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~~~~I Don't Have to Believe You~~~~
Tried and Tried, Say and Stay
Listen, I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on my mind
You should have known.
~Dreamgirls, "Listen"
Gwen's POV
I was all by myself on the beach's boardwalk, wandering alone, a bottle clenched in my hand which I held so tight my knuckles were turning a bluish-purple color. It made them look way weirder since they were already white as a December night freshly fallen snow coat. The only decent word to describe the air floating was hot. Hot as hell, choking. Surely because of the whole lot of pollution done around and the smell of gasoline escaped from the teens' utterly modified cars they had shown off all summer long. It was a lonely night for me though everyone was partying their ass off the end of the season of TDWT, and forgetting that they'd surely participate in the next season.
I wasn't drunk, not even a little tipsy. I felt lonely though so many people were around me and could easily change my mood. But I wanted to be alone, and I knew why.
At my age, I would normally do like anyone else, but I wasn't anyone else. I am not saying I am special, I'm just saying I am different. I'd always felt different from anyone else, that is why no one wanted to be with me. Because I was odd, I was freak, I didn't fear speaking what was on my mind. Sometimes, I did wish being someone else, like it would be easier, socially as mentally but I never changed. I am still the same Gwen, and I will stay this woman until my death.
A simple breeze blew my streaked hair and I felt my cheeks getting cold. Then, I felt some footsteps being marked in the pale sand behind me. I looked around, and only saw the warm water of the sea wavering on its normal spot and casually hitting the shore. I shrugged, convincing myself no one was following. Simple paranoia. Then, footsteps came closer and I paced to escape the noise. Panic boiled in my veins, it was becoming obsessive.
Courageous and seriously pissed, I turned around quickly and froze. It wasn't one of those weird drunken guys so high they would try to get in my pants, it was someone else. A raven haired man, tall and a little skinny, turtle-ish hazelnut eyes shining in the night. The full moon beaming in the dark sky made his face clearer to me. It wasn't the guy I expected, but it was still someone I liked.
"Gwen, give me that bottle."He commanded, trying to take care of me.
"No worry, I'm not drunk."I joked, holding my hands in the airs to prove my innocence.
He narrowed his eyes at me, unsure if he could trust me. Fortunately, credible as I am, he did.
"Why are you staying alone?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm a loner, and you know it Trent."
"You're not." The guitar player argued, getting closer to me. Curiously, I really felt the urge to close the space between us.
"What makes you say so?"
"I'm here with you," Trent smirked, making me blush at that corny line. Suddenly, he moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His head went closer to mine, and I found myself wanting to grind myself against him. Like we used to cuddle when we were together. I dropped the bottle on the sand, feeling powerless to his acts.
"Trent," I said, our lips being an inch apart from each other. "I―I have Duncan."
The raven haired boy smiled again, hinting some sarcasm behind his grin. His eyes met mine, and I could see in them what I missed in months of separation from each other.
"He won't know. And if you kiss me right now, you will know what it means."
My heart beat faster, and my hands went moist. I bit my lower lip, feeling overly attracted by Trent's proposition. I knew it wasn't a good idea to do this in Duncan's back if I knew he wouldn't know but the temptation was strong. Too strong for someone who wanted it deeply.
And I wanted it so bad.
I followed my envies, and slung quickly my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. And I kissed him. He kissed back. His tongue went through my superior and inferior lips and collided into mine, fighting for dominance in my mouth. I bit his lip a couple times and could feel my hair getting messy at the amount of hotness in this moment.
His hands traveled down my back and cupped my butt for a moment while he was sucking my neck delicately, causing me to moan sensually. Then, his fingers went up and unlaced my corset's knots, setting me free from the tight dress I was wearing. Before he could continue, he pulled apart from me and placed his mouth near my ear, whispering.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked softly, still holding me tight in his arms.
I didn't answer so fast. I reached for the buckle of the leather belt he was wearing and unbuckled it gradually.
"Yes I want it."
I could picture him smiling next to me, because I smiled too at the amount of lust and love caught in the moment. I let my body drop onto his and fall on the beach ground, cherishing that moment we had together. We kissed more and―
I woke up when a dog's barking broke through my dream. Or my nightmare.
I groaned; this dog was definitely one of the most annoying puppies I had ever heard. It was Trent's gift to Courtney for her 20th birthday; a baby female Golden Retriever she called Ruby. Sure, the animal was cute, but its constant energy burst was seriously getting on my nerves. Luckily, from my room, I heard Courtney commanding the dog to shut it, and the whole house became quiet and peaceful again.
I opened my eyes, and I narrowed them at the direct sunlight going through the lace curtains of the guest room. I knew I shouldn't think that, goth as I am, but the day seemed beautiful from where I was. I sat up on the bed to see better, and felt strong arms weighing against my belly. I looked back, and saw a sound asleep punk drool on his pillow while his arms were fixed safely around me. I smiled; he looked like an innocent little boy.
Well, an innocent little boy with sexy perverted thoughts...
I went back into his arms, trying to sleep, and he unconsciously swung his right arm over me. I smiled, and approached my head to kiss it like I always used to.
And I saw the heart.
The heart he had tattooed for Courtney 5 years ago, in promise he'd always love her. Forever.
Forever didn't happen, but me.
Then, I remembered the home wrecker I'd been five years ago, in TDA and TDWT. I had been egoistical, been blinded by love, and when I kissed Duncan, I forgot the same thing happened to me the year before.
I had to apologize to Courtney, as soon as possible.
I sat up again, and looked at the wall clock right in front of me. I could easily read seven thirty. It was pretty early, and the outside was clear for a winter morning in Canada, but not enough for me to stay in bed.
And with that tattoo reminding me my unforgotten mistakes, I had no choice to go away. Far away.
Man, with how that day started, something told me there was going to be a lot of fun...
-/-/-/-/-/-
Noon
Trent's POV
I sat next to my fiancé behind a round table at a small house in a reputed uptown neighbourhood, surrounded by the scariest people ever; Courtney's family. I was sweating a little, not because of the space temperature, but more because of Courtney's stary glances at me each time I move.
Some people may think this situation was stressful, and eventually it was a hundred times worse than it seemed. Those people were just really... Weird. I mean, for me, they were. Even if my dad was an accountant, I never really got used to that whole amount of seriousness in a family, so meeting my future wife's parents for the first time was a hard challenge a few years ago. And now, at 21, it was still the same thing. Her genealogic roots always had been in laws and politics and really important things like that, which meant family reunions with her relatives were the most boring you would ever see in your whole life. I did like her parents, but I wouldn't be able to stay in a room alone with them for a day.
Fortunately, this wasn't supposed to be a party. Just one of the numerous wedding planning reunions. You know, the kind of meeting when we decide who was going to do what, when and how... The sort of things Courtney loved to do. I wasn't such of an organized person, which was why I mostly needed Courtney in my life. To help me becoming right when I was wrong.
Courtney's mother taking the lead in the discussion, I just had to pretend to listen and secretly glance Courtney every time I had the occasion to admire her wondrous beauty. She actually seemed to enjoy 'planning' this with all of us, while I on the other hand was bored as heck. Well, maybe it was mostly because her family was there and she didn't get to see them more than once in a two month period since they lived in British Columbia. They had a house near ours, but they came only for Christmas and holidays like this. Thus seeing them was just a reason more to be content, especially since they weren't going to miss the wedding.
"So," The woman, being in her early fifties, spoke on an assured tone. "As decided, Emma, the wedding planner, hired a catering service for the reception but, I actually think this company may not be the best for your wedding."
Emma, sitting at the end of the table, her glasses on the nose, lifted her eyes from her unfinished task list and frowned at Mrs. Harrington's words, probably feeling offended by this statement. Her mouth opened to reply, then closed, and then shyly reopened again, her face a little reddened by the anger burning in her veins. "What is wrong with the catering?"
"Well," My mother-in-law-to-be began on a bitchy tone I well knew, being used to Courtney's constant discourteous remarks. "First, the food is... disgusting. Second, the waiters are impolite and third," She paused, and it almost looked like she was looking for another reason to tell an unconvinced Emma. "Third, I don't like their flatware."
Emma, piping out her normal lonely space, scoffed obnoxiously, upsetting Mrs. Harrington. "You think the utensils are ugly? Well, why won't you change it then?"
I was partly scared, partly proud of Emma's courage. Sure, knowing her for since childhood when we first met, I had hoped for a long time she would stand up for herself but, alas, this never really happened. Being sort of a 'wimp' got her bullied many times but fortunately, Emily had some really good friends to help her through this.
Mrs. Harrington tucked a strand of gray hair behind her ear, sighed while all the eyes, including mine and Courtney's, were fixed on them. Fear was floating in the air, we all waited for one to say something. The grown woman remaining calm, she sighed and spoke with serenity, scaring me a little with that amount of coolness. "Well, I guess maybe if you insist, young lady, we will require the services of that company."
Emma's mouth gaped, and mine and Courtney's too. No, probably the whole lot of people in the room had their jaws dropped of her mom's cooperation. And, for the first time in years of knowledge, I must admit the woman had been fair on this one. No more egoism, fake smiles, or intense frowning.
As if knowing her beloved daughter would marry a good guy was making everything okay.
I smiled at my turn and looked to my right to see Emma and Courtney do as well.
I felt like, perhaps, a forever promise could be good if we continued on this way.
-/-/-/-/-/-
Midnight
Courtney's POV
I put my hot cocoa mug on the marble counter height table of the kitchen and sighed. Everyone, including Ruby, was sound asleep on the first floor and I was all alone, drinking some hot chocolate. I wasn't doing this on purpose, it was insomnia. A really annoying case of insomnia I suffered from since Trent asked me to marry him. I was happy, for sure, but perhaps this made me so happy I couldn't sleep anymore. In any case, this was hard for me. Even sleeping drugs couldn't help.
My heart was restless, I had to admit. But I was happy, totally, but there was just something, a little thing that I couldn't find, that was slowing killing me inside. It was horrible, and I couldn't do anything for it. I didn't fear to marry the guy I wanted, the man I dreamed of, but there was something more to it. It was inside me, and it wasn't the first time; it used to happen every time something was new in my life. But... Back when the guitar player proposed to me, I knew this was going to happen a long time ago. Granted, I found the ring. So, I was already kind of ready for it... So what was it?
I sighed again; I felt this was a clear waste of time.
"Still lost in your thoughts?"
I started at a husky voice breaking in my train of messy thoughts, quickly turning around and finding myself relieved that it was just Duncan. Yeah, just Duncan. I groaned, turning back around and taking my bitch voice.
"What do you want, Duncan?"
He leaned against the kitchen wall and smirked. This was damn annoying, and he knew it. "I couldn't sleep and I saw some light on the first floor. So I figured out I could talk to someone to pass the time."
I rolled my eyes, bothered by his presence. "I was going to bed anyway."
"No you weren't." The punk replied, causing me to snort because, again he was right. "When you're stressed, you have insomnia. And when you have insomnia, you drink hot cocoa and try to swallow your pills, though you never succeed to."
"They taste bad." I pouted, defending my point. Defeated, I sighed for the hundredth time tonight. "How do you know all of this?"
"I don't know them; I just know you."
Corniest. Sentence. Ever.
"What is it again?" Duncan asked, sitting on the tool next to me.
"Same old things. The wedding, Trent, you..."
"Me? I thought I didn't bother you two." He said, concerned.
"No, you don't. It's just that it's a little stressful to have you and Gwen here. You know, we want you to go to the most perfect wedding ever since you're coming only for us, so it's nerve-wracking."
"You don't have to do all those things for us, you know."
"But I want to."
For a moment, an awkward silence remained between us. And I couldn't even dare looking him in the eyes. Not because I loved him, in contrary. I... I loved Trent.
Why did I even stammer while thinking of this?
This was becoming way too awkward for me. Before I could even tell, I got up quickly from my stool, leaving a dumb-founded Duncan sitting.
And I didn't say anything, he understood by himself he wasn't welcome anymore.
He got up, stretching out and claiming he was tired and stuff like this, while I was slightly blushing because I could see his muscular delinquent body through his muscle shirt.
And just thinking he would take it off for the night made my heart bounce in my chest.
But he was just a friend, I knew it.
He looked at me and smiled before going up the stairs. "It was cool to talk to you, Courtney. We should do it more often, like we used to."
And he went up, leaving me speechless.
But actually... I found myself grinning like a moron at those words.
Like we used to.
The title has not so much to do with the story... Meh, anyways.
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