(A/N This one shot is kind of an AU because I made Jax's personality completely different than it is in the show, so please don't think I'm hating on Jax or anything. He's one of my favorite characters tbh)
VANESSA'S POV
So, I guess I should just come out and admit it. I'm in love with my best friend, Kit. I tried to deny it at first, but it's so painfully obvious to me now. I remember going down to the empty field where it was just Kit, her boyfriend Jax, and I. He was on his own playing baseball, while Kit danced slowly to the music that was playing. I remember watching the wind blow through her hair as her brown eyes looked up and smiled at me. Her hips swayed perfectly to the music, and it was the first time I was completely awestruck.
I also remember the time where we were both at my house, changing out of our swimsuits into our dry, warm clothes. She faced away from me, slowly taking off her swim top. She must have noticed me staring, because she turned her head to face me and smiled.
But she has a boyfriend. An abusive, controlling boyfriend. She tells me how he grabs her, hits her, and yells at her. Yet she still lets him kiss her, hug her, and whisper sweet things into her ear, the things that I want to do. I just want her to be happy, and I know she's not.
I walk up to her front porch, knowing that she's throwing a house party today. After knocking on the door, I only have to wait a couple more seconds for her to show up.
"Hey!" She greets me, pulling me into the house and smiling wide.
"Hey!" I smile back.
She excitedly pulls me into the living room where drunk bodies are displaced everywhere, and the music is blasting loud. Parties aren't really my thing, but Kit is. She's the only reason I'm here right now.
She goes off to sit on her boyfriend's lap, and I suddenly feel out of place. I walk through the familiar hallways of her house, and eventually walk into her bedroom, looking at the old photos of us as kids.
I smile when I see the one of us that was taken at that empty field that one day. That's the time I realized I was in love with her. My eyes start to water once I process the fact that I can never be with her. I'm being selfish, I know. But right now, she's the only thing that I want, and she's the only one I've ever wanted.
The music suddenly quiets down, and I immediately walk back into the living room to investigate. The bodies that were once heavily drunk and dancing are now all passed out along the couch and the cold, wooden floor. One person is missing though, Kit.
I walk out into her backyard through the screen doors located in the living room. I look to my right and see Kit sitting down next to the pool, letting her legs dangle in the cool water. I silently take a seat next to her and carefully rest my head on her shoulder. To my surprise, she doesn't shrug it off at all. Instead, she rests her head on top of mine.
We stay there for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Eventually I feel her lift her head back up, and I do the same. We both look at each other, neither speaking or breathing. Her lips seem to inch closer, and even closer until my hair is yanked back and my head bangs against a rock, putting me in a momentary gaze.
I can only hear her boyfriends muffled yelling, and I try to make out what he's saying.
"Are you kidding me? Out of all people, her! Don't even try to defend yourself in front of me, just keep your mouth shut! You've done enough already. Look at me! Not her." He screams.
I shakily push myself off the ground, and cut off his shouting by punching him hard to the ground. I jump on top of him, and begin repeatedly punching him in the face. All that's going through my head is the memories Kit and I have shared together. I don't want to let any of it go.
I'm eventually pulled away by Kit, and I'm face to face with her again. She's smiling at me, while a couple tears fall down her face. Her hand traces the side of my cheek, and smears some of the blood off my lip. She smiles at me once again, before yanking my head and crashing her lips onto mine. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer, while we continue to desperately kiss each other.
We soon pull away, completely out of breath. We smile at each other once again, and she pulls me into a tight embrace.
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