Who's to Blame (gawsten // Awsten Knight x Geoff Wigington (WRITTEN AS A JOKE))

part one (only part): it's because of her

I wake up on my bed, some time around 4 a.m. It's been very hard to sleep lately. The guilt of what I had done was too much, and to top it all off, the heartbreak that followed felt worse. It's one thing waking up late and not wanting to get out of bed, but it's another to wake up completely on autopilot, only paying attention the empty feeling that felt like a volcano eruption. The thing is, I don't know why I felt guilty. I did nothing wrong.

I hear a banging on my door, and I assume it's the landlord, but as I quietly peak around the corner to the living room, I spot a glimpse of red and blue lights through the window. I leave all the lights off in the house and stay still, hoping to give them the impression no one is home. After a few minutes, they left and drove away. I sigh in relief, as I make my way to the kitchen.

"You really shouldn't have stayed here." Geoff says, sitting composed at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone.

"It's 4 in the morning. What are you doing up?" I ask, then grab a seat across him.

"I should be the one asking you that question." He says, then puts his phone down. "It's my house after all."

I stay silent. The air felt heavy with an unsettling tension that felt tangible enough to suffocate me. The heavy pressure and guilt I woke up with began screaming for my attention, but the entire house remained dead quiet.

"I didn't mean to do that to her." I finally say, but the words felt forced out. "I just... feel so guilty about it now..." I'm starting to feel emotional. What happened wasn't my fault. It really wasn't. It just looked that way.

"Hey, it's fine." Geoff says, and leans over towards me, wiping the tears I didn't know I was shedding. I'm sure he was dying to comfort me, so I might as well let him.

"You probably think I'm insane." I tell him, but he shakes his head.

"If I thought that, why would I have let you stay in my house tonight?" He smirks. The room is very dark, but I can tell that his blue eyes must have been sparkling. That tends to happen when he smiles.

"So..." I begin. "So, will you help me bury the body?"

"Of course." Geoff says.

It's nearly 5:30 a.m. by the time we get far enough in the forest near the backyard of our friend, Travis. The body bag was heavy enough, but the extra weight of an actual person wasn't something I remembered to think about. I don't want to frame Travis either, but his location is the most convenient when it comes to hiding a body. I promise to move the body later before the police finds it.

Geoff begins to break up the dirt near a large tree. He says that it'll be faster to push the body underneath the tree, between the roots so that it'll be harder to find her, and I agreed.

"So, why near Travis' house?" Geoff asks, while digging. His sweat began to glisten in the slow rising sun, and it felt refreshing to me in the cool May air. "Awsten?"

"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I say quickly.

"Yeah, you were. I'm almost positive you heard what I just said. What, were you not listening?" Geoff questions. That's not good. I don't want him questioning me.

"Why? Are you accusing me of something?" I snap at him, a little too rudely.

"What? No! I just asked a question, relax." Geoff says, then sighs. "Whatever, I finished digging. Whose body are we burying anyway?"

"Victoria Justice," I say, blankly.

"What? How? What happened? How did you even meet her?"

I groan. Too many questions. It's getting annoying. "That's not important." I really don't want Geoff to be an inconvenience. I'm already trying to frame Travis for what I did.