Now Or Never

Chapter Twenty - Three

<3: Dedicated to __Autumn__ because she's really pretty. (And yes, I did stalk her profile)

Chapter Twenty - Three:

One thing I really enjoy is awkwardness. Not because it's fun or anything, but because I don't feel awkward anymore. 

Like, I'll be sitting in a room full of people being and feeling super awkward, and I'll just be there all Fuck The World! and manage to not feel uncomfortable at all. 

Which is why, eight days before Christmas, once again, I had on my Fuck The World! attitude on. Because we were having an awkward dinner on a quiet Wednesday night. 

All you could hear were the stiff sounds of people chewing, and the occasional clink! from utensils.

"The food is just lovely, Tamara." I said, finally breaking the silence. It wasn't irritating for me, but after seeing Kevin stab himself with a fork for the twentieth time, I just had to help out the poor guy. 

"Oh, thank you! I hardly ever get time to cook, so when I do, I put in 110% of my effort!" she replied, smiling brightly, but fakely.

"Christmas is in eight days." Alexis stated, out of the blue.

"Me and Veronica are going to the mall tomorrow. She's helping me pick out presents and stuff." he said, startling me. We had agreed to no such thing. 

I shot him a confused look, raising my eyebrows. "Oh, really?" Tasia asked, to which he nodded confirmingly, "And did Veronica actually agree to this?" she said, practically spitting out the question. She definitely sounded rude, and a LOT like a bitch.

She glared at Kevin, and I had a hunch that the question was something bigger than just a simple plan about the mall. She whipped her head around, and impatiently waited for me to answer. 

Oh, yeah. She asked me a question... 

I glanced once again at Kevin, and he looked at me pleadingly. "Oh, yeah. I actually volunteered. I hope that's okay?" I said, directing the last part of the sentence to Tamara and Tatum, who happened to be silent throughout the whole ordeal.

It was only about three minutes long, but the intensity if the moments made it seem like a lot longer.

"That's completely alright." Tatum finally answered, watching Tamara scold Tasia with her eyes. 

"Good," Kevin snapped, glaring at Tatum, "because I wasn't asking for your permission."

And for the first time in my life, I understood how it felt to be stuck in an awkward situation. With everyone glaring at each other, Tamara looking down sadly, and Alexis coughing on purpose, I just wanted to run out of the room.

I uncomfortably took a ginormous bite of my spaghetti, not knowing what to do with my hands.

"Fu-huck yourse-helf." Alexis coughed out, directing the insult to Kevin. 

"Alexis!" Tamara yelled, looking outraged. At the same time Kevin abruptly stood up, his chair screeching as he pushed it behind, and stalked out of the room. A few seconds later, the banging of the front door was heard. 

 The silence that ensued was deafening. Finally, Tamara sighed and closed her eyes. Alexis continued eating. Tasia covered her face with her hands. And Tatum looked dissapointingly at Kevin's empty seat. 

"Uh...I think I'm should go after him." I quietly said at last, getting up and walking out. I had no idea when I decided that, but as I said it I knew it was right.

When I spotted a dark figure walking way ahead of me, I knew I had to catch up.

"Kevin! Wait up!" I shouted, breaking in to a sprint.

And I knew, at that very moment, that Kevin would do nothing but trouble me. Because even though he was kinder than Oprah, he had too much baggage for him to handle. And if I tried to help out, it would drag me down alone. 

But at the same time, I also knew that I needed to help him out. Not too much, but just enough to keep him going. Because at times like these, I had to alleviate other people's suffering. 

I guess you could say I was like Papa Roach... my weakness is, that I care too much... 

A/N: Hey GUYS! EARLY UPDATE! YAY! I was feeling inspired! Whaddya guys think, huh? Did my description do the moment justice??? Tell me, tell me! Vote and especially comment on this one. I want to know if my attempts at making the scene intense worked. Because my sister says it doesn't...

Anyhoo, I love you for reading this chapter, and I love you even MORE if you're reading this author's note! I just love you all! Even le ghosts...

- Mia :*

P.S: Props to you if you've heard the song Scars by Papa Roach. If you haven't, you should. It's my all-time favorite!!!