Mindblown

Chapter 10

A/N: This is directly continued on from the last chapter, you can go back and read it you like, but I placed the last line at the beginning just in case you didn't want to do that :P

Chapter 10

...Kirstie opens her door just before Avi gets to his side. Before she can get in she throws up all over the seat...
    He freezes as he hears her and his eyes go wide. He can't look. He can't turn if he does he'll see it and he can't see it.
     Kirstie jumps away from the car, staring up at Avi, "I'm so sorry," she chokes out then looks back at the mess she's made. "I'll get it cleaned, no! No I'll do it myself." She starts coughing and turns completely away from the car in case she vomits again, she still feels like she might.
     Avi shakes his head but doesn't answer her. She wants to cry, she knows he must be so mad at her, so mad that he can't even talk to her. She has to squeeze her eyes shut as she lowers herself to the ground, on her hands and knees, she throws up again.
     Avi notices the camera flash, a random celebrity spotter or paparazzi, it didn't matter, he sprang into action. He rushes around the back of the car, stepping between Kirstie and the camera.
     "Nothing to see here, just go inside," he waves them away and they hesitantly leave. He stands there for a few moments watching for anybody else before he finally turns to look at Kirstie.
      "I'm sorry," she looks up at him with tears in her eyes.
      "Are you okay?" he steps around the puddle of vomit to kneel down beside her.
      "Your car."
      "Is a car, I'm asking about you Kirstie."
      "But I spewed in it."
      "And we'll get it cleaned-"
      "I will," she interrupts.
      "It doesn't matter, it's still just a car. You shouldn't have eaten so much Kirstie," he sighs as he brushes some of her hair back so he can see her tear stained face. "It's just a car."
      "Can you take me to the bathroom please?" she asks quietly.
      "You gonna be sick again?"
      "Maybe, but I need to clean up," she pushes off her hands, brushing them together to remove any gravel, and sits back on her heels.
      He nods, "I'll take you to the bathroom." Avi stands up and pulls Kirstie with him, letting her lean on him as they walk back into the restaurant. They ignore the stares of the diners and make it to the woman's bathroom with no further incidents.
      Kirstie shakingly leans against the sink, running the water while Avi gets her some toilet paper from one of the stalls.
     "Thank you."
     "No problem. You just do whatever you need to do, I'll be back in a minute," he takes a step backwards.
     "No don't go," she speaks hoarsely.
     "I won't be long, I promise," he gives her a small smile as he leaves the bathroom, just about knocking into another lady walking in. "Sorry," he apologises, holding the door for her.
      "Why was there a man in here?"
      "He was just helping me, he's the owner anyways so," she shrugs deciding not to add anymore because she didn't really need to explain it to some random lady.
      "Of course," she nods, Kirstie can see she is not truly convinced as she enters a stall.
      "Whatever," Kirstie says under her breath as she finally starts to clean up. She gets a little water on the toilet tissue and starts wiping at her mouth, removing any trace of lipstick that was left after the food and vomit. Taking some more of the tissue, she wets it again then starts dabbing at the trace amounts of vomit down her dress.
      When the lady comes out of her stall Kirstie barely spares her a glance.
      "Wait a moment, you're that singer aren't you? I think my daughters like you."
      "That's nice," Kirstie replies.
      "What if I could get a photo with you to show them, they'd think I was just the coolest," she grins.
     "I'm so sorry, I'm not really in any state to be taking photos right now."
     "That's not really fair."
     "It is. I can say no to a photo."
     "It's rude."
     "Well I'm sorry, but I just threw up, I'm not feeling well and I don't want to take a stupid photo," she says, her voice getting louder.
     Avi stops in the doorway as he hears Kirstie's voice, he just about walks into the lady again when she storms out.
     "What was that?" he asks.
     "Don't worry about it," she says as she gets back to what she was doing. "Where did you go?"
     "I just got you a bottle of water and some after dinner mints," he shrugs, "We usually have a bowl at reception but it was empty."
     "Go figure," she takes a few small sips of water. "Thank you though, you're being way too nice to me."
     "I have to know that you're at least okay, that's not too much."
     "But I threw up in your car, you love your car."
     "I do, but we've been over this: it can be cleaned. Now just shut up, drink your water and eat your mints," he tips the individually packaged mints into Kirstie's empty hand.
     "I just feel bad," she opens a mint and pops it into her mouth.
     "So do I, I shouldn't have let you eat so much. I will admit I was pretty impressed when you said you'd eat the full portion, but I should have known, Esther can't even finish the half."
     "Hey, I might be small but I eat a lot, I just over did it this time."
     "And we won't let it happen next time, if you're getting full there's no shame in stopping."
     Kirstie's eyes widen, "Next time?"
     "Did I say next time?"
     Kirstie nods.
     "Well then I guess I want there to be a next time, do you?"
     She nods again.
     "Awesome," he smiles. "And just to clarify I do mean a date, you do too right?"
     "Yeah, no I want that," she continues to nod.
     "Cool, cause I don't know what this was," he gestures between them, "This time, but yeah next time," he rambles.
     She smiles, "Yeah," she says with a slight laugh knowing she'd repeated herself.
     "Let's stop being awkward, or at least try to," Avi chuckles as he reaches up to nervously scratch the back of his head. "Do you need any more ah, toilet paper?"
     She shakes her head, "I think I'm okay now."
     "Do you want to get going then? I'll take you home."
     "If you want."
     Avi opens the bathroom door for her, "You're gonna have to sit in the back."
     "What? Why?" she frowns.
     "Because you puked on the front seat Kirstie."
     "Of course, but maybe we should take some toilet paper to clean some of that up too? You could get a roll from the supply closet or something? We'll probably need at least that much."
     Avi nods in reply and collects the roll before they leave with even more eyes on them.
     "It's a good thing vomit deters people right? I mean you left the door to your car open," she points across the carpark.
      "Didn't even realise," he says with a sigh. "But it's all okay and you're okay, right?" he stops her just before the car, gripping her shoulders to hold her out in front of him.
     "Yeah, we just sorted that," she points over her shoulder.
     "Good, I'm glad." He pauses then pulls her in wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
     "I think there might still be some puke on my dress Avi," she says but wraps her arms around him anyway.
     "I know."

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this one, but I hope you guys like where it's headed :)

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