Fashionably Late. {Pierce The Veil}

Chapter Twenty-Five:Old Ghosts/New Regrets.

As Tony and I walk inside my apartment he stops and looks around. His eyes dart to the empty alcohol bottles on the floor before he shakes his head and walks by them to the couch. He sits down and crosses his arms, his face showing no sign of amusement.

"Sorry, I forgot to clean." I shrug and sit down beside him.

"Yeah, clearly." He retorts back.

"Uh, alright? Well if you don't like it then clean it yourself." I say jokingly, pushing his shoulder playfully to show him I'm messing around.

He looks up at me and his eyes lock onto mine. He smiles and my breath gets taken away as his dimples appear on his beautiful face. I watch as he licks his lips before his perfect white teeth show. I let my eyes outline every perfect part of his face and as I do I hear him laugh.

"What?" I ask, my eyes locking with his again.

"You were staring at me for awhile there. Like what you see?" His cockiness makes me roll my eyes but I laugh.

"Definitely. You know I love you, right?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, and you know that I love you more?" He leans in and pecks my lips softly.

I smile and shake my head, "Not possible. I love you way more."

"Yeah, okay." He pushes me back and gets on top of me.

I laugh loudly as I let him pin my hands down to my sides. He leans down and kisses my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, my chin, and finally my lips. I kiss back roughly, he doesn't mind though because he responds by biting my lower lip gently. I gasp and he takes the oppurtunity to stick his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I let out a moan as he grinds his hips into me, his member hard and excited.

"Hey- woah. Okay, I wish I could unsee that."

Tony pulls away from me quickly and we both look at the door to see Mark standing there with his eyes closed. I giggle and push Tony off of me so I can sit up and fix my shirt. Tony just awkwardly sits beside me and stares at me than my brother. He knows things haven't been patched up between me and my brother.

"Sorry, I should of- uh well I should of called I guess." Mark shrugs and walks away and into the kitchen.

I get up follow him, my mind racing with questions. He looks back at me and frowns before opening the fridge and taking out a beer. He opens it and takes a sip, he eyes me as he does and it makes me shuffle my feet a bit.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" I ask.

"I didn't even know about you or your where abouts. How did you expect me to tell you?" He raises an eyebrow and stares at me intently.

"You randomly showed up here months ago but yet you failed to tell me about her." I snap.

"I didn't know my relationships were any of your business." He says calmly.

I glare at him and clear my throat, "I didn't know you were such an asshole. Are you sure we're related?"

His smirk drops and his eyes widen in shock. He slams his beer down causing some to splash out, I watch as it lands on the counter and bubbles a little. My eyes meet his again, they look exactly like mine but also look very different from my parents. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs loudly.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, okay? I just didn't want to load too much onto you all at the same time." He drops his hand back to his side and says, "I just didn't want to cause my little sister any trouble. I love you." He smiles sadly and walks away from me, leaving his beer on the counter and leaving me speechless.

"You okay?" Tony asks as he comes up behind me.

I turn to face him quickly and I frown. "Yeah, of course. Sorry you had to hear that."

"It's fine. Are you sure you're okay though, Alexis?"

"Yeah, never better." I fake a smile and push past him as I walk into the living room.

"Please don't lie to me." He says in frustration.

I stop and turn to face Tony, his face is full of concern and it annoys me to no end. I sigh loudly and I shake my head in annoyance. Why can't people just leave me alone?

"Why do you care?" I blurt out.

"Why do I care? I care because I love and care for you. Can't you see that? Why can't you just be honest with me and tell me what's wrong, rather than holding it all inside." His voice raises a little and he starts to get closer.

I step back a little and I lose it, I literally lose it. "You want to know what's wrong Tony? I'll tell you if you really want to fucking know! I hate when you worry about me, I hate when you give me pity because I get put down by others. I hate how when I say I'm fine, you have to push me over the goddamn edge just to find out what's wrong with me. I also hate the fact that I love you but then at the same time I love it because nobody has ever loved me as much as you do."

The last sentence comes out in a whisper so quiet that I wasn't even sure if he heard it. He stands there though, his eyes locked on mine and his lips slowly turning into a small smile. He closes the space between us and cups my face as he leans in and crashes his lips onto mine. Once he pulls away I give him a questioning look.

"That's all I wanted Alexis. I just wanted you to start telling me what bothers you, I wanted you to be honest with me." He rubs my cheek with his thumb and I smile.

"So you're not mad at me?" I ask.

"Not at all, babe." He pecks my lips once more before walking away from me and going to the front door.

I watch as he slips on his black vans and then grabs his sweater and puts it on. "Where are you going?"

"Back to Vic's, you need to sort this out on your own."

"Sort what out?" I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles.

"The problem between you and your brother, Alexis. I'll come and pick you up after." He opens the door and steps out into the hallway.

"But-"

"Nope, no but's." He blows a kiss in my direction and closes the door.

Well then, I guess I have no choice but to sit here and wait for Mark to come back. Even if it's hours, minutes, or hopefully seconds.

***

I wake up as I hear the door open and then close. My eyes open slowly and meet Mark's. He stares at me and goes to walk away but I clear my throat and shake my head.

"We need to talk." I sit up and stretch and he sighs as he comes over and sits on the couch.

"Why?" He mumbles.

"Because. I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I'm just hurt that you would keep that from me. I know we didn't know each other till recently but I thought we'd tell each other everything." I shrug and hold back my tears as they well up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry I waited to tell you. I knew it would be too overwhelming but I thought that maybe you would be able to handle it. I was wrong and I'm so sorry." He leans over and pulls me into his chest.

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. I let a few tears fall but I quickly stop them, I can't let him see me like this. I swallow the lump in my throat and I smile as I gently punch Mark's shoulder. I push myself out of his hold and I look at him, I mean really look at him. He looked like me, he looked like our dad in a way. This man that looks like me is my brother, the only family I have.

{CONTEST TIME!: THE FIRST ONE WHO NAMES THE SONG AND THE BAND WILL GET A DEDICATION, FOLLOW, PLUS A SIDE NOTE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!}

LYRICS: Its a fight, are you with me? Taking back our lives from the thieves that robbed our minds. Its a fight, taking back whats rightfully mine.