Breaking and Entering (Reece Bibby)

Chapter 20

"What just happened?" Leah said from behind me. I was still staring at the elevator in disbelief, unable to process the events that had happened too quickly.

"Ava, it's okay. There's no way Reece will find him. And even if he did find him, it's Reece and George, they're best friends." Blake tried to comfort me with his words, but I didn't believe him.

I walked back towards our apartment, thinking through every possible thing I could do right now. Leah and Blake followed me, whispering back and forth to each other. I didn't know what to do. It was futile to bother chasing after either of them. They both knew the city way better than I did. I knew neither of them would answer their phones either, leaving me without any way to communicate with them.

"What are you gonna do?" Leah asked as we reached the door to our apartment.

"Nothing," I replied, opening the door and walking inside. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass before filling it up with water from the sink. "There's nothing I can do."

"Do you want me to go look for them?" Blake offered. "I could guess better where they both might have gone off to."

I shook my head, taking another sip of my water. "Why don't you two go spend some quality time together. Get away from all of this drama."

"But you're upset." Leah frowned. "I don't want to leave you all alone when you're upset."

"I'll be fine." I placed the cup in the sink. "You two stay here and watch a movie or something. I'm gonna wait in the boys' apartment. I'm interested to see who will come home first."

"But Ava—" Blake started but I held my hand up to stop him.

"No buts."

They both sighed and watched as I walked out of the apartment and across the hall. I shut the door of the boys' apartment behind me before wandering about. I walked towards the bedrooms, poking my head into each one. It was easy to tell whose was whose. Aside from the fact their instruments were propped up in each of their respective rooms, there were things that I knew belonged to each boy. Blake's camera was already sitting on his desk, his portfolio laying beside it. George's room was clearly his with his golf clubs in one corner and a football lying right next to it. Finally, as I walked into Reece's room, I knew it was his without even needing to acknowledge Cherry, Reece's bass, leaning on a stand on one side of the room. He had Beatles posters already hanging up, and on his desk was a framed picture of his whole family.

I walked around to the side of his bed and sat down, the soft bed dipping down below me. I looked at his bedside table to find another framed picture, this one of the two of us. I picked it up and looked at it closer. It was a picture captured by Blake from a trip we had all taken to Blackpool about a month ago. Reece and I were sitting next to each other while watching the sunset. Well, I was watching the sunset. He was looking at me.

Without really knowing why, I started crying. My emotions took over and everything came rushing out of me in the form of tears. I put the picture down, afraid I would accidentally drop it while crying. I picked up one of Reece's pillows, pulling it close to me. Unfortunately, it didn't smell like him, making me more upset. I stayed there anyway, not wanting to move. I hoped nothing worse had happened between Reece and George, but without any way of knowing, there wasn't much I could do. I laid down and closed my eyes, hoping falling asleep might make me feel better.

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I woke up to the sound of shouts coming from the living room. It seemed as if this was becoming a common theme for me lately. I rolled out of Reece's bed and walked out of his room. I made my way around the corner to find Reece and George glaring at each other, both having seemed to come back to the apartment on their own.

"You 'on't deserve 'errr," George slurred, his body shaking as he spoke.

"Fuckk offf," Reece spit back, holding onto the back of the couch for support.

They were both clearly drunk, way more than I'd ever seen from either of them before. Both of them had also yet to notice I was present, leaving them to continue to yell things at each other without second thoughts.

"All 'ouu do is upsett 'er," George continued.

"Yer the onee who madee 'er cry," Reece shot back.

"Yer lyingg."

"Afterr you kissed 'er."

George didn't say anything, just stared at Reece stunned. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he realized once again what he had done.

Suddenly, Reece seemed to remember why he was so upset before. "You kissed 'er." He stepped towards George, his voice rising. "You kissed the girl I love. How could you?" Reece's anger slowly started to change to betrayal. I was scared, not because I thought Reece was going to hurt George, but because I was afraid George was going to hurt himself. The second the words left Reece's mouth I saw something break inside of George, and it terrified me. I shifted accidentally, causing noise within the silence of the room. Reece didn't seem to hear it, but George did. He looked up for a split second, before looking back down at the ground.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I questioned whether he was apologizing to Reece, or me, or both. I didn't dare ask.

Before I could say anything, George walked past Reece, and then right past me, before finally going into his room and slamming the door. I watched him go before turning back around and looking at Reece to find him staring at me, his eyes wide.

"Ava..."

I felt my lips form a tight line, hoping to keep all of my emotions inside. I didn't know how to feel about the whole situation, but I wasn't going to let Reece think I was feeling one way or another.

He stepped forward towards me before he started tumbling forward. For an instant, I almost let him fall, but I shook the thought away with a slight ping of guilt before quickly stepping forward to catch him.

He reeked of alcohol, which surprised me at first even though I could tell how drunk he was. I helped him to his room, his weight almost completely being supported by me. He kept mumbling things into my neck but I couldn't understand what he was saying, making me assume it was just nonsense. We finally made it into his room and I helped him lay down in his bed, take off his shoes, and change into comfier clothes. It felt weird being the one to help him while he was drunk, but it made me appreciate him a thousand times more than before.

I tried to get him to stand up to brush his teeth, but he was already half-asleep and I only had so much upper body strength. I decided instead to bring his toothbrush to him, holding a cup for him to spit in and a towel to wipe his face afterward. Thankfully, he was able to function enough to hold the brush and clean his teeth.

When I returned from the bathroom after dumping his spit, he was already passed out, his hair falling this way and that. He hated his hair messed up like that, but I loved it. I walked over to the side of his bed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. I touched a few pieces of his soft hair before finally leaving his room, shutting the light off and closing the door as I left. I considered going back to Leah and I's apartment but decided I didn't want to accidentally disturb her and Blake. Instead, I grabbed an extra blanket and a pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch. At first, my mind raced with thoughts about what to feel about the whole situation, but eventually, I grew tired and drifted off to sleep. 

Author's Note

I have made another return lol. Sorry if the whole drunken conversation with Reece and George is hard to read or doesn't make sense. I didn't really know how to write two drunk people having a conversation so I tried my best xx