Meteora - Remastered

6.

I woke up and chose violence.
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"It wasn't bad."

"It was bad."

"A guy throwing up on you was bad. Not the concert tho."

"Okay wise ass. Stop talking and help me clean my favorite shirt."

Hope wasn't looking so good. Not so bad either. Even with the vomit covering half of her shirt.

"Maybe we can borrow someones shirt?" I suggested. Of course I wanted to give her mine. But I didn't want to...y'know. Seem like a guy who wants to fuck her asap.

"Another shirt from people who sweat like a fucking pig and alcohol?" Hope gave me threatening smirk. Can someone give another person a threatening smirk? That girl can do that. "No, thank you. Just." She looked at my shirt. "Do you have something else to wear?"

"Maybe we can... ask Jesse a favor?"

"Sure. Just call him, I'm going to burn this shirt to hell." She just stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was a mess from the concert, also sweaty, her eyeliner was messy. God damn.

So I tired to call Jesse. A few times, actually. Maybe he was just too drunk. Maybe he was getting laid or something.

"He isn't answering?" Hope asked, I nodded sadly. "Maybe he's getting laid or something."

Telepathic gay to gay communication.

"I guess. Hey listen," I took my shirt off. "Just wear this. People will think I'm just too drunk and got hot. Hey. Stop smelling it, it's not that sweaty-"

"It smells good."

If I was a computer, my circuits would burn. And my head would fucking blow up.

"You look cute when you blush." She was already dressed in my shirt, her own vomit-covered-abomination-shirt were nowhere to be found. "You know what."

"What?"

"You look like someone I know. But I can't- I can't remember their name."

"You know what. I hear that a lot."

"Bet."

I shrugged.

"C'mon, let's get the fuck outta here."

Getting outta there, was hard, but successful even though the amount of people looking at us.

We found ourselves at the beach, eventually.

"Y'know," Hope said, while leaning on his arm, looking at the moonlit sea."You're kinda cool."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Kinda? Wow. Thanks dude."

She hit my head softly. "You're kinda cool. Y'know who is actually cool?"

I shook my head.

"Jesse, man. Coolest fucking man I've ever seen. "

"So true bestie."

She turned to me.

Her blue eyes were shining from the moonlight, and her hair, god, looked like a frozen fire.

"You're kinda cool, too." I said, trying to keep my shit under control.

She smiled.