Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 9: Drunken Impertinence

Running a hand through the black locks atop his head, Mew ruffles his hair slightly, styling it right after to give himself a middle parting of sorts as he watches his own actions in the bathroom mirror.

Sunday night had finally arrived and Mew was ready to go out and have a fun night with his friends and enjoy himself without having to worry or think about anything.

Satisfied with his hair, Mew makes his way out of the bathroom, seating himself on the edge of his bed as he stretches over to grab his phone from the nightstand and check the time, finding it was almost seven.

Hearing his stomach growl slightly, he decides to eat something before heading out, not wanting to go out on an empty stomach and get cramps halfway through the night.

Deciding to just eat what was left of his lunch, Mew takes a seat at the room's small table in front of the window, the grey curtain pushed aside to let the natural light in, the window being big enough to let enough light in to illuminate Mew's side of the room, the curtain on the other side remaining closed.

Honestly Mew couldn't wait to meet up with his friends, but not only because he wanted to get out and socialise, but because he couldn't stop thinking about what'd happened the other day with Zee.

The boy wouldn't leave his mind and he knew it was the guilt that was doing it to him, a form of mental torture, and that's exactly what it felt like, torture.

He can't help but feel guilty for his rejection towards the other, it was just eating him up inside and he just wanted it to go away. He'd deleted his number and was going to try his hardest to avoid any encounters between the two of them to insure no awkward situations or things of the sort.

He just didn't know why he was feeling so effected this time, as it wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and sure he'd felt bad after those, but never like this. He just wanted it to go away and let him be how he was before, and he's hoping tonight will help with that.

Finishing up with his food, Mew places the plastic take-away box in the sink to clean tomorrow before throwing it away, something his mother was very adamant about while he was growing up.

Going back to grab his stuff off the table Mew makes sure to make sure he's got all he'll need and departs from the room and outside to his car, practically taking the steps two at a time with the buzz he's already feeling.

Putting the location of the club that Tong gave him into the GPS, he connects his phone to the speakers, choosing a playlist that best suits his mood and turns it up until it's to his liking, and once it is, he's off.

I never wonna be a distraction,
you say as
you're unashamed and naked,
I feel okay all over
void of all composure.

And I know this may sound narcissist
I like the lips you kiss with,
but I want wear your lipstick
cuz it means I got to kiss them.

You say, you like the sound of cigarettes after sex and I say
'yeah yeah yeah!'
One, two hits her lips
and bad behaviour~
I'm in danger~
(Yeah yeah yeah)

Three, four a.m.
The feeling's getting stranger,
I'm in danger.
Bad behaviour.

And I don't have time for your feelings,
and you told me,
you're insecure but don't be,
stay soft, but don't be gentle,
it's altogether mental.

Let's go to a place where we can forget,
we haven't felt the room yet,
you eloquently stated,
leaving's overrated.