Always

Chapter 58

I looked up at him through my lashes. "Stop looking at me like that, or they aren't going to get the chance to meet you." He growled, leaning towards me. Before our lips met, the front door was snatched open, the white light illuminating a handsome guy, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He screwed his eyes up at us, like he was trying to see against the glare of the porch light. "Colby?" Colby linked his fingers through mine, before turning to the guy. "Dylan, what's up brother? Been a while." They bro hugged, with Colby still hanging onto my fingers. "Who do you have there?" Dylan asked, winking at me. I love Colby, but this guy wasn't anything to sneer at. He was hot. Moss green eyes lit up his handsome face, as he brushed his coal black hair away from his forehead. He had a lanky build, reminding me of Sam in that way, except his plain black t-shirt was molded to his frame, showing off his muscles. Is every guy from Kansas hot? This is ridiculous. Colby brought my hand up to his chest and narrowed his eyes at his friend. "This is y/n, my fiance. Mine." His voice came out gravely on the last word, threatening. Did he really just say mine? Like one of those damn birds on Finding Nemo? Dylan held up his hands and stepped back to let us in. "Nice job, bro," was all he said, but I felt his eyes trailing over my body, and damned if my face didn't heat up. The house was probably pretty homey before the partying took over. You could tell that many, many parties were thrown in this house. The once cream colored carpet was now brown in most places, with stains from various alcohol and God knows what else. The drapes over the windows were fighting against the clouds of nicotine, to keep their last remnants of white. The furniture, covered now with multiple bodies, was worn and ragged but looked comfortable enough. There were people leaning over the coffee table, snorting lines of coke with a $20 bill, while passing a blunt around the small area as well. This didn't really phase me too much, considering the things you see in an LA club, or just on the backstreets of Hollywood. There were a few people standing around the kitchen, passing bottles of liquor around to fill their red solo cups. There wasn't enough people here to fill the house, but enough to make it feel a little crowded. I thought I was just going to meet a few people. There had to be at least 20 to 30 people here and that was just in these 2 rooms. "Where's the group?" Colby asked, looking around at the random people in the house, like he was searching for someone. "Basement." Dylan replied, before motioning us to follow him. Colby moved his hand to my waist and kept a tight grip on my hip, his fingers digging in like he was scared I would disappear. We followed Dylan down a set of stairs, hearing people talking over some random rap music that I didn't recognize. "You know we keep the real party down here man." He looked back at Colby, giving him a knowing smile. Colby smiled back at him, keeping an air of unease about him. "Who's here Dylan?" The guy's smile faltered a little and he stopped 4 stairs from the bottom. "Everyone." He said, pulling the little silver lip ring on his bottom lip in between his teeth. Colby closed his eyes for a second and pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes. "Johnny?" He asked, on his released breath. "Yeah...He wasn't here when I told you that though. He just showed up about 30 minutes ago man. I didn't know he was coming." Colby brought his hand away from him face and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "It's fine. I was hoping I wouldn't see him till his party but whatever." He shrugged, like he didn't care that his old friend that betrayed him was here but I could see....something in his eyes. Wariness, maybe? "Let's go meet everyone." He said, sending me a reassuring smile. I smiled back and put my arm around his waist, to comfort him as well as myself. He stuck his hand in the back pocket of my jeans, and we followed Dylan the rest of the way down the stairs. The first thing I noticed when we reached the bottom was Tessa, sitting in some guys lap, sucking on his neck. Really? Jesus, she didn't waste time. Asking Colby to screw her last night and now grinding on this guy's junk in front of everyone. "Hey guys, look who came back home for another visit!" Dylan shouted out over the noise. There were 5 people down here, not including Dylan, Colby, and I. Tessa and 4 guys. Everyone turned to look at us, and the room was filled with everyone reciting Colby's name, and throwing out greetings in different words. Colby went around the room, grasping hands with the three guys on the couch, bringing his hand out of my pocket, only to link his fingers with mine, while he greeted them. The basement was big, consisting of a matching faded brown couch, and loveseat, with an old style orangish chair, with flowers on it. The chair was occupied by Tessa and the guy she was sitting on, which now that her mouth was out of the way, I could see he had a neck tattoo, trailing down into the neck of his white t-shirt. Couldn't tell what it was though, some kind of tribal thing, I think. I felt eyes on me and my eyes snapped to his face, catching me staring at him. I blushed and looked away quickly. I didn't want him thinking that I was staring at him because I like him. Colby pulled me towards the loveseat, ignoring Tessa and the guy.