Life After Death <コ:彡 Team Crafted Fan Fiction <コ:彡 3rd Book of Trilogy <コ:彡

Chpt 22 - When Everything Was Perfect (Aza's POV)

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling as the memories of yesterday come back to haunt me. What the Hell is wrong with me? I keep having these weird bitchy mood swings.

Maybe Adam’s right. Maybe I’m under a lot of pressure. He’s obviously not blaming me for it.

But Mitch is right too. What I said to Adam was totally out of order.

Oh God. Loving two guys most certainly does not work out. The mixed feelings you get when you’re around them is simply unbearable.

And using Jason as an escape is not a good idea either.

Namely, because of what happened yesterday, which was the exact thing I’d been trying to avoid.

God I hope Mitch didn’t see me.

And how did you and Jason come upon a moment in time where you found yourselves with your lips joined as one? I hear you ask.

Well… that’s going to take some explaining to do. Time for another flashback, fellow life stalker.

 “Aza…” Jason whispers.

I wipe a few small tears from my eyes, “What?”

“If Mitch didn’t exist, where would you be? Relationship wise.” He asks.

I rest my head on his upper arm, “A-Adam… I guess.”

“And if he didn’t exist?” Jason asks.

I don’t reply straight away, thinking of what to say and how to put it.

“Aza?”

“I… I’m not sure how to answer that question.” I finally say.

“Is it because you don’t know?” he questions.

“No.” I answer, “I know the answer. Just not sure how to tell you.”

“Then don’t.” Jason replies, “I don’t mind.”

“No. I think you should know.” I respond, “Ever heard the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’?”

He looks at me weirdly as I lift my head off his arm, “Yeah…” he answers slowly.

“And… I think… that in this particular situation that saying might be scarily accurate.”

Jason doesn’t say anything in return, starting to understand what I was saying.

I edge a little closer, scared that he might object, hold back, push me away or something. But he didn’t.

I decide to just go for it, kissing this guy on the lips for just a second. I come away, watching as Jason starts to smile, “You’d be with me.”

I was confused for a moment, as I’d almost forgotten the whole reason why I’d kissed him in the first place. I smile, “Yeah.” I look away and wipe my eyes again as they were starting to blur… but now I would have rather kept my vision blurred, for what I saw next panicked me a bit.

“Oh my God!” I stand up, seeing Mitch and Jerome standing just 15 metres away.

“What?” Jason asks.

I nod my head towards Mitch and Jerome, “Over there.”

Jason looks towards the same place I was looking and spots them just beginning to walk away, “Oh snap.” He turns his head towards me, “Do you think they saw us?”

I shake my head, “I don’t know. But maybe we should go back to the house.”

“No.” Jason protests, “Wait a second.”

I ignore him and start walking away.

He stands and quickly takes my hand, “Who cares if they saw us? It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. And I care. I can’t afford to have any more mistrust between me and Mitch, no matter what you just said. Kindness is in my nature, and I can’t bear it when Mitch doesn’t want to talk to me.”

 

And guess what? You got it. Mitch isn’t talking to me! Again!

I turn my head to the side to glance at him. He’s just lying there with his eyes closed, breathing slowly and deeply. Okay, maybe he’s not talking to me because he’s asleep? That makes sense.

“Hey.” I whisper, shuffling closer.

He doesn’t respond. I frown.

“Hey.” I whisper again, “Mitch.”

Still no reply.

I whisper a little louder, “Mitch!”

He turns over, continuing to ignore me.

I huff, sitting up, “B*st**d.” I place my feet on the floor and stand up, grabbing a dressing gown as I walk towards the door.

“What did you just call me?” I hear Mitch ask drowsily.

I pause with my hand pushing down the door handle only half way, “Nothing… honey. You can go back to sleep if you want.” I say kindly.

“Huh. Whatever.” He dumps his head back on the pillow.

I smile, looking back at Mitch as he slept. He’s so adorable when he’s tired. I push down the door handle the full way and exit the room, praying to God that I don’t bump into anyone while I got something to eat.

I’m in a dressing gown for goodness sake.

I could get dressed, but to me, food takes top priority, especially when you’re having a pretty sh***y week like mine.

For the first time in what seemed like ages, I find myself thinking of my home as I eat my humble bowl of cereal. I think of Britain, the only place I’d ever known until I met Team Crafted.

I miss the white snow in winter, the magic of Christmas in December, the feeling of placing your wellies in the soft, freshly fallen snow, the relief of warming your numb fingers and toes in front of the fire, watching as the trees miraculously come back to life as the weather slowly warms, the gentle pit-pat of the April showers on your face, the joys of buying an ice cream in midsummer, going to the beach and breathing the fresh sea air, returning back home with your wind-swept hair, listening to the rumbles of the summer storms, glancing up at the trees as their beautiful autumn colours take your breath away.

I miss the people’s firm and sombre customs, their pure stupidity and their ways in which they ‘express their opinion’. The fact that no one gives a damn about the European Union, their endless complaints about the current Prime Minister, the eternal quarrels of everyday life.

I miss fumbling through change for that all-important 1 pound coin. Going out to pubs on special occasions to enjoy a nice roast, partying with your friends ‘til it was time to go home. And finally, sitting in front of the T.V., watching some British humour until the sun went down. That was when life made sense; that was when everything was perfect.