The Love You Gave • 13rw

Crawl| J. Foley

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Prompt: You  and Justin were like fire and gasoline. You knew exactly how to push  his buttons and he knew just how to make your skin crawl. What was meant  to be a simple argument turned into a break-up, but that's okay because  you knew just how to make him come back.

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The music blasted through the apartment, glasses rattling on the island and tables beating with the vibration of music bouncing off the windows and sliding glass doors. Smoke filled the air, clouding the room full of dancers and partygoers while the mix of alcohol, weed, and cigarettes lingered in the air.

The house was being trashed by the smell and actions of drunkards who chose to stay and become the life of the party instead of passing out piss drunk in a random spot of the room. You didn't care; however, for you too, were amongst the drunkards, dancing bare feet freely on top of your dads' pristine coffee table. With a beer in hand, you laughed and threw you head back, waving your hands in the air to the beat of the bass rattling the speakers.

You absolutely hated parties. Hated when Justin would drag you out of your room to head  to Bryce's or Jessica's – and you absolutely hated it, when Justin would offer your apartment when your dad was away for a weekend on call to have 'only a few' friends over for a get together. You hated to be among the crowd causing havoc due to intoxication, and there were times where Justin did too. However, most days – nights- Justin didn't care, and now this was the night where neither did you.

Most nights you would sneak Justin in when your father was asleep along with days when your dad traveled for work. This had been a constant routine with you two; your apartment was practically Justin's home.

You were used to him waking up and leaving for hours only to return to lay his head on your bed. Still, there were nights you wanted to just spend with him, without his friends. You had voiced this in the morning when Justin woke which then, resulted into an argument about you being too clingy for his taste and insecure when it came to his friendship with Jessica.

What was supposed to be a simple confrontation turned argument which transformed into Justin blowing up, saying he was done, and walking out with a middle finger behind his back while mumbling, "I'll be out with Jess."

The argument had struck your core and when Justin didn't answer your calls or texts nor came back towards the night you decided to do the one thing you knew you did best – wreck yourself and everything around you.

You knew how to push Justin's buttons so you didn't blame Justin for leaving, however, you knew you couldn't be without him, so you did whatever you could to get him back. You knew exactly how to get him to return to you more than you knew how to push him.

Justin walked down the hallway with his car keys in hand, dangling in between his fingers. His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the beating of music bouncing off walls, rattling the halls. He scoffed to himself when he came in contact with the apartment door, his lips flattening knowing the cause for all the noise to be behind this mahogany door.

Stepping into the apartment, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of your home being torn. Running his hands through his hair, he puffed out air walking through the mess of people yelling at them to beat it before he called the cops. Friends burst into pits of laughter as the words left Justin. Justin Foley call the cops? Yeah right. Still, most followed suit and began to stalk their drunken frames through the door while other familiar faces of the school lingered behind. Standing in the living room entrance, he scanned the room, his eyes stopping on his target - who looked to be having the time of her life.

Justin's head turned to the side with a frown while anger radiated off his body as he watched you dance on the table with a wide sloppy grin. He knew this was all an act, that you were hurting and in response to your pain you were distracting yourself with alcohol and friends.

"Hey man!" Bryce stumbled into the room, throwing his arm around Justin's shoulder, leaning all of his weight on his body. "Great party," he mumbled motioning towards the alcohol and fogged air of smoke, "it's about time you threw one!"

Bryce's eyes lingered to your intoxicated frame and a smirk danced upon his lips. He tilted his head towards you and wiggled his brows at Justin, "who knew your girl actually could hang."

Justin looked down at Bryce's beer digging into his arm, the coldness making him shiver. His eyes narrowed at his best friend and his nostrils flared at the comment he made about you causing him to push his friend off him, "get the off and get out, yeah?" Bryce held his hands up in protest, "chill Justin," he muttered, baking off as he took a swagger of his alcohol.

Shaking his head, Justin turned to the stereo, silencing the music from the speakers, "get the fuck out," he yelled, his voice echoing through the apartment as the rest of the crowd began to file out. Friend's spilled from the living room and pushed through the front door, waving you off and slapping Justin on the back, oblivious to the thick air residing between you two.

You stood on the table glaring at Justin, whose gaze matched yours. "Are you going to tell me what's going on here?" he asked in disbelief, eyeing the remains of alcohol that decorated the furniture.

Setting the beer down on the table, you jumped down landing on your butt with a thud, your harsh gaze lightening as soft giggles fell from your lips. "Well, you left," you hiccupped, another giggle following as you tasted residue from the few shots you indulged earlier in the night.

"So you go and throw a fucking party?!" Justin scoffed, motioning towards the thrashed living room. You went with the moment, acting without thought so this was nothing to you.

You shrugged and reached for your beer bottle behind you, frowning when you brought the bottle to your lips and realized it was empty.

"You left," you mumbled in response, nonchalantly tossing the beer aside, ignoring his outburst. The bottle crackled against the wooden floor and Justin winced. He walked to you with wide eyes and stood in front of you, "yeah, I did. Do you blame me?" You looked up at him with glossed eyes and shook your head slowly, "no."

Justin sighed and plopped himself down on the wood floor in front of  you, resting his hands on his knees, "what am I going to do with you?"