Feeling This (Ashton Irwin)

thirteen - faults

After not ever actually seeing Catty at Mikey’s party the night before, I decided to invite her over and have her meet Troye. She had been at my house for a little over than an hour and we were just kind of chilling, having some girl time. It had been so long since I met a decent girl friend. I normally try to stay away from girl’s because we’re harder to trust, but I haven’t found any reason not to trust Catty.

“Catty! I want you to meet my best mate, Troye.” I motion her towards my Macbook screen, which was lit up with Troye’s lovely face.

She turns to the screen and survey’s it. She gives a quick little wave and then backtracks to the screen, “Wait a second, is that Troye Sivan?”

She knows who he is! “Oh my god, you watch his videos?!”

“Of course, they are bloody hilarious.” She says dumbly.

Troye finally speaks, “Aw, thank you! What’s your name again?”

“Just call me Catty.”

“Sorry, did you say Catty?”

“Yeah, no one pronounces my name right anyways, it’s just stuck as Catty. My french teacher called me that for a full year. Even my mom can’t pronounce my name right.”

“Wow that’s tough. I get it, simple names that turn out way more difficult than needed. Everyone seems so shocked when they find out there’s an ‘e’ at the end of my name, like it’s some new thing.”

“He understands my pain!” They both begin laughing at their shared dilemma.

“Alright, ladies what are you doing tonight?” He asks while taking a sip of red bull.

“Well, I sort of have to leave soon…” She trails off.

“Wait why?! I thought you were staying over?” I yell at her.

“Umm.. I’m going out. With a guy I met at Mikey’s party. Thanks for never finding me by the way.”

“Oh you actually made it to that? Who’s the guy?”

“Luke.”

My jaw drops, “SHIT ACTUALLY?”

Troye whines, “What the fuck my girls are both dating hot band boys why can’t I have one.”

“Awe, I’m his girl. And we aren’t dating, just hanging out.” She points out.

“What happened at the party?” I ask.

“We were both pretty smashed, but I do remember sticking my tongue down his throat so.” She says proudly.

Luke was a very awkward person, so I instantly wondered how he took that, “Whoa, what did he do?”

“I guess you could say he returned the favour.” She says cheekily.

I cover my not-so-virgin ears from her filth, “Oh, gosh, too much details.”

Despite the pleas, she continues, “Maybe we will frickle frackle tonight. You know, do the do.” She raises her eyebrows in a seductive way.

“You’re disgusting, why did I ever give you my number.”

She sends me a wink, “You wanted some girl on girl action we all know it.”

“Do you not have a filter or something?”

“Not really. It’s one of my many amazing qualities.” She seemed a little too proud of that.

“It’s something alright.”

“I better get going, Luke just texted. It was good to meet you Troye!” She waves back at the screen as she exits the room.

“Hopefully next time it’ll be in person!”

“Bye Zoe.”

“Bye Catty.”

It was just Troye and I now. We were going about our business right now. A lot of the time we would skype just to see each other and then do our own thing. It was nice and comforting to know he was there, even when he wasn’t.

“What are you doing tonight then Zoe?”

“Not too sure, my dad should be home soon.”

“You still mad at him?” He says with a pout.

“A little. We haven’t really talked and the witch is still being, well, a witch.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry hun. I think I’m going to come down there sometime soon!”

“I think the boys are having a gig in Perth in like a month or so, and Mikey said I could come down with them, we could meet up?” I offer.

He suddenly begins to fangirl, “That would be perfect, I can’t wait.”

“How was your trip?”

“It was alright. We’re still going to the UK when you finish school yeah?”

“Of course.” I smile at the thought of finally leaving home. Before I can respond I hear someone slamming the door close and screaming down stairs. “I think someone’s home, I better go. Love you.” I close my laptop up and go to investigate.

As I assume, someone was home, and it was the witch.

“Oh, it’s just you.” I glare at her.

“Yup, just me you ungrateful little-”

“As much as I want you to finish that sentence, just don’t.” I say sarcastically, giving her an equally sarcastic smile at the end.

Her patience is growing thin, and it’s like watching a time-bomb tick away. “Show a little damn respect for me.”

I decide to challenge her, “Why should I when you give yourself none?”

“You are such a spoiled brat. I can’t believe your dad does nothing about this.”

“It’s his own fault.”

“How?”

“He married you and forced me to live with you. If I had it my way I would’ve been long gone by now.”

“What’s keeping you here then? Fucking leave then.”

“Fine.”

I don’t even bother grabbing my stuff, this was just another little temper tantrum between the two of us and I needed some time to cool off. I grab my penny board from the front door and slip my phone into my back pocket of my black skinny jeans. My singlet falls low on my waist and the cuts on the arm holes are rather large exposing my bra.

I begin skating, with no real destination. The tears on my face are still falling, and I don’t do anything to push them away.

My board carries me to a house, and I end up on the front porch. There are still tears coating my face, but they have stop streaming out. My eyes are a violent red, completely bloodshot. My fist shakily knocks on the door and a boy with sad hazel eyes opens it.