four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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Unfortunately, your wife has a bestfriend and that needed understanding, isn't it? But why by the moment my vision lingered on his face I felt this rush of insecurity and jealousy?

Sarah called him in to have company because we had to attend to the ball tomorrow and I had to take Bryana, she'd be by herself if it wasn't for this Ace, as they called him.

I don't think he was well aware of my existence because he didn't seem to see me. He would passed by me, look through me and would not talk to me. Now there's a reason to get angry, right? They introduced him to me so why act like this?

Now he was holding Sarah by her back, assisting her as they walk down the stairs, outside, to the beach. She seemed to enjoy it so let them be. "Whatever!" I murmured.

"Hey Bry, are your things ready for tomorrow?" I asked since she passed across me to the kitchen. She always seem to eat lately then would drink either a water with lemon or tea.

She took her tumbler from the refrigerator which I assumed water with lemon. "Yeah, why?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Are you sure you're okay here?" I asked as she adjusted my tie. We only had a small proximity of space between us and it was getting awkward for me.

"Why do you worry? He's my bestfriend, he won't do anything." She reassured me for the 5th time. "I've known him for 15 years. So let your thoughts at peace. Yeah?"

She tightened it and did the finishing stuff. She suggested not to wear an Americana or tuxedo, whatever you prefer to call it. She thought it won't be that formal and people knew that our band was punk rock. After rolling up my sleeves she stood back and looked at her masterpiece, me.

"That will do." She uttered and faced her back to me to clean up the things she used.

She cut a little of my hair, 'to give me bangs', she did a little make up and put chapstick for my lips, so it won't be dry. "What do you mean 'that will do'?" I asked and faced the mirror.

I did look like Luke because of my poop hair. I messed it up. "You made me look like Luke. What were you thinking?"

I took the gel at the table and started to style the way I always did; down and on different directions. She seemed a little upset.

"Why ask me if you wouldn't like it." She said and was about to get out the room but Bry took it first and opened forward. She got hit by the forehead.

Sarah smiled and looked back, to my way but wasn't directly looking at me. I guess she didn't want Bry to get upset with it. "You're still not ready? We'll be late." Bry asked.

"Almost." I said, "I'll be downstairs in a while."

"Sarah, are you okay?" She asked and Sarah made an okay sign but still not looking at her. "Alright. Meet me downstairs. Yeah?"

Bryana shut the door behind her and I went forward to Sarah who's holding her forehead. She took a step back when I was near and that hurt me. She seemed to be scared from me.

I took her wrist from her forehead down and said, "Let me look at it." I bend my knees down a little to match her height. As I try to look at it her sight looked away as well. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?," she said, this time looking at me directly into my eyes. I was caught off guard that I didn't know what to say. "It hurts. A lot. Too much. It incredibly hurts."

Her respond was saying something. More than the sting from her forehead.

The door banged open and Ace's existence showed. "Don't you know the word knock?"

Instead of answering he walked towards Sarah and asked what happened. She allowed him to touch her but why not me? He was allowed to get close with her but why couldn't I? He was the bestfriend why couldn't I, the husband? "I think you should go. Everyone's waiting for you downstairs. I'll take care of this."

"Yeah."

We were on my way, in the car, with Bry's squad, when Calum who's beside me noticed me being silent. "Hey bud, is everything alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just... sleepy." I said and he tapped his shoulder for me to lean on. "My hair."

My hair. That fucking hair. Damn it.

We came home at 12 and found them still awake. Downstairs, playing some cards with a bet I guess because her face was drawn with ridiculous stuff by lipstick. She looked more lively. I heard her laughed cheerfully, and I saw her smiled.

"You guys ate?" Luke asked them as he walk upstairs to change.

I didn't want to hear the answer, that she cooked something for him and nothing for me. "Sarah cooked spaghetti. There's still some at the kitchen. Help yourselves."

I hope there was another way to get upstairs but unfortunately there was only one.

I need you, come back to me. I walked passed them, going upstairs. Its only been four hours we were apart but she looked fine while I struggle from the truth that I was alone.

Sitting in the dark, by the foyer, only made it worse. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't so I pour down this Jack Daniels down my throat. It was supposed no stopping but Calum caught it and scolded me like a dad. "You eat first and shove this bottle down your fucking throat. Don't make me put a spoonful of this shit on your mouth." he said, furiously, while holding a plate filled with food. I guess he wanted us to share the food.

"Why do you care?" I rolled my eyes and ate anyway.

"Because you're fucked up tonight. You never drink and ate earlier. Something must be up."

"I just want my memory back." I said and looked at Calum, "so I would know what to do."

"You will, just hang in there. Yeah?" He said.

"I can't anymore." I said.

The night was getting late but Calum was still my company. He even brought another two bottles of Jack Daniels upstairs and shove it down our throats but I was still awake as fuck.

I hope you're here. Beside me. Talking about different kind of things.