Beck's POV
She starts to move on the bed and I make my way out of the RV to get her clothes. I left them drying in the sun after I washed them, since they were covered in puke. Her shirt and pants are dry, not her jacket thought, she can put them on later.
I go back inside and get the 'how to cure a hangover' kit I made overnight, since I couldn't get any sleep because I felt the weird need to check her every half hour to make sure she wasn't dead or vomiting again. But even if I hadn't I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep anyways, what a great way to start spring break.
I don't know what Cat gave her, but I'm sure it was a lot more than weed. That's the thing, she wants to smoke I don't mid smoke, just don't go crazy and use everything you can, and kill yourself in the process. "my...head..." she's till lying down, and I know she must be feeling a lot worse than the last time.
"Here" I hand her a bottle of water and an aspirin "you have to drink all of it, you're dehydrated" she sits up, and looks at me before taking the pill to see if I'm mad, and as rare as it is, I am. All I can think about is her passing out in the car, and my several failed attempts on waking her up until I opened the cold shower on her head, and having her throwing up all of that toxic shit for hours. You know the situation is bad when you're glad someone's puking on your shoes.
"thanks" she holds on to the bottle and stars at me, waiting for me to say something, but I'm not doing that to her, not right now at least. I'll wait until she doesn't have a massive hangover. "Can you take me home?"
"to your Mom?" Now I really need to understand what's going on here. When did she prefer to be with he Mother over me?
"She's..." she brings her hands up to her forehead, and shuts her eyes "she's going to Mexico for the break, please"
"Yeah, sure" I go outside and get her things, but she decides to wear her jeans and one of my hoodies, and we head to the car. The ride is silent because, even thought she took the aspirin she must still have a headache and just basically feel awful. Every time someone honks near us she squints and crawls into her seat with her hands on her ears, hate to say it, but that's what you get when you loose control. How can she keep doing it? Because I find it that the experience is not worth the hangover.
I park the car or her garage, and get out, quickly opening the door for her. She walks to the door slowly, almost like an elder and hands me the key so I can open it. "Baby what happened to you?" Her mother is definitely someone I'm never going to forget, unfortunately. She's wearing a gold bikini with a really tight skirt, I'm seeing a lot more than I wanted to.
"Weren't you supposed to be in Mexico?"
"There was a problem with the flight, so I decide to cancel it all and spend it with you!" She turns the radio on and this weird music in Spanish start to play "Margaritas anyone?"
I look at the drinks on the table, and just now realize she has a whole Mexican décor going on "Urgh, no" Tori dryly answers, and he Mom turns down the volume of the music "I'm not going to hang out with you, book the ticket" She takes my hand and leads me towards the stairs.
"Stop right there Tori" I look back at her Mother, and thankfully she threw a Hawaiian shirt on, does she know that people don't wear that in Mexico? "Beck, sweetheart, will you go upstairs for a moment. I need to talk to my daughter" I try to do as she says, but Tori grabs my arm and doesn't let me. Her Mom looks at me, then at Tori and her face starts to get really red. "Fine! Tori honey you've been acting pretty reckless, what's going on?! Even today, you look like you've been sleeping in the streets with that weird hobo from around the corner" I guess when it comes in handy, her mother does notice her "And plus, you're always really rude to me"
"Maybe that's because you act like a freaky cougar all the time"
"You have to respect me! I am your Mother!" She screams, and Tori brings her hands up to her ears. I really wish I wasn't here right now, I hate to get stuck in the middle of other people's fights.
"Funny, you never seem to act like one"
"Well don't expect to go around and give you that amount of money every month if I'm not going to get anything back!" She walks closer to the steps, with her hands on her hips "You never want to go shopping, or do your nails with me! You know Trina is even going to change her name to Trina Jones! You won't even give me a smile!"
Tori let's go of me, and gets her purse, opening her wallet and taking out the credit card "Fine!". She throws it at her Mom, that looks it total shock. "Maybe you should think a little more about the reasons why I tried to take my own life instead of trying to buy my happiness, I'M NOT TRINA!"
She walks upstairs, and her Mom sits down in the couch staring at the wall, with her hands on her mouth. And I'm standing here awkwardly. "I should..." He Mom looks at me, and before she says anything I follow Tori inside her room.
I lock the door, he water is running and the TV is on with an episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' on pause, she still hasn't gotten over the show. I take my shoes off and sit down in her bed, I'm so tired I could sleep for hours. I'll just take a nap while she's on the shower.
Tori's POV
"Nineteen dollars and ninety nine cents" I pay the delivery guy, with Beck's money of course since I no longer have my credit card and am officially poor. I could sell those diamonds earrings she got me...
I go back upstairs, with the hope that he'll wake up in a good mood since I have pizza. I can't deal with him being mad at me right now, even though he should be, I vomited all over his stuff... I was pretty dumb, but I had the worst hangover in return so I guess my own body punished me. I barely remember anything from last night, I know we smoked a lot of stuff and that he gave me a really weird but kind of good drink, and after that it's just a blur. I feel like I should be in the sequel for the next 'The Hangover' movie.
"Food?!" He shoots his eyes open, and I put the pizza in the bed, beside him. He's been asleep for thirteen hours and it only takes two seconds near food to wake him up. "Ah yes, you are wonderful" I open the box and he gets a slice, eating half a slice in just on bite. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah" I put the crust at the box and wipes my hands, I'm still a bit nauseous, I don't if I should eat a second one.
"I almost had a heart attack last night Tor" I look down, because I can't stand his sad eyes. He's worried about me, he always is. I don't know if that should make me feel good, but it doesn't. "You can't do that to yourself...again"
"I'm sorry, I was trapped" He puts the slice down and wipes his hands, and I still can't find the courage to look at his face.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Don't say it Tori, you don't want to start that right now.
"I...I..." Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck "I couldn't stop thinking, and I needed a distraction and... college is one semester away Beck... I can't stop thinking..."
"How many times do I have to say it Tor, nothing's going to change when we go to college, you don't need to worry"
"But that's all I do! I worry about the future! That we might stop talking everyday! That we might never go looking for houses together and choose our kids names! And that in my sixtieth birthday you might not be by my side! I worry that someday, you might find a girl that doesn't cut herself, and doesn't drinks too much and that your father likes!"
I start to cry, drawn out of all the shitty emotions I'd been keeping away. He puts both his hands on my face, and I'm forced to look at his eyes, that look really bad. Because I look bad. "You have to understand this, there will never be another one like you, I want you, I love you! Yes you used to cut, and you need those pills to be happier, but that's temporary and there's nothing I want more in the world that be with you to see you not need them anymore, fuck, even if you do need them forever, I don't care. But if there's one thing I can't stand is when you doubt my feelings for you Tori, I love you"
I kiss him, and it's a wet kiss because I'm still crying. And soon enough we forget all about the pizza.
Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
"What would you name your kids?" I ask him, boys don't usually think about theses stuff, but then again, Beck isn't your average teenage boy. "I never wanted to have actual kids, I would just like to name them, and see what they'd look like"
I rest by head back on his chest, and feel his fingers running on my forehead and hair line, and I do the same on the palm of his hand "I'm not crazy about the idea of having kids either, I guess that's the kind of thing you want when you're married and bored" I sit up, and wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders, resting my head on his. "But I don't it'll ever get boring between us"
"And if it does I'll make sure to name our kid something really weird, so we can always be amused by it, like turtle"
"You want to name our child turtle?" He starts try and fix his hair that's all over his face, and I push it back with my own hands. I love his hair. "So the school principal would call us and say something like 'your Son Turtle is in hot waters, I want to have a talk with you!'" We laugh at the thought, and he cups my cheek, and just stays like that, I love it. I love him so much.
"That's the thing, he wouldn't be in the principal's office, because honestly, what kind of person can be a mad a boy named Turtle?"
"So that's settled, if we ever have kids, his name will be turtle" I kiss him, and go back to laying down since I'm still not a hundred percent hangover free. I don't know if I'll ever be, how can you cure a hangover if you're so full of the present, afraid of the future, and caught up on the past.
I take a deep breath and a sip of water, trying to decide whether I should talk about it or not. But I think it's time, I have the first day of my final semester in high school tomorrow, and if I don't do it I might explode from all the contained thoughts. "How was your break?" She asks me, and I rest my back on the couch, crossing my legs.
"Uneventful, I basically laid in bed and watched Grey's Anatomy with Beck, that stuff is really addictive" Tori, you're starting to run away from the actual issue. I'm not going to self sabotage again. "I think we weren't apart for more than two or three hours"
"It's really impressive how you two get along" she wants me to talk about him, she always does because, well, that's the one subject I always run from. We've talked about sex, drugs even about me almost overdosing a few days ago, but I always keep the details about my worries involving him to a minimum .. It can get too personal, and sometimes it hurts, a lot.
"We love each other like crazy" I sight, we really do. "Are you in love Anna?" She opens an involuntary smile, which is beautiful. How for some people love is just right there, at the right time with all the right things.
"I am"
"So you know that, if the person you love is sad, you'll be sad too, right?" She knows where I'm going with it, and I can see she's stuck, because even a freaking psychologist doesn't have an answer to my problems "Now, you understand why I'm constantly freaking out over us? And how selfish I am?"
A/N: The song was 'Wouldn't it be Nice' by 'The Beach Boys'
Hello everyone! I hope you liked this one, please review I loved all of your reviews on the last chapter!
Fun Fact: If any of you watched Iron Man three, the scene where there's a beauty pageant going on it's Chattanooga haha just thought yall should know!
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- Kiribati
- Kiribati