I realized I have a lot of mistakes in my writing... overlook it?
I think I might do a Glee Facebook?
Okay. Warning: this may possibly suck...a lot.
I stepped into the scalding hot water. I let my tears fall slowly. I had made a big mistake. I don't think my body will be over to get back into the gist of not having any alcohol like it had last time. Maybe I would slowly fall back into my previous depression. Maybe my body would crave for nothing more than the sweet, yet bitter, taste of the vodka. Maybe this time I would crack. My body shook as I ran my hands through my hair, efficiently removing all knots. I massaged the Axe body wash onto my dry skin. It removed any other traces from the day before. The dirt from the grave washed down the drain into a land of forgotten. They smell of home was gone, leaving me here.
Lost.
Why was I here? I asked, once again getting no answer other than my labored breathing. I let the water run through my hair one more time before switching it off and wrapping a towel around me. I pulled on my jeans from yesterday and a random black shirt borrowed from Fang. It went down to my mid-thigh. I wiped mascara and eyeliner from underneath my eye then exited the humid bathroom.
Fang was sitting at his dinner table, fully clothed. When I walked out, he stood.
"Shall we?" He gestured to the door. I slipped on a coat and my shoes before following him out.
We walked over to the coffee shop that was placed right next to his apartment complex. Somehow, his hand found its way into mine, and I didn't pull it away. It felt right... In a friend-like way, of course... right?
The thoughts rushed through my brain as the butterflies ruffled in my stomach.
Fang gave me a strange look, making him even cuter than before. I internally shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts before assuring him I was perfect. His eyes brightened as if to say "Yes, you are", or maybe, it was a trick of the light. I giggled, pretty out of character for me, before walking through the door he was holding open for me. We walked over to a booth in the back of the coffee shop where no one could see us.
Fang waved away the waiter that was beginning to come over.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face.
"Why didn't I tell you I was an alcoholic? I was ashamed, scared. Plus I've only known you for two days." He laughed at this realization. How was it that we'd only known for two days, yet we were so obviously head over heels for each other?
"True. I'm sorry. If your sister hadn't called... I don't know what would've happened." He ran a hand over his face, being careful with the silver hoop hanging on his nose.
"Don't be. It's mostly my fault. I'm the one that asked for a drink." Fang seemed to be in thought for a moment.
"So we agree? Blame Nudge 'cause she gave you the drinks?" We laughed, and I nodded.
"Y'know, it's amazing how much I opened up to you in the two days we've known each other."
He nodded his agreement and waved the waiter over.
A boy, around nineteen, came over with a notepad. Fang ordered something with some complex name that sounded pretty good. The waiter turned to me.
"I'll have what he's having," I said without taking my eyes off of Fang's obsidian ones.
The boy sighed before walking off, leaving Fang and I in our little world. Fang pushed my hair behind me, showing off my neck and the black numbers.
"Tattoo?" he asked, running his fingers over it.
I nodded. "It's the date my brother died last year. You have any?" He smirked.
"A few. Maybe sometime I'll show them to you. That your only one?"
I laughed. "I have two more. You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
"Maybe someday." He slightly grinned and grabbed my hand from across the table.
The waiter came back with our drinks, shooting me a not-so-subtle wink. Fang glared at him, and I squeezing his hand, giving him comfort that I wouldn't jump up and leave with the waiter to go get hitched in Vegas.
Fang and my eyes connected again. I drowned in the pits of his dark pupils, reading his eyes like a book, him doing the same to me. Our moment was interrupted by his phone ringing.
His pulled it out of his pocket and pressed the talk button.
"'ello?" He asked, sipping his coffee. I heard a mumble as the other person talked. "Yeah... We're at the coffee shop... I can come in now... Yeah, I'd like that... thanks, dude... yeah, bye." Fang snapped his phone closed. "Do you, Max, want to come with me to a gig?" He slapped 7 dollars on the table and stood, slipping his coat on. I smiled and nodded.
"Where is it?"
"A few hours away. It's at some school." I slipped my coat on, nodding once again.
He grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers.
"Let's go."
The car ride was long and uneventful. We sang along to random pop songs, and stopped to get some food(not so filling to my high metabolism). Finally, we arrived at the tall, wide school that I instantly recognized.
Ella's school.
A wide grin spread across my face, and I jumped out of the car, Fang quickly following.
This could be the best day ever.
Short. sorry.
R&R?