"Come on i'm hungryyyyyy" Tristan moaned from beside me. We were choosing a birthday present for my little sister, and he was helping nothing. After exhaling away my annoyance, I shoved a mini muffin in his face. "There. Now remind me why I bought you again?" I asked whilst scanning yet more shelves for the perfect present. "Because you love me" he replied, and my blood ran cold. Little did he know that was the truth and then some. "And I have the better judgement of the two of us" he added, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me inside. Got to love the joking side of a situation. "For choosing a little girl's birthday present? Are you serious?" I asked for clarification, and moved a few boxes of dolls to see if there were any better models behind them.
"Can we please get out of here?" he asked again, and I sighed. "If you weren't my best friend.." I replied and pushed him out of the shop, as we were getting stared at by everyone else in the small space. "So what are we going to do now, genius" I said, sarcasm dripping from every word that left my mouth. "Party time tonight, I need to go into town and get some new stuff" was the response delivered, and I held up my hands. "I'm not getting involved in this, i'll just see you later" I joked, and spun around on my heels and began to walk away. "Um, Ailish?" I heard Tristan's voice trail off. Letting a smile creep onto my lips, I turned back around only to see my best friend with outstretched arms and a slightly hurt expression. "You're serious?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's our trademark hug, come on you know this" he explained, even though I was well, well aware. After the friendly embrace (which admittedly I was always a little disappointed with at the end because it was only friendly) I headed back home and began unwillingly preparing for the party.
Counting down the minutes to the party, I was getting all the more nervous and dreading it with all my might. I was incredibly insecure in social situations like these, and Tristan more than knew that, so why must he force me to keep going to them? Maybe I could get out of it..
A text later I was 'ill and incapable of going anywhere' meaning I was curled up in bed and watching soppy movies because that's what I do when in this mood. "Aren't you supposed to be going to a party?" my elder brother Tommy asked as he barged into my room. "Aren't you supposed to be a caring role model?" I asked in rebuttal and he shot me a death glare. "Someone's here for you" he told me before swiftly walking out and closing the door behind him. "Tell them i'm not up for seeing anyone!" I shouted after him, and he banged on the wall outside my room signalling he heard me.
As I was about to settle down into my bed again, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I groaned and buried my head into the pillow. I pushed myself up on my hands a few seconds later and walked over to the mirror. I placed a hand on the mirror then clenched my other hand into a fist. "I wish I wasn't so insecure. I wish I wasn't like this. I wish I wasn't-" I was interrupted in my self-loathing session by the door creaking open. "Tommy.. Please not now" I whispered, whilst a tear found it's way escaping from my eye and rolled down my cheek. I could sense someone still in the room with me, and I was not in the mood to be cruelly mocked by my brother. "I think you're pretty perfect" a voice echoed through my compact room. I exhaled softly and racked my brain trying to think of a logical excuse as to why I was basically pointing out my flaws and at the same time process what had just been said to me.
"Why would you say such hurtful things about yourself?" my best friend questioned as he began walking towards me. "No no no, me first. What did you say?" I replied, and stopped him in his tracks. In his temporarily frozen state, he could do nothing, including speak. "Perfect is an overused word" I said with a sigh. "Not when used in this context" he responded, and suddenly found his feet. "And what context might that be.." my voice trailed off as we were all of a sudden sat opposite each other.
"I'm just going to come straight out with it.." he began and I nodded, showing he had my full, undivided attention. "Screw it" he concluded before a microsecond later our lips connected. So, so much better than the friendly embrace we used to share.
"I'm not going to the party, you know how I get" I decided to get it out of the way early, before he had a chance to mention the blatant lie I told. He shrugged the comment off, as if he didn't really care much for it either.
"I think I might love you" he whispered, his lips still softly brushing against mine. "Well isn't that a coincidence Evans.. I think I might love you too" I replied. Another soft, gentle kiss followed.
I think we may have found a new trademark.
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The Vamps Oneshots/Songfics Book.
FanfictionA compilation of original imagines about The Vamps band, as you probably guessed.
