AUDREY POV: My eyes open slowly as I feel warmth upon half of my body. My eyes sting, as if I've been crying. I rub them harshly, to see there's an arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly turn, making sure not to awake whomever lay beside me.
It's him... Why is he here? I try to replay last night in my head. I remember going to sleep in my own bed alone... When did Tim come in? I look around the room to realize I'm in his room.
Did I sleep with him? No... There's no way....
I slowly slip out of bed, making sure to not make a sound. I shut the bathroom door gently, then allow myself to breathe. I look in the mirror to see makeup smudged down my cheeks. I try to wash it off. I pat my face dry, realizing a red patch on my neck. What happened?
A hickey.... He gave me a hickey...
Okay, so we slept together. So what? We can still be friends, right? Things don't have to become complicated or anything. I sneak out of the bathroom, and then across the room to the hallway. I then enter the guest bathroom, and apply makeup. I tame my wild locks, and brush my teeth. I smack my cheeks a few times to wake up, then take a deep breath and stare in the mirror.
Is this how it'd be if we never split? If not, then how would it be? Would I be happy?
I look at my now straightened hair, as well as my makeup covered face. I don't feel like that same girl. I don't feel like the Audrey he knew. I always blamed this feeling on growth, but it seems that I've been merely stepping backwards for the last seven years. I want to be happy.
So is happy with Tim? Will I be happy with Tim?
I'm jumping the gun. He probably doesn't even like me anymore. And last night..... well... sex is sex. It doesn't mean anything more.
After what seems like a century, I finally leave the mirror and walk back out into the hallway. I slowly creep by Tim's door to see if he's awake. As expected, he's still out.
I go over to the guest room and grab my bag. I need to shut this off. It's not right. I can't see him get hurt again.
I tiptoe out of the house and out to the car after packing my things. I throw my things in the back of my truck, and walk around to the drivers side of the car.
I jump as I see Tim leaning against the driver side door. I grab my chest and begin to calm myself down.
"You scared me!" I say, panting. He nods, avoid eye contact.
"Where are you goin', Audrey?" He asks, getting right to the point. My chest begins to feel tight. I need to be a woman and say what's going on.
"I don't know..." I say, honestly unsure where my next place will be.
"But you're going?" He asks. Now he looks right at me, with almost pity. I look down at my shoes.
"Yeah." I confess. He laughs, and puts his hands out. He looks up to the heavens and begins to pace.
"I knew it... I knew it was too good to be true." He says, showing that he feels played.
"I can't watch you get hurt again, Tim. I have to go." I say, hoping to get a bit of understanding. This infuriates him.
"Let me worry about that. Audrey, you can't hurt me, unless you take off again." He says. I look around at the land around us, thinking of my next stage. Tears begin to fill my eyes.
"I can't..." I utter, shutting my eyes. Tim doesn't give up.
"Bullshit. You can stay. Give me the keys." He demands. I shake my head and hold the keys close to my side.
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My Old Friend
FanfictionOne night... That was all it took to turn their world upside down. Tim and Audrey are left to choose what to do after a night demolishes all they thought they knew. The only flaw is, they both want to take different paths -- one leading to a long...