“How many shots have you had anyways, Keeks?” Craig asks as I down a tequila shot at the bar. I’m about to answer when I see a familiar face.
“Oh shit.” I say quietly, attempting to hide myself behind Craig.
“Who is it?”
“Scotty James.” I say flatly. Scotty and I have a very brief history. We were good friends, he confessed his love for me, we kissed, then I starting dating Mark like ten minutes later. Scotty didn’t take it well, and I didn’t expect him too. We haven’t spoken since Mark and I have been together. I’ve seen Scotty at competitions and stuff, but he either ignores me or gives me a tiny, formal nod. I hate seeing him now.
“I thought you and Scotty didn’t even speak anymore.” Craig says, taking his shot. He’s not nearly as stressed about this situation as me.
“We don’t, but when he’s drinking he gets confrontational. I don’t want to get into a fight with him.”
“Keeks, he’s probably over it. It’s been like seven months.” Craig’s right. I’m sure Scotty doesn’t care any more, but I take the fact that we haven’t spoken as a sign that he still doesn’t like me.
I relax for a moment and feel the alcohol hit my body. I want to dance. Or take a walk. All I know is that I want to move.
“Craiger, come dance with me.” I say trying to drag Craig out of his seat.
“Isn’t that what your boyfriend is for?” Craig says laughing at me. I stop tugging on his arm and remember that my boyfriend should be the one dancing with me.
“You’re right. Imma go find him.” I tell Craig before quickly moving away from the bar and into the crowd of people. I have no idea how I’m going to find Mark in this place, but I feel determined.
“Kimmy-“ A voice shouts at me. In my drunken state, I think it’s Mark calling me, but when I turn around, it’s Scotty James.
“Oh you’re speaking to me? This is new.” I say quietly, I think Scotty hears me though because his face drops into a slight frown.
“It’s been awhile.” Scotty says awkwardly. I roll my eyes.
“It hasn’t been awhile. I saw you like a month ago and you ignored me.” With that I turn and attempt to walk away from the tall, freckled Australian. Scotty grabs my arm gently. I’m too drunk to deal with this.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to deal with you being with him. I had always thought you two were just friends.”
“Well, nothing has changed, Scotty. I’m still with Mark.” I see Scotty wince at Mark’s name. Normally I’d be nice in this kind of situation, but I’m too drunk. I want to find my boyfriend and Scotty is preventing me from doing that.
“Oh yeah you’re with Mark? Where is he?” Scotty asks with an irritated tone. It was a good question.
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McMorris and Me: Part tWO
FanfictionKimmy and Mark McMorris are best friends turned boyfriend/girlfriend. He's a pro snowboarder and she's a normal girl, so they knew their relationship would be difficult, but maybe it's more work than they thought.
