I storm out of the restroom, head to the bedroom, and slam my door shut.
•••
Liam's P.O.V
I feel like Iris shouting for me earlier, but I was too lost in thought to tell. If she was calling for me, I best not make her wait. I make my way to the glass door and once I'm in the house, I call for Cookie. She runs to me, stands on two legs, places her paws together, and moves them up and down repeatedly.
I laugh, pet her head, and pour her food into her pastel, purple bowl near the glass door.
All of a sudden, I hear a door slam from upstairs. I place the cup down next to Cookie's bowl and walk up the stairs. I see Nash standing in the doorway of the restroom, hands on top of his head.
"Nash? What happened?" I say. Nash catches my eyes and quickly kicks something behind him.
"Hi! Liam! Yes! Nothing happened! It's all cherry here!" Nash's terrible at hiding things.
"What did you do Nash?" I ask, placing a hand against the door frame. He lets out a long sigh then finally, he tells me what happened
"Okay, so I dropped some things on the floor and some glass container fell out. Iris came in and got pissed about it. She cleaned it up then went to her room and slammed the door," he say, fiddling with his fingers, sweat building up on his forehead.
Nash's P.O.V
Please believe my lie Liam, please. I fiddle with my fingers and smile awkwardly at Liam. He looks down at the floor and points at my feet.
"What did you kick behind you?"
"Oh, that," I start, picking up the medicine bottle, quickly placing it back into to cabinet. "Just another thing I dropped from the cabinet. Didn't want you to see it because you might've scolded me like Iris did." I nervously chuckle and wipe the sweat on my forehead off.
Liam opens his mouth once again to speak. I'm saved from more questions and coming up with lies when a honk is heard from outside.
"That's probably Samuel!" I exclaim. "You go get the door aaaand I'll go let Iris know!" I quickly dash out of the restroom and to Iris' room, leaving Liam a tad confused.
•••
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Iris heated as I closed the door behind me. She was laying on her black, king-sized bed, earphones plugged in her ears. She's now wearing a black long sleeved shirt, which covers up her cuts. She pulls one of her buds out and waits for my explanation.
"Liam was asking me questions about what happened in the restroom so I made up a lie, saying that I broke glass and you were upset about it. He was going to ask MORE questions but someone outside was honking. I guess it was Sam."
Iris sits up and sighs. "Well at least you kept what happened a secret. Hope you can continue to do that because, like I said, I'll slit your throat if you don't."
"Note taken." I scan Iris' room for a moments. "Uh, nice place you got here. You sure love the color black." Near the door is a black vanity and a black desk. Her dresser, curtain, and bedsides tables are black as well, yet her walls are painted maroon.
"Yeah. Even my lights are black." I look at her, puzzled because the light given off in her room is the common white light.
"Oh, sorry. Turn of the light switch that's on and flip the one next to it," she says, pointing towards the two switches near the door. I walk over to the light switches and flip off the one that's on. The room is filled with darkness, the only light given off is coming behind the curtain. I turn on the other light switch and the room is illuminated with a black light.
"This light gives me comfort." Iris says. "It opens the room to where all my thoughts and emotions linger." She stares at the light above the ceiling. I walk to the bed slowly and sit near her.
"Your attitude changed, but your imagination obviously didn't." She chuckles a bit and unplugs her earphones, setting them on her nightstand. The music from her phone echoes through the room.
It's a pop song that plays, which kind if takes me by surprise. "I was expecting a rock song," I say honestly.
"Majority of my songs are rock but I always have different genres present cause I know people get uncomfortable with my rock, emo side."
"I'm tired of staying up all night, with you on my mind. Still I'm laying here. Yeah, I'm laying in the shirt you used to like." As the music plays, Iris sings along with it.
"You know, I miss hanging out with you sister," I say. Iris stops singing and a look of regret spreads across her face.
"I'm not your sister Nash. Not anymore." Iris and I became close friends when her and Liam were together. She was an older sister to me. After the break up, we drifted apart and haven't talked since.
"I think you still are," I smile. Iris shakes her head.
"I doubt. The old Iris wouldn't have, but I do. If you really thought of me as a sister, you would've been there to comfort me. You weren't though. Not for my break up, and not for my parents death."
A doleful look spreads on Iris' face and I immediately feel guilty. "Your parents died?" Iris quickly looks at me, realizing what she just revealed. She doesn't say anything about it. Instead, she stands up and makes her way towards the door.
"Anyway, Let's go outside. Like you said, it was probably Samuel honking."
•••
Samuel's P.O.V
"NO!" I shout at Stacey as I drive to the houses of Liam and Nash. Stacey's invited both Nash and Liam to the beach on Saturday. I think Iris would be fine with Nash going, but Liam? No. I'm not fine with it either.
"Why not?" Stacey asks. "I think it would be a great way for everyone to catch up!" Stacey knows Iris doesn't want to be around Liam but she still thinks that they should still talk to each other. She thinks that after a break up, the two broken up should still get along.
"Well.. They might be busy Saturday! You guys are busy Saturday, right Nash? Liam?"
"I think we're both free," Nash says.
"Actually, I'm-" Liam doesn't get to finish because Nash nudges him in the stomach.
"Yeah, we're both free!"
I stare at Stacey who's seated in the passenger's seat. Knowing Iris, she won't cancel on Saturday. Once she agrees to a plan, she won't back down. Stacey gives off a wide smile and I mouth out to her,"Iris will kill us BOTH." Stacey shrugs and I sigh.
"Well then, this is great."
(Last Edited: September 01, 2018)
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Withered {Major Editing}
Teen FictionIris Price knows herself as a very complicated person. At nineteen years of age, she attempted to commit suicide. We look back at the days, weeks, and months before that night, searching for the reasons Iris wanted to end her life.
