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Our lips touched briefly, as we simultaneously glanced at each others lips and back to our eyes before repeating the movement, and to be overly clichéd it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I could almost feel the sparks flying when our lips touched. Don't get me wrong, I've kissed guys before, but only drunkenly and I've never spoken to them again. See, I've never really been one for relationships however generic that sounds. But the idea of picking out the one person you'll be spending the rest of your life with absolutely terrifies me. It's not that all the relationships in my family haven't lasted; it's quite the opposite really. The fact that all of my female family members have married and stuck with their husbands is what I believe causes my anxiety. But this kiss, I could see us being permanent, both of us lasting. Usually even the idea one finding someone to even consider for such a thing terrifies me. Having the potential to place all my love and trust into someone, and it being up to them to return the favour or drop it at a moments notice. But this left me completely calm, well for the moment anyway.
I snapped out of my internal monologue as Aiden moved closer into me, one hand moving to the back of my neck, the other moving to my waist, deepening the kiss. My hands managed to wrap themselves around his neck of their own accord, as his tongue begged for permission to enter my mouth. Just as we'd managed to fall back on the arm of the sofa, Aiden being on top of me with both hands now grasping at my waist, someone started banging at the door. Our lips parted suddenly, reddened from their brief work out. Our eyes met, and for a brief moment I swear that I could see he felt the same. I could almost tell he was thinking the same as I was only mere seconds ago. But with a blink it was gone, as he removed his hands from my waist and sat up avoiding eye contact. I followed suit, fixing my clothes and hoping my lipstick wasn't all over my face. Just as I stood up to go to the mirror to check, the banging at the door started again, heavier this time. I froze, panicking yet again. What was it with my stress levels heightening when Aiden's around? I turned to look at him; he glanced back holding the eye contact this time. I searched for some kind of answer to this situation, panic clear on my face as the yelling started from the person at the door. He looked stern, as if a plan was already set in his mind, with glimmers of protectiveness that I've rarely seen.
"I know you're in there!" They shouted; it was a voice I was unable to recognise. "Open the door!"
I looked back over at Aiden from the direction of the front door. He stood, walking over to me and taking a firm hold of my hand. Confusion replacing some of the panic which was plastered on my face, he'd managed to remain calm from what I could decipher from the look on his face. Not thinking to tell me his plan, he led me out into the hall and towards the front door, where the door continued to be battered. He reached out with his free hand, placing the chain on the door and unlocking the door. I tugged at the arm I was now grasping onto with both hands; he merely looked back at me and nodded. I took it as an attempt to comfort me into thinking this was a good idea, needless to say it didn't work. He opened the door and stepped forward to place his head in the gap the chain allowed for. I stepped forward also, standing behind him unable to see who was trying to barge into my house.
"Who the fuck are you?" The voice questioned annoyance and rage clear in their tone. I knew they were male, you just knew from the shouting, and from the creepy phone calls I was getting tonight it was obvious this had something to do with Stevie.
"I think I'm the one that should be asking you that. What do you want?" Aiden replied, trying to remain calm but the annoyance in his tone was building.
"I'm not fucking talking to you, where's Robyn?" They barked back, annoyance ever increasing.
"What the hell makes you think I'm going to let you talk to her when you've just tried to knock her front door down?" Aiden barked back, the calm act going out the window.
"Just fucking let me in!" They shouted, jumping at the door, the chain just about able to stay in tact. I grasped onto Aiden as tight as I could manage, he squeezed back in reassurance not taking his eyes off of the gorilla violently bouncing off of the front door.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Calm down! What do you want to talk to her for? Give me a reason and I'll consider it" Aiden said through his teeth, an attempt to retain his anger. I could picture the look on his face, teeth grinding, eyebrows knitting in frustration, sternness and annoyance clear on his face.
"I know she's behind you, it hard to ignore the tugging on your arm there, Doll Face," he said, I could picture the arrogantly smug look on his face, "Just tell her it's her other half." I nearly gagged from the thought he'd just put into my head. Shaking the thought out, I stood on my toes and peaked over Aiden's shoulder. Wouldn't you know it was going to be Stevie himself, looking rather sober for a change? "Oh, lookie here! There's the slut herself." His smirk ever growing; with utter disgust clear on his face as he spat out the last word. I stood back down and let go of Aiden, he looked back at me with worry in his eyes. My face was set with anger; I had enough of this cretin. I pushed in front of Aiden and stuck my face in front of the gap at the door, as he placed his hands around my waist. I took this as a sign of protectiveness, but with this being a face off with Stevie, it's more like claiming me as his property.
"What the fuck do you want, Stevie? And more importantly, how the fuck do you know where I live?" I snapped. He lent up against the door, facing us with his arms folded and looking as smug and full of himself as ever.
"Well it's clear you haven't been talking to your dearest house mate lately then Big Mac, I thought she would've explained everything to you by now. Address and slut stories included. Then again, you were probably otherwise engaged with Doll Face back there." He smirked, staying lent against the door.
"What the hell are you blithering on about? I haven't been slutting about with anyone! And the only reason she would've gave you my address is if she was as wasted as you were last night. Now get the fuck away from my house." I ranted, before taking a step back to slam the door in his face.
"Not so fast there, sweet cheeks" Stevie said, as he shoved his foot between the door and its frame preventing me from closing it. "We still have things to talk about." He sneered, before he gave the door another shove, managing to break the chain that was preventing him from entering. He pushed me aside, causing me to fall against the wall. Aiden, who had somehow managed to lose his grip on me, grabbed hold of Stevie's shoulder in an attempt to stop him. Stevie simply shrugged him off and sauntered on into the living room. Aiden turned to make sure I was okay, kissing my forehead to comfort me before taking hold of my hand and leading me in the direction Stevie went.
I followed him into the living room, and felt the anger build in me as Stevie came into sight. He was lazing on the sofa, sat in the middle of it with his dirty shoes on my once clean coffee table. He seriously needs to get out of my house.
"What do you want, Stevie?" I said with irritation clear in my voice. He merely looking in my direction and shrugged. "Well then, seeing as you're holding quite an exciting conversation there, why don't I ask you a question?" I smirked with my confidence building somewhat. I led Aiden over to the single seated sofa, signalling for him to sit down, before sitting on the arm beside him. Our hands still entwined. Stevie remained silent, staring at the television which was still on with the volume turned down low. "Seeing as Jenni isn't here, why don't you fill us in?" I said, trying to keep the anger out of my tone. His reply? He turned his head and smirked back, his arrogant face lessening my will power to stay calm.
"Oi, she's talking to you asshole!" Aiden snapped, Stevie's face obviously annoying him as well. He cleared his throat in response, taking his feet of off the table and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Any chance of a cuppa first? All this drama has made me a rather parched." He said with a straight face, before turning into an arrogant grin. I stared at him, with a straight face, not rewarding him with a response. "I'll take that as a no then," He said before sitting back and putting his feet onto the coffee table again. "I'll start with the slut stories you're headlining in then shall I? The question is which on the open with?" He said, with mock consideration.
"Just get out with it will you? We have better things to do than listen to you blether on all night, you know." Aiden replied, annoyance showing yet again. I tightened my grip on his hand, earning a glance and a brief smile from him.
"I very much doubt you'll want to get cosy with this tramp once you hear this, Doll Face, so I'll just get it over with," He smirked. "In case you haven't heard, my dearest friend Kenny who you met last night is Jenni's cousin and is also her Mollie's ex. They were practically engaged after the first 3 months. The break up, as her friends know it is due to him acting like a spoilt child. The truth on the other hand, is a different story."
"Hang on there a minute, sunshine." I interrupted, "If you're about to blame Mollie for their relationship not working, I'm gunna make sure you never see the light of day" I said, sternly making sure he wasn't going to start stirring things up.
"Oh, no of course not, it's not either of their faults; it's a certain someone's meddling that caused it." He smirked.
"Yea, yours! You wouldn't leave them alone! How hard is it to understand that breaking into Kenny's house while he's taking Mollie out on a date isn't normal behaviour?" I shouted, with Aiden starting to rub circles on the back of my hand with his thumb to subtly calm me down. Stevie laughed in response.
"Oh dear, you really are dimmer than you look aren't you? I never really wanted to admit it, but you really should take note from the saying 'seen and not heard'." He snarled, leaning forward again.
"You can't talk to her like that! Who the hell do you think you are barging into her house and coming out with stuff like that?" Aiden shouted.
"Pipe down, Doll Face; I haven't got to the good part yet." He smirked, settling back down. "And trust me, you're gunna want to hear this before you jump into bed with thon slut."
"You shut your face! You have no idea what you're talking about!" I snapped at him.
"Oh, I think I do because I'm pretty sure sleeping with your best friends boyfriend does actually make you a slut." He said, dropping the smirk and picking up a deadly menacing glimmer in his eyes.
"There has to be something seriously wrong with you? Are you really so jealous 'cause I haven't looked twice at you that you have to go about making rumours up to ruin things with someone that's actually treating me like an actual person and not a piece of meat?" I yelled, standing from the arm of the sofa with Aiden dropping his grip on my hand. Stevie shrugged, looking very smug with himself.
"I haven't finished yet; do you not want to hear why Gavin and Kirsty split up? Oh wait, I guess not seeing as you're the reason that ended" he said, the smirk reappearing. "Now that I have most of my stories out, I think you and Doll Face here need to have a wee talk. So I shall be seeing you later to finish our wee discussion." He stood and winked at me before making an exit.
"I cannot fucking believe him! He needs shot or something!" I ranted, turning to face Aiden who as still seated on the single sofa. He was sat with a look on his face that I hadn't met yet; it could only be defined as disappointment and regret. "What's wrong?" I said, my anger fading and confusion taking over. "You don't believe him, do you?" I questioned, but he didn't need to reply. The look he was giving me more than made up for it. "Seriously? He's just an arrogant prick who can't stand it when he doesn't get what he wants, or when someone says no!" I ranted, my emotions getting the better of me. Aiden looked up at me and sighed.
"Look, I understand that he's jealous and who knows if that's really true. But what he said, about you sleeping with those guys behind their girlfriends backs? Even your own friend? I can't just drop that and carry on. I know what its like to be cheated on and used, Robyn, and I don't want anything to do with someone who can do things like that and continue with things as if nothings happened. I'm sorry." Aiden said, before he stood and began to make his way across the room.
"Aiden! You don't get it!" I said with apprehension clear in my voice. I followed him, pushing in front and blocking his way to the hall by standing at the door of the living room. "Listen to me, please! I haven't… I mean I've never…" I started, I was never comfortable talking about this kind of thing.
"I don't have time for you're rambling, Robyn. Spit it out already." He snapped, clearly aggravated, and within seconds he turned back to the irritated fella that I bumped into last night; before I needed help to get rid of Stevie.
"You know what? Believe it or not, I've never actually slept with anyone! Yea, I'm a virgin. And I don't plan on that changing any time soon! And even if that wasn't the case, I would never even think about cheating, or making anyone else cheat with me, never mind my best friend! So, if you choose to believe that cretin over me then you're clearly not the person I thought you were. Just get out!" I shouted, moving out of his way.
"Oh I'm sure that's the truth, I know girls like you. Don't lie to people, Robyn; it really doesn't make you look pretty," he sneered as he made his way out the front door.
"Oh, and you're paying for what you broke on my door, asshole!" I yelled down the street after him. He simply lifted one hand out of his pocket and giving me the finger, before lighting up a cigarette and walking round the corner and out of sight. I have never been so angry in all my life. To release some of my frustration a kicked the doorframe and let out a yell. It didn't help as much as I thought it would, and as I turned to rest my forehead against the doorframe to gather my thoughts I noticed movement from next door. I looked to find a rather shocked looking Jacky with his keys in the door and a handful of grocery bags. I smiled, hoping he hadn't caught my public display of annoyance. It was a wasted effort.
"Everything ok?" he asked, the look of worry and concern I'd been getting used to appearing on his face.
"Yes, fine thanks. That was just a slight disagreement over some rumours." I smiled, not wanting to go into any specific details.
"Awful things rumours, should just ignore them I reckon. It'll all work out in the long run of it's meant to though, trust me. Now what were you shouting about you're door?" He replied, seeming more concerned about my locks being broken than any thing else.
"Oh nothing really, the chain's broken just. It's easy fixed; I just need that cretin to fork out the money for it seeing as it's his fault." I smiled.
"No need to go along that road, Love. I'll pick a new one up at work and sort it out for you. I'll pop round tomorrow evening with it, but now I need to get the shopping away before the misses thinks I've been slacking" he said before unlocking his door and disappearing through it. I thanked him and returned inside before deciding on making yet another cup of tea.
At least with my neighbour fixing my door it's one less hassle for me to deal with, now I just have to figure out what the hell Jenni's been gossiping about. I mean, I know she hasn't been the best friend lately, but starting all this about me? That's a tad overdramatic even for this lunatic. So with answers needing to be found, I lifted my phone and called her number. Needless to say that it rang out before the o2 lady rhymed off her answer phone message. I hung up and rang again, getting the same results, except this time I left her a message. Keeping it short and sweet, I simply said, "What the fuck have you done?"
