Surviving You

Chapter 6

His hands rested on my hips and I stood on my tippy toes to try and get more of him. I kissed him back softly and his hands tightened on my hips. I bit down on his bottom lip softly before continuing to kiss him. He groaned softly and I jerked back, shocked.

His eyes were wide and I felt I looked the same way.

" Why did you kiss me?!"

" No you kissed me!" he exclaimed.

I stared at him in disbelief.

" I-I- no I didn't!"

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his shoes before mumbling something and going to the fridge.

" It didn't mean anything anyways. Just drop it."

I took in a sharp breath and wrapped my arms around myself. Why did that hurt so much? Before I could feel sorry for myself I decided to let my anger get the best of me instead.

" Nobody would want to kiss you anyway! Especially me. You suck at kissing!" I grabbedy bag of marshmallows and stormed up the stairs.

" Whatever!" he yelled out.

I grunted loudly and slammed my door shut before collapsing onto my bed, staring at my ceiling.

Did I really kiss him? Or did he kiss me? And why did I kiss him back?

I groaned and threw a pillow across the room.

" Fucking asshole," I murmered, my voice wavering.

I wanted to call Bri but it was late. I didn't want to wake her up for something as stupid as this.

Fuck.

I stared at the ceiling and suddenly wished my mom was home. She would know all the right things to say. 

I sniffled and buried my face in a pillow to muffle my half scream half sob.

I cried myself to sleep, partially hating myself for letting him get to me so easily.

***

" Move," I mumbled.

Austin grunted but stepped aside enough for me to reach for my bag of marshmallows.

" You're going to turn into a big marshmallow if you keep eating them."

" And you're going to turn into a bugger asshole the more you talk."

" Is that possible?"

I rolled my eyes.

" I'm not even sure. I'd rather not find out though. I'm going out."

I went out, grabbing my car keys before I left. Even though I was still in my pajamas at four in the evening, a pair of pants with Homer from The Simpsons on them and a black tank top, I couldn't stand the thought of being in the same building as Austin.

I drove around town, eating my marshmallows during the process. My radio was blaring Sam Smith. Most people would be shocked to know I listen to him. Most people expect me to listen to rock or heavy metal.

I pulled up to the grocery store and got out. I went in and straight to the same aisle I always go in. I grabbed four bags of marshmallows, the kind that were the colors of the rainbow, and two boxes on Rice Krispies. My eyes closed as I tried to think if we had the rest of the ingredients needed. I think we did so I paid for the items and left.

Driving to the only café we have in town I smiled softly to myself. It was Bri and I's favrotie spot to go to. When I walked in every one greeted me and I didn't even have to order, them knowing that I order the same thing every time.