Abella, How It Started

Abel

Gigi sent me the information, telling me the dress code. For once, I can dress like a normal 28-year-old. For once. I slip on my leather jacket and a pair of J's. I then proceed to brush my hair back. I look fine. I look unscarred. But I am far from that. I hop into the limo outside and watch as my world slowly fades away. No drugs today Abel, don't do it to yourself. But who says no alcohol was allowed? I snort at the thought. Gigi greets me outside with Bella at her side. I remember what happened last night. Why did she want me so badly? What does she see in my lost soul? 

      "Abel, you good?" Bella asks. I nod while looking for the whiskey. Before I can get any, she takes a bottle of vodka, and drinks it without stopping. I can only stare. It took her only 10 seconds flat to get that down. 

      "Guess someone's been having fun since their 21st birthday?" I grin. She smirks. 

      "Shots?" 

      "Gladly Bell," I reply. So, a couple of hours in, and we are both tipsy and unable to walk. She starts laughing out of nowhere. I love that laugh. She looks so adorable while laughing, her eyes glimmer into a lighter blue and instead of looking like fog, they seem a normal blue, like the ocean. Except her eyes have little rings of fire around the pupil. Absolutely gorgeous. My heart flutters for her only. 

      "'Let's be selfish,'" she says, quoting me. I laugh.

      "Ok I was high at that time, don't even." 

      "No, it's just that I would've agreed to it." I stare at her.

      "You are drunk, no Bella."

      "I don't care Abel, what is there to regret?" I think for a second, but before I can reply, she grabs me by the collar of my XO jacket, forcing me to get closer, and kisses me. I miss her, I still love her. I guess it took a heartbreak to realize that. She shoves me against a wall, her kiss being more of a reminder, than a passion: I am here.