Palaye Royale/Waterparks Imagines

I'm Sorry, Love | e.b.

     I huff as I slam the cabinet shut after putting the bandaids and anti-bacterial ointment away, shove past Emerson and walk out of the bathroom, into the hallway of the bus. I sit on the couch by Remington's bunk, curling into myself and sitting on my phone. Sebastian walks on the bus as Emerson's coming down the hall, "Hey, please don't be mad at me." Em says, rubbing my leg. I pull my leg closer to myself and tune into Sebastian raving about going out tonight with Daniel. 

      "Who's ready to party?!" Remington says, walking onto the bus, "Hey, I'll go out with you guys tonight."  I tell Rem, still ignoring Emerson. "Hell fucking yeah, let's go." Rem says. I look at Emerson before standing and heading for the door. Emerson grabs my arm and forces me to look at him, "Will you please just tell me what your problem is?" He asks, frustration evident in his voice, I roll my eyes and yank my arm away from him, "Don't fucking worry about it."  I leave the bus, letting the door slam behind me.

      "Another shot of Buttery Nipples for this girl right here!" I hear Remington yell out beside me. I touch his shoulder, "Rem, I really don't think I should have anymore drinks." I slur, "No, no, no. Isssss fine." He looks at me as the shot is slid into my view. I take the glass and throw my head back, the liquid sliding down my throat. The burning sensation went away three shots ago and my vision has since then been blurry.

      Holding onto Sebastian's jacket, I follow the guys on the way out of the bar. I feel a hand smack my ass and turn around, half expecting Emerson to be standing there but there's some guy I've never seen before. "Excuse me miss, it's just round, I couldn't help myself." The guy smirks. I blink a few time, letting go of Seb's jacket and focus on the tall man in front of me. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm taken and I would appreciate it if you didn't hit on my, verbally and physically." I try my best to compose myself and be as stern as possible. "Come on honey, he obviously doesn't care if he let you leave the house like that." The random man says, putting a hand on my arm and trying to pull me closer. I pull away and accidentally hit Daniel slightly, "Do we have a problem here?" Dan says, his voice low and scary "Is this long-haired faggot your boyfriend?" The guy asks, eyeing Daniel up and down. Dan Lunges at the younger man but I put a hand on his chest, "I got it, Dan. Thank you," I say promptly before turning back to the guy and putting all my weight behind a punch to his nose.

     "Hey! What the fuck bitch?!" The guy cries, holding his face, "I told you politely to leave me alone and you didn't listen, then you insulted my friend and I will never stand for that." I said, shaking from adrenaline. "Come on," Rem grabs my arm and drags my away as a crowd begins to form, "let's get you back to the bus." He says, bringing me out into the windy night.

   Opening the bus door, I walk on and go straight for the fridge for some water. "What the fuck did you guys do to my girlfriend?" Emerson walks over to me, picking up my hand and examining my bruised and busted knuckles. "She punched some dick in the face for hitting on her and insulting Daniel." Sebastian says, laughing loudly. "You got into a fight?" Emerson looks at me, I shrug, "You do that shit all the time." I tell him, rolling my eyes. "Now I have to clean you up, let's go." He sighs, pulling my hand and opening the bathroom door. "I clean you up all the fucking time, Emerson, so I don't want to hear your shit." I shake my head and giggle as he picks me up and sets my on the edge of the sink. "Yeah, but you're the responsible one. You don't ever fight." He defended, "This is a two way street. I can do whatever the fuck you do, Emerson. There's nothing wrong with defending yourself, but you do it all the goddamn time. ALL THE FUCKING TIME." I tell him, poking his chest and getting louder and louder.

   "Is that why you're mad at me?" He questions as he finishes wrapping my hand up. "Fuck yeah, that's why I'm mad." I make an exaggerated head motion. "Because I fight all the time?" He asks, kissing my knuckles, "Yes and you're always hurting yourself and I have to clean everything up and it's exhausting after a while." I sigh, falling against him as my tiredness finally hits me all at once. "I'm sorry, love. I'll be more cautious about it." He kisses my head as he lifts me off the sink and carries me to our bunk. "Good," I yawn, " my hand really hurts. How do you guys always hit each other?" I ask sleepily as I move over so Emerson can climb in as well. "I don't know baby, we just do." He chuckles as he wraps his arm around me and pulls my into his side.