

"Here!" Said Kian reaching for a bandage from my purse. I was so happy i remembered to bring some just in case something like this for example might just happen on a first date. "Thank you so much, Kian." I was about to cry from all that pain but didn't want Kian to see me cry. But my finger felt better eventually. But unlink my finger, things got worse. Taking a bite of my salad my elbow nudged the surface of the fish tank and things got pretty ugly. And by pretty ugly, I mean disgusting, gross, clumsy, bad, ugly, and TERRIBLE. I took a bite of more mashed potatoes and tasted a strong sour taste as I squeezed up my hole face and felt my stomach going rapid, my checks puffy up, and am even more sour taste worse than the one before and oh no.......the blood that had dropped in the mashed potatoes. I ate it. Forgetting I was about to get sick I carelessly went to go spit out the blood. BIG MISTAKE.

A flood of vomit splash on Kian and my brand new bright pink designer brand dress was a landfill!

I was humiliated. I didn't even care anymore. I burst end out into a flood of tears and felt so gross maybe even Kian would throw up all over me. Whatever Kian. Just do it. Throw up on me. Go on! I deserve it! I was damned. There was no doubt that Kian and i's relationship was over. I didn't care though. I was just disgusted at myself.

"I am SO sorry Kian! I-I-" I said nearly being able to talk.

"HEY..." He replied slowly waving his hand toward me up and down.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine your still and always will be a beautiful angel to me."

"Yeah right." I thought to myself. I was covered in vomit, blood, ate blood, and puked on Kian on the first date. He had to be sarcastic about that or something.

"Yeah right." I said aloud.

"No, really."

I smiled and blushed. "Let's get out of here." I suggested. "Sounds like a plan. No need to be more people staring at us than there already is."

"Yeah." I agreed. Tonight was a bad night but I should look at the bright side of things. Kian was perfect. He never laughed, pointed, or thought anything of it. I feel so lucky to have him.