Sorry || Gene x Reader [✔]

14 ➳ "I don't know..."

(Thank you all so much for 2k reads! It really does mean everything to me that this is getting some attention! I love you all, and hopefully, I can finish this entire book before summer ends! [Just a hint, I only have 6 more original chapters to write before we reach the final story arch, which has 8 definitive parts in it. So yeah, 14 chapters left.] Hopefully my motivation won't waver and I can push out chapter for you all!)

♪ That anybody ever really

~Your POV~

I drove in silence, continuously glancing at the GPS screen that leads me to my destination. The dark sky and empty roads leave an eerie atmosphere that surrounds my car. I fight the small urge to turn on music, thinking it will distract me from the mundane task I was set to do.

"Stupid brother, stupid alcohol, stupid parties," I mumble to myself angrily as I turn the corner, "I can't have one movie night to myself, now can I?"

I look at the GPS, noticing the small finish line flag is very close to me as it's just down the street I'm currently on. Gazing out along the houses in the neighborhood, I see one that definitely stands out.

I turn off the navigator and park my car a few houses down, not wanting it to seem suspicious and be broken into as I pick up my brother. The large home I approach radiates music and noise, the front door is wide open for anyone to walk in or out freely.

As I get closer to the front door, I see someone sitting next to it in one of the patio chairs. His black hair and blue eyes are easily recognizable, his usual smirk is also plastered his smug features as he watches me approach him.

"So you're finally here," Gene said, sitting up in his seat, "we've been waiting."

"I didn't know you were here." I say, tilting my head slightly in confusion. "I only thought Zenix and Sasha would be here."

"You'd think I'd miss a party like this?" Gene forcefully laughs at my statement. "This is where all of the fun sh*t happen, I'm not gonna miss it." Gene giggles at the end, which is extremely unlike him.

"Well my brother being drunk out of his mind, at a party, by himself, without a driver, is not some "fun sh*t", Gene."

"Yeah, he's totaled," Gene said, extending the length of the word 'totaled' to show its extremity, "did ya bring water and stuff? Sasha said she asked you to."

"Uh, yeah." I replied slightly awkwardly, rummaging through my pocket and pulling out a small plastic water bottle and two aspirin tablets. "I hope this can help him a little, I don't know the severity of his, well, situation, so, um...that's about it."

Gene stands up and closes the small gap between us. He looks down at me, raising one eyebrow with a small smirk on his face, the usual one he sports almost constantly.

"What's with the stuttering? That doesn't seem like a "Y/n" thing, now does it?"

I sigh heavily at his question, I could tell by his tone that he wouldn't drop the subject and let me continue until I answered. "Gene, move over." I say in a desperate attempt to drop the conversation. "My brother is probably miserable, so let's get our a**es upstairs so I can take him home."

Gene leans in closer, this causes me to take a few steps back until I hit the fence around the perimeter of the patio. The blue eyed boy continues coming closer towards me, staring me straight in the eyes, almost like he was gazing right through me.

The boy persists to look at my face, somehow surveying me and my reactions. I try to keep my expressions at a minimum and as stone cold as possible, but I don't know how long I can keep up this small facade.

He leans in even closer, placing his palms on the wooden banister I'm backed up against, one on each side of me, his arms propping himself up in a leaning position.

My muscles tense as Gene doesn't move. The thick silence between us rings louder than the exploding sounds from within the house party. We both seemed paralyzed in this moment, like a still-life painting or portrait, perfect little statues that don't waver.

I remove my gaze from the floor to his eyes, which haven't left my face from the moment I've stopped talking. His cold blue and calculating eyes flicker from feature to feature—they seem clouded, or filled with thought.

The breeze picks up and wisps of Gene's thick black hair seem to flutter and frame his face, my Y/h/c locks do the same. Chills fill my skin as the urge to say something or move arrives, but I somehow cannot do it. I'm caught up, left out to dry, stuck in time.

I can't understand, what resolve has overtaken me to not be able to move? I refuse to do anything in this moment except stare, but why? Genes expression is calm, but his eyes say he's inwardly frantic and indecisive. I can only wonder what I look like in this moment.

Our actions mirror each other. No moving, no talking, no distractions. We just stare at each other, falling deeper into the clutches of time as every second passes.

"Gene, w-what are y-you doing?"

The words I've been so desperately trying to push out squeak past my lips; they sound so uncertain and meek—quiet and meaningless. I'm confused with myself on how this has been going on for so long, it's so odd.

Gene blinks very slowly. The cloudiness leaves his gaze and it's like he's suddenly snapped back into reality. His once slow flickering eyes burst into fast glances as he notices what's been happening the past few minutes.

Blinking again and again, the boy suddenly stops and looks me in the eyes for the umpteenth time. His inner strength that he usually posses vanished in this singular moment.

His mouth dangleѕ open slightly, then it shuts. He repeats this process a few times, stammering to find the right words to explain this predicament we've found ourselves in, yet we still haven't moved.

"I don't know..."

Gene's words come out wavering, like he is not sure of himself as he speaks. The air chills even more at his words. It's not like I'm scared, I'm not worried for fearful, just...I can't describe it...in awe? Maybe...

The black headed boy leans back and his arms around the sides of me retract away. He takes half a step back, he face is caught up with an awkward look of bewilderment.

"I don't know what happened there, Y/n, I really don't." He said, apologizing for the moment. I still can't describe it, it was so...different. "Irene, I'm really sor—"

"It's fine." I interrupt, trying to brush it off. I try to remember why I'm here in the first place, as I look back up at the house, it suddenly clicks again—as if it was pushed in the back of my mind. "Let's just go get my brother."

I have a feeling that I can't explain after that, and I think Gene was feeling it too.

The moment where your body can't move for itself and you can't control nor understand the event that was happening. You try and try to move, but you can't. It's not enough, it's like your brain is saying something in gibberish and you try to understand, but you can't.

That feeling is something I can't describe in words unless to somebody else unless it's happening, because now, it's too late. Gene even said it himself, he couldn't comprehend what was happening there. He didn't know what that was.

I don't know what that was either.

♪ Starts to fall in love with me