Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I10I - Spill it

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I quickly tug on my striped shirt and tossed Brian's sweater to the side onto his bed where I put his pants. I feel bad even wearing his clothes, which can also be considered romantic. The kiss runs through my head, the feeling and tenderness of Brian kissing my forehead won't leave my thoughts. When I get home, I need to forget about all of this. Freddie's going to freak the hell out.

I pay attention to the faded voice again and hear Chrissie speaking again.

"So you think it's okay to just drag anyone here? To sleep in my bed?"

"Love, as I said, he's a close friend of mine and he was drunk last night so I brought him here."

"You didn't even ask me... what happened to trust?"

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Brian sighs deeply, "I can very much make the argument that you were literally out all night and morning probably doing shit behind my back again."

"How would I know if you didn't?! I haven't found out about this 'Roger' guy until now."

"W-we'll talk about this later, alright? I need to take him back."

There is more of an argument but my guilt and shame block it out, feeling bad for Chrissie.
What I've done is completely my fault, the poor girl could die finding out I kissed her damned boyfriend. Fucking twice. Fucking twice.

I peer over to a window blocked by a black curtain over close between Pinny's cage and the records. A thought comes to my head, and I feel relief that I won't have to associate with Brian as I leave. That way I can take my time to spend time with Cory again, and then this whole thing will blow over. And Brian will also have his time with Chrissie. We were just vulnerable and tired. I still must be tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open.

I check that I have my phone and car keys inside my pockets and once that's a check, I silence out the mumble of chatter from the hallway and I slowly make my way over toward the window. I'm slouching slightly as if I'm a spy, and my eyes pace to make sure no one was to pop in from everywhere. I reach the window and turn to Pinny's cage. I scan the inside to not see him inside, so he must be in his little cave.
"Goodbye, baby." I whisper and soon slide the curtain to the side on the rack to stare out at the apartment parking lot.

I might as well find my way back to the bar somehow, this place looks nice and clean enough to be complex by the school. I've lived around here for a while.

I slowly lift my fingers to touch the latch of the window-

I hear the bedroom door squeak open and I immediately spin around suddenly with wide eyes to see Brian peeping in and going inside cautiously slow. He raises a suspicious eyebrow, "Whatchya doing?"

I come up with the first thing that comes to mind, following my stammers of drabbles.
"Outside! The outside... looks... amazing."

He laughs a little and walks up to me, I focus my eyes on Pinny's cage to have a reason not to have eye-contact with Brian. He may even be smart enough to know I was trying to sneak out like a fucking spy. So much for that, now I'm going to have to act like nothing happened as he's going to take me back to my car. He stops in front of me and in the corner of my glance, he folds his arms over his chest. "It is, isn't it?" He clears his throat, "You okay?"

He must've forgotten the medicine, but I don't blame him.

I bite my lip nervously and my voice scratches as I stare up at him, he's close again and my brain won't even pay attention to the silver lining of him bring far enough, but now it feels like everything is too close for comfort. It feels like he just might make out with me at any moment. Can't do that, that's cheating.