The Killers - Part 2

chapter 20

Kyrie POV

I sat there on the stool waiting for roger to hurry up and get ready, his hair has been dyed and to my relief it was back to blonde, which was good, that green was getting a little weird, i loved it but it was odd seeing it instead of blonde.

I drummed my finger on the bench, i couldn’t do much else than that seeing as i didn’t want to get the dress ruined, someone would probably have a fit if there was a stain on it, seeing as someone over reacted just because roger had green hair.

“morning”

John said, coming out from his room all dressed up himself, in a white long sleeved shirt with a grey vest, fancy but not too fancy to take the attention away from Brian, im sure he would go for the traditional black attire, as for roger, i have no clue what he has planned to wear, im not going to make him wear what i want, its up to him, im not his mother, i may have standards but i cant force them on him.

“hello there”

I said, sitting there, leaning against the bench top, overly bored with so much time to waist, it was only the three of us left in the house, Nat had gone along with Tamarah, and Jo whilst Freddie went with Brian. John got himself a cup of water, he offered me one but i just shook my head, knowing me ill mysteriously break it and ruin everything and that’s the last thing i want, to have the blame of everything.

I fiddled with the white lace of my dress, staring at the black shoes waiting for my feet, the leaves to wrap around my ankle drooping as if it were wilted. The situation between me and john seemed intense, not knowing what to say between each other, i had no clue what to talk to him about, the weather, no, to cliché, umm i have no clue, i was scratching my brain to find a topic to talk to him about.

The water ceased, that means roger will be ready soon, and then we’ll be out the door and off to the cathedral to withstand who knows how long of a procession of the wedding, hopefully its not a big fancy hour long wedding of just sitting there, sounds unrealistically uncomfortable just thinking about it, maybe ill take a pillow.

I grabbed my shoes, sliding my feet into them, the black leaves standing out against my pale skin, too noticeable but the black looked better than the white in my opinion, more realistic to see black leaves than that of black and it gave the outfit something different than just white.

“john, could you do the tie up for my shoes please?”

I asked him, breaking the silence between the two of us. He looked in my direction, still utterly silent, it was beginning to annoy me, am i the only one able to make conversation, he really needs to get rid of this aversion to talking to people, especially those who live in the same apartment as him, what am i going to do, bite him, i may be scary looking but i don’t bite, well that of people that i like i don’t.

“hey....Kye, could you get my shoes for me?”

Roger asked as john finished tying my last shoe, patting my foot making sure it was done and secure before getting up and picking up his glass again, still no words shared between the two of us. Getting up off the chair i was somewhat pleased to be leaving the area in which he was in, the silence was uncanny, i hated silence, even though i wasn’t one for conversation i liked there to be some form of noise interrupting the silence, be it a car or chicken, something is better than nothing.

I went into the wardrobe and picked out the pair of black leather shoes of his that he only wore for special occasions, and too them to the door of the door, knocking on it. It instantly opened to reveal roger in a black and white vest alone with black slacks, im not complaining but jo may.

He took the shoes from me and walked over to the couch to put them on, john was off in a mind of his own as i went to grab Roger a long white shirt for himself, just in case the princess wasn’t happy with Rogers attire. I came back out, Rogs hair combed in a messy style like it usually was, his shoes all done up and vest buttoned up, he groaned at the sight of the shirt in my hand, he knew exactly why i had it, if it were up to him he would’ve kept the green hair as a joke just to annoy her that little bit more.