IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END
Violet nuzzled her nose in his neck one last time before she agreed it was time to go in. She walked behind him as he led her through the crowd for what felt like the hundredth time today, but this time, most were beginning to wear out and had settled with making out in the middle of the room while swaying into each other.
Michael laughed at them, the way a father would if he saw his son’s baby picture with him smothered in spaghetti. It was his first time witnessing all this without someone fighting for his attention (or maybe just his lower half), and he realized he enjoyed it.
Violet still trailed behind Michael as he led her up the carpeted stairs, one she was confused about how it managed to stay clean. He finally stopped at a light wooden door, pushing the door handle down and revealing a basic stereotype of the typical frat boy room come to life right in front of her very own eyes.
She was very convinced it was Michael’s room before he pulled another door handle and revealed a heavily postered room with black unmade bed by the wall.
“Is this yours?” She asked, still very mesmerized by the large collection of posters.
“Yep.” He answered simply.
“It’s just not what I would have expected.”
He looked at her with one eyebrow raised and a smile on his face. “What would you have expected?”
“That room honestly.” She answered with her thumb pointing to the room behind.
“Ahh. Calum probably should have cleaned up with his girlfriend coming over.”
“Probably.”
“Oh well.” He sighed dramatically.
“Oh well.” She smiled back.
Michael sat on his bed and stared at her. Feeling how weird it was to not know what to do. Normally when a female had been brought into his room, their tops were off before the third (in some case first) step. Now that Violet had definitely taken more than three and she was still very much fully clothed, he wasn’t quite sure that tonight was going to end up the way he planned it to.
The awkward moment hadn’t missed violet as she stood there. Not knowing if she should sit on his bed because she knew it was the first step to what she couldn’t offer or to look around but then again she didn’t want to invade his space; or whether to sit down on the carpet but you know, she wasn’t a toddler.
She rubbed the legs of her jeans uncomfortably, “Do you by any chance have some music up here? The residue from downstairs is just… well residue.”
He smiled at her and reached towards his phone, pulling it out of his pocket and connecting it to a speaker as Cold night by You Me at Six burned through the device.
“God I love this song.” Violet breathed out, feeling the awkward moment slip through her fingers and she lied on her back on Michael’s bed.
“Me too.”
“It’s like. Soft and rock but not like intrusive. You know?” she stared back at him, “I’m sorry, I’m making no sense, I’m so sorry.”
Michael laughed as she put her hands over her face in embarrassment, mumbling barely audible curses. “I know what you mean Viol, calm down.”
She laughed with him at sat beside him on his bed, finally putting all thoughts aside.
As the song reached towards it end she turned to him, “Is it on repeat?”
“Maybe.”
“So it is?” He confirmed doubtfully
“Yes it is.”
She threw herself on her back, “Good.”
She mouthed softly to the words and found his hair in her hands. She grabbed a handful of it and pulled it back, destroying the messy look a tad but Michael didn’t seem to care. Her hand made its way down his face and trough the corner of his mouth, close enough to travel along his lips.
She closed her eyes as she slipped further down unto his chest and ran down, placing her hand on top of his. Michael slipped his hand through. Finding hope in the night, He leaned over her head and kissed her with his nose rubbing against her chin causing her to giggle.
“Shh.” He whispered as he brought himself next to her and deepened the kiss, playing with the hem of her shirt. Violet regained all consciousness as her stomach got jittery and pulled away. “I-We can’t.”
“Violet I-“
“I should go.” She stood up, storming through the opposite door that happened to be open and jogging through. She slipped unto the floor, looking back and realizing her leg had found its way into projected bile
“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.”Violet muttered, pulling her leg carefully out of the disgustingly chunky substance. Can this get any worse?
Violet searched for a bathroom quickly, eager to wash her leg off and hopefully get away before Michael decides to come out. She felt awfully bad about how she lead him on throughout the night, giving him false hope when his wishes could easily be fulfilled by anyone downstairs.
She opened the only door beside an outer switch and crossed her fingers to not walk in on someone because she could only take so much in two minutes. She pushed the door open and sighed loudly, sitting on the side of the bathtub and starting the water.
She said her jeans off quickly and brought the water towards her leg, hoping to wash her disgust and embarrassment along with the liquid.
“Violet?” She heard a voice call from the door as it pushed open softly.
Shit.
Thought I’d leave at a cliff hanger because I love you.
OKAY.
BASICALLY, THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT STORY AND ITS SUPPOSED TO END IN 3 CHAPTERS BUT I REEAAAALLY LIKE MIOLET SO IM THINKING OF MAKING IT INTO A PROPER STORY (gaah). CAN YOU PLEASE COMMENT, GHOST READERS TOO PLEASE BC ILY ON YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHETHER I SHOULD LEAVE IT LIKE THIS OR MAKE IT LONGER BECAUSE I DPONT MIND EITHER WAY AND ITS UP TO YOU.
-erica
