Years That Shift

Pushed the Past.

"You look fine" I told him but he still struggled to keep that single strand of hair in place. Seeing his face at a light link tone I grabbed it with both hands. Pulling it towards me I left a soft kiss on his lips.

I pressed my kitten claws against his plain white shirt.He reached his hands around to my back and scooted me closed to to him. Then gently brushing my lips agaisnt mine, tempting him until he pushed them togeather. "We should probably go babe." "We still set for tonight?" "Yeah, I think so."  He walked out of the bathroom as I jumped from the counter to the cold off white tile.

I gathered my black heels and purse before following the two out of the door. Quickly stepping on the cement stairs I got to the passenger seat of the car. Even though he  was worried about his hair he chooses to ride in a convertible.  But I guess driving a Camero increase his self esteem, and hes seems pretty worried.

We got to a large brick building, and as the car pulled to a stop the sound of Whitechapel became more noticeable. I straighter my slid black lacey dress before stepping out and letting Tate out. I closed the door and held his hand, then grabbing Alex's hand as he neared him.

It was absolutely freezing inside, I prefer it being warmer. But noones else seemed phased my the climate change. We followed the signs to a room with various toys scattered about. He ran from my grip towards the other kids, we went to the sign in table. "Hello, whats child are we here for today?" "Thomas Koehler." "Ah, Alex and Vidilia?" She handed him stick on name tags. "We'll begin in around ten minutes,  feel free to socialize or help yourself to any treats."

"Was this highschool for you too?" He asked as we stood away from the crowd of talkative parents. "Pretty much." Some woman with aqua blue hair and full sleeve walked in her daughter with blonde hair fishtailed back stood beside her. "Oh my gosh this woman will be our saviour."

She looked around after patting the badge down and sheepish walked towards us. "Arnt you that one guy from a band?" She asked patting the child's head. "I might be" "the one that had those that faggety goth band messing with them a few years ago."

"Oh yeah, our friends" he laughed trying not to make it awkward.

"Oh god im sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." "Its fine you didn't know" "So what as your name?" "Katie,  you?"  " Vidilia,  and thats Alex" " nice to-" she was cut off by a heavier woman seeking into the microphone. "Babe you cold?" " a tad bit." I handed me his leather jacket.

I slid it on as we walked through the halls. "Oh my fuck a vending machines!" I said alot louder than I should have. "Sorry, pregnant wife" Alex appologised.