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Potential Break Up Song
Chapter 4
"Oh c'mon, don't be a sore loser." Ren found himself saying, more often than not, on their return to Angelic's apartment.
Ren had won their mock beach challenge, like he knew he would, but Angelic was all but convinced the sly, charming boy had cheated.
It would be odd if he hadn't cheated.
And knowing that she felt this way, that she doubted just how good he was (at everything), brought an even bigger smile to Ren's face.
Angelic had simply scoffed at the repetitive comment, focusing more on the passing buildings outside her passenger window than the remains of sand in her swimsuit. She, while attempting to save her own team's so called flag, had accumulated so much sand in her collide with Ren that she was sure she'd be scrubbing sand for weeks on end.
"So… what will we be doing later?" Angelic asked.
It was better than sitting in the boy's nagging silence. It was even more annoying than listening to him gloat.
"I was thinking take out and some movies? I'm not really up for much else and I can tell you feel the same way." Ren said as he rounded yet another corner.
It felt like it was taking longer to get back to the apartment than it did getting to the beach. Ren was more focused on the body at his side more so than the thoughts themselves. Every now and then he found his eyes slipping from the road to steal glances at Angelic's bare legs. The olive toned flesh of her legs seemingly rubbed together, her knees slightly knocking together at the minor bumps in the road. Her arms were loosely folded as her head rested against the back of her seat. A very noticeable, yet extremely nostalgic, cloth bracelet decorated one of her wrists.
Ren hadn't seen that old thing in years, but the car just didn't seem like the appropriate place to bring it up.
They arrived back at the apartment shortly after sunset, neither party too exhausted, but just in need of some relaxation.
And a shower.
They took turns using the bathroom and cleaning up, dressing down in comfortable clothes, and afterwards Ren took upon the task of ordering their dinner for the evening.
"I'm gonna head down the store to the convent store to pick up the beer, want anything ?" Asked Ren as he stepped into the worn pair of sneakers he'd brought along with him.
"Nah, thanks." Said Angelic.
She watched the boy for a moment, and sighed deeply after he'd left. Angelic got up from her spot on the couch, going over to the short pile of movies Ren had stacked neatly on the floor. She briefly looked about her, instantly noting that he had woven pieces of himself amongst her many things.
His shoes were by her shoes.
His books were by her books.
And in her bedroom? Some of his clothes lay strung across the floor alongside her own.
Angelic took up one of his discarded t-shirts, putting it to her nose.
It smelt heavenly.
A mixture of the cologne he wore and sweat from that day.
Angelic threw the shirt across the room, just what in the hell was she doing? This was her childhood friend for Christ sakes! The boy she watched grow up and whom watched her. It was wrong to have lewd thoughts about someone she was so close to.
Right?
Angelic shouldn't have those thoughts…
…Right?
She jumped, slightly startled, as her front door reopened.
Ren was back.
"Angie?" He called.
"Yeah…" Angelic said as she left her bedroom (and those thoughts) behind her.
Ren shook his hair free of the rain droplets that clung to the fine strands. "It started raining on my way back." He said as he sat the few bags he'd returned with down. "If I would've known that I would've drove."
Angelic looked away, busying herself with unpacking the contents he'd purchased while Ren himself stripped out of his damp shirt. He didn't seem the least bit bothered being shirtless while Angelic on the other hand wanted to fling herself off her third story balcony.
"You going to put some clothes on?" She asked, walking away to put the six packs in the fridge.
"Why?" Asked Ren, making a face.
Angelic couldn't let him know that seeing him like that made her uncomfortable.
Slightly.
"Does it bother you?" He teased.
"Not in the slightest."
Ren simply chuckled, dropping down onto the small sofa.
Shortly after their food had arrived, some bistro from a few miles away Ren had a craving for that delivered after sunset, and Angelic couldn't be happier. The quicker she ate and went along with Ren's silly little mind fuck, the quicker she could go to bed and be done with the day.
This was the plan.
But considering this was Angelic, and the universe just loved to screw with her, things had taken a dramatic turn.
Both parties had completely lost their shit after they'd finished eating.
Ren was highly content, his craving satisfied and some television station was playing a rerun of one of their favorite childhood sitcoms, and Angelic herself was fairly behaving.
No complaints.
No glares.
She ate quietly with an occasional comment here and there.
And once they had eaten their fill, and had discarded all the take out containers so that they would take over the apartment yet again, Ren went to retrieve the beer from the kitchen.
This is where shit got real.
The first couple of beers did little to nothing for either one of them except for lighten the already light mood. Ren was all but amenable, and Angelic was almost there herself.
But as they kept drinking…
"So what's that UtaPri thing you've been invited to?" Angelic asked as she lounged across the floor, beer in hand. She'd long since ditched the yoga pants she once dawned, her hair loose from its binds.
"Oh it's an award," Said Ren. "And Heavens is up for it too. If you think I piss you off, those assholes would really work yer nerves." He downed the last of his bottle's contents before reaching for another.
"You don't piss me off, it's the shit you do that pisses me off." Angelic vaguely corrected, doing the same.
"Shouldn't you stop there so you can study tomorrow?" Ren slyly asked, referring to the new bottle she'd taken into her possession.
"Hell… scccrew the books." The girl grumbled. "Do yew know how hard it is living wiff a brother like Al? Grades are great, attitude is great, he's great with sports. I got the shitty end of the genepool. If I don't study, my grades slip. Grades slip? Parents ride my ass like I'm a cheap whore." She took a long sip of beer before continuing. "I wish I could live my life like you, do what I want to, love what I want to, and not have to hear people's shit."
"What do you want to do then?" Ren asked, relocating to the spot on the floor beside her.
"I want to dance," Sighed Angelic.
Ren noticed a gleam of life in her eyes.
"But according to my parents that ain't a livin' worth livin'." She scoffed.
"I've seen some of your dance tapes from Al, you're really talented." The boy complimented coolly. Or as coolly as he could muster. "I'd let you dance for Starish, hell me and my Sax, any day."
Angelic laughed for a moment before a grin plastered across her face. "Whatever, you guys are perfectly fine without me. I saw you guys' show last year and it was pretty good."
"You went?" Ren blinked in shock.
"Of course, it was a chance to see you." Was Angelic's rather more than obvious reply.
It had to be the alcohol.
"I didn't think you were into that sort of thing." Ren eyed her closely as he tilted his bottle for yet another drink.
"I'm not, but you're important to me."
"Oh I am?" Ren smugly asked, closing some of the space between them.
"You are," Angelic chuckled. "I was sad to see you leave but I'm so proud of you. Being able to follow yer dreams against your family's wishes takes a lot of guts."
"It's not all sunshine and rainbows." Said the boy. "Constant rehearsals, people trying to outshine you and your hard work, some lame ass rule about not being able to love, blah blah blah."
Angelic glanced over at him and stared blankly for a moment. "You can't love anybody? What kind of shit is that?"
She was either that skeptical at the idea or she was just that drunk.
Most likely both.
"Yean," Ren waved his hand nonchalantly about. "But I love someone and I'm still an idol soooooo yeah. They can suck a nut." He shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.
Angelic turned completely to face the less than sober boy, her legs crossed neatly as she sat on them. "Ren Jinguji," She chided. "You fell in love with someone and didn't tell me? I'm supposed to be your friend. I'm supposed to know f-first!" She pointed at herself firmly, her forehead creased as her brows knitted together. Her cheeks puffed out as they tended to do once she got angry or wanted to cause a scene.
Ren found his insides growing oddly warms as he stared at the girl, a flush in her face. He suddenly launched forward, pinning Angelic against the floor.
"I've always had a crush on this one girl," He said. "She's annoying and stubborn, but she's always loving and kind and there for me. She might not know it, but she's the most beautiful person I've laid eyes on…"
At that moment Ren didn't care. It would probably come back to haunt him, but at the time of his alcohol induced bliss he could've honestly cared less. He stole a quick kiss, his lips lingered for a second, before he drew back and awaited Angelic's reaction.
He waited for her to scream at him.
He waited for her to push him away, say she didn't want to see him around anymore, to fuck off and stumble away.
He waited.
But what happened next was something Ren wasn't expecting.
Angelic wove her fingers Princeton orange tresses and pulled him closer, pressing her lips back to his.
And Ren welcomed it.
