KRISTINE'S P.O.V~
"What are you doing here? And damn it what the hell are you even wearing?" I can't help but burst into laughter.
"Hey! Hey! You were not supposed to be here in the first place. Just-"
"Mark? A pink tutu? Like seriously?" I cut him off, not being able to believe what I just witnessed.
"And here I thought you were different." An oddly familiar voice is heard from behind the piano.
"Sam?" I ask.
The screeching sound of the tool makes it clear that he just got up from it.
"I thought you will have a different view, a different- forget it! Only a few can accept changes. What is so wrong about a guy wearing a pink tutu? Come on tell me!" Sam yells at me as he walks towards us.
"Why are you so angry? I was just messing with Ma-"
"Exactly, that's all you can do." I am cut off by Sam.
And with that he just storms out of the room.
"Mark, what's going on? Why was he so freaked out?" I ask him as I turn to face him.
"He kissed you and you didn't return it. Yeah that's what he yelled on phone." He says.
"God! This f**king amnesia thing will be the death of mine one day." I groan.
"What is that supposed to mean?" While frowning, he asks.
"I-I did... I did kiss him but I guess he forgot. Anyways what were you doing here? Isn't this a restricted room?"
"Yes it is! But for others, not for me and Sam. It's where we express our emotions." He replies.
"Ok! But I still don't get it, why you are dressed up like this, today?" I ask.
"Long story! Actually he call-"
"Forget it, I don't have time. See ya later!" I joke while leaving.
"Then why the heck did you ask about it, you stupid girl?" He yells, clearly taking offence to my disinterest.
I turn and give him my cheekiest grin and then run away.
~*~*~*~
"Now what?" Sam asks.
"Hmm... so now that you know Kristine did kiss you, I think you need to prepare yourself for a slap." And that is Mark, scaring the hell out of my little Sam.
"S-slap?" Sam just proves my point.
Mark simply shrugs as he takes another sip of his evening coffee.
What am I doing? Well I am spying on the Swift brothers in other words I am simply looking through the peephole while eavesdropping. What can I do when it's one of my favourite hobbies.
"So in other words you mean I need to apologize right?" Sam asks after taking a deep breath.
"No I didn't mean that. Of course you are apologising but what I meant was that you might get slapped even after apologising." Mark says in a 'matter of fact' tone.
"You are not helping." With that Sam turns towards me, I mean the door. And as if on inpulse I stand up and rush to my room.
Once I enter my room another wave of panic sways me as I see Sam coming up to my room.
I don't even know why I am panicking yet I lock myself up in the bathroom.
I hear a knock which follows by Sam asking if he could come in. I answer in positive before calming myself and walking out.
"You needed something?" I ask as calmly as possible.
"Uh! No, I mean I wanted to say..." He pauses to take a deep breath
"I am sorry" he mumbles but I hear it.
"It's Ok, yet it's not. So there are punishments boy. Are you ready for that?" I ask while slowly regaining my true self.
"W-what punishments?" He asks.
I smirk but seeing him so scared, the half smile turns to become a wide grin.
~*~*~*~
"I am not doing this." Sam says while continuously shaking his head.
"Ofcourse you are. You don't have a choice here." I chirp fully excited.
He sigh and hesitantly picks up his glass.
"Are you serious? Isn't ditching my specs and un-gelling enough?" He asks.
"I'm dead serious buddy. Go ahead!" I say while trying my best not to laugh.
With the same hesitation, he gulps down the shot at one go.
Yes, that's his punishment and my first bold step to change him.
"It tastes horrible!" He says while glaring at me.
"I know. And now come let's groove along." I say as I gulp down my own drink.
We walk to the dance floor. Every one is busy dancing or more like jumping around. It is indeed Sam's first time in a bar. He stands along the crazy party animals with his hands folded, still glaring at me.
"We didn't pay for just standing like that. Come on just dance along. Just enjoy it buddy!" I scream on top of my lungs because of the loud music. Sam just continues to do what he wass doing, glaring at me.
"Such a waste! Move out of my way." A big fat a** says as he shoves Sam aside.
"Yeah sure, you will definitely be needing a huge space for yourself- "
"You f**king chick just shut the...Hell sh*t! Do I know you?" He cuts me off.
I shrug and keep on dancing along the song while stepping on his foot in the process. He deserves it.
"Kris? Is that you? Damn it girl where have you been all long?" Joke, I mean Jk, an acquaintance of mine says as he crushes me,in his huge arms.
"Are you done Joke? My air circulation will stop at this rate!" I exclaim.
"You didn't change except for the fact that you look more girly now. And yeah, don't call me Joke." He retorts.
"Why? Isn't your gang name Jk? And don't we use that as a short form of joke?" I ask.
"Yeah whatever!" He rolls his eyes and goes away.
"Did I ever tell you that you look damn hot when you act like a badgirl?" Sam says which makes me shiver because of his breath on my neck.
He shifts my hair to the other side of my neck and sniffs my neck. I am literally frozen on my spot.
"Damn you even smell so good." He says as he snakes his hands around my waist only to pull me closer.
"S-Sam? Beer has just kicked into your system I guess." I say as I try to undo his hands from my waist only to make his grip tighter.
"Nah not today! You told me to enjoy and that's what I will do." He says.
I don't know anymore if I did the right thing by bringing him here.
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