TJ's POV:
So actually I'm really beginning to question my live choices…especially the latest, which involves Spinelli, a lone room and a kiss.
ONE hell of a kiss, mind you.
But still.So after I told her as clearly as I possibly could,…
Gretchen was very thorough in explaining me that Spin is seriously as dense as…some kind of metal I think…and I need to literally put a piece of paper in her hand with a written explanation that I, TJ, do in fact seriously have a crush on her.
Sadly I was lacking paper the moment I finally got my shit together and dared to make a move so I decided smooching her was a good idea in any way.
…I decided to just…well run off.
I KNOW I know. But it was a really scary situation.
She hadn't answered at all after us kissing…all she asked me was if I have ever tasted the newest Malibu.
Guess she was really shocked…and Gretchen absolutely fucking wrong.
And how to best regret your decisions ?
Exactly.
With a nicked bottle of really expensive whine from whoever owns this house.
This whine tastes even worse then the one you get in the supermarket for a quarter of this price…but yeah its from some weird place where the grapes are apparently golden or whatever so you pay 70€ per bottle. THIS is madness.
Now the bottle, which, even if its filled with absolute gross stuff, is becoming my best friend (I think I've told it my live story twice already in the passed time…)and we are riggght on the journey to the land of self-pitying.
This trip however, is rudely interrupted by my 'girlfriend' who just has apparently nothing better to do than wait for the worst moment possible to throw another fit about…well whatever she doesn't approve of now.
"TJ! HOW COULD YOU ?"
Hello, voice of fury my old friend.
"huh?"
"DON'T YOU CARE AT ALL FOR MY…OUR REPUTATION? WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR HEAD ?"
"Can you…please say what is going on"
Do all girls talk in riddles. IS it really that impossible to get straight to the point without shouting around the bush and doing that little finger pointing thing ? DO all people with menstruation background do it ? A mystery.
"WHAT IS GOING ON ? YOU BEAT SOMEONE UP IN ANALIAS HOUSE"
haha Analia. SO that's what the girl is called. Pffff dumb name."Are you even LISTENING ?"
No. But you know what ANALia reminds me of ?"Yes of course I am darling."
"DON'T you darling me Mr. ! YOU ARE GOING TO SORT. THIS. OUT. Go and apologise."
Apolo…the HELL I WILL."absolutely not ? Lawson cheated on Spinelli. He deserved…"
"SPINELLI ? Its always Spin here, Spin there. AND EVEN NOW. So you care more for that freaky Italian than ME ? I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I AM."
"Well I care about you but you know Spinelli is more important if you see it in…."
Thinking about it, this might have not been the best choice of words.
Especially now, after she just slapped me REALLY really hard. I mean I could have seen that coming…
Thinking before talking ?
Nah never heard of that.
Also, a gangster with one of those knuckledusters has NOTHING on girls finger jewellery.
I think I'm actually bleeding.
"Im SO breaking up with you. ARSE!"
and she walks away, swinging her hips extra hard as if to show me that I am obligated to follow her and beg to keep this pair of butt cheeks.
What I might have done if I hadn't been distracted by a certain voice…
I'm weak I know…I drunk whine. Some high percentage…give a guy a break.
The person that keeps me from actually chasing after the blonde and declare absolute devotion to the fifth time this day so she wouldn't turn into some monstrous creature and shout around wildly how awful I am, is no other than Spin.
"I'm sorry"
well if I didn't know her better than I do myself, I would have believed her. But the little wrinkles about her eyes tell me different.
"No you're not."
"DAMN RIGHT I'm not Teej. She's a bitch…"
See? Told ya. I know my little ball of fury."…Why were you dating her in the first place"
"She CAN be nice you know. Better than dating Lawson any day."
"HOW is dating a empty headed pink trashcan better than HIM"
"He cheated on you…like 14 times"
"yeah well…15..with today. There are 14 girls in the cheerleading squad and…ANYWAYS. Ashley dated you for your body. And fame"
"Well better than nothing tho."
"So you admit she's awful"
Well…not awful. She can really really be a sweet girl…if she's sleeping that is.
"At least SHE is not stubborn and dating Lawson."
"What do I have to do with dating her"
"Everything"
Oh shit
OOOHHH shit.
Oooh no NO did I say that out loud that's not good.
MAYDAY MAYDAY
ABORT MISSION.
"TJ ! COME BACK. Don't run away will you …oh my god are you…BLEEDING ?"
So Ashley really hit me that hard did she.
"Damn. That looks bad."
Dear Spinelli. Would you mind not standing right in front of me THAT close just after I kissed you half an hour ago. This is not very nice.
"She really gotcha there Teej…we should cool it. Otherwise you might just have a lip as big as a baseball tomorrow.
I'll take everything as long as you JUST move AWAY already. I am in NO condition to hold back right now.
Ever tried rich people whine ? Yeah. It makes all means of self control go away.
I don't get to tell her however that it wouldn't be one of the best ideas to go to the kitchen (where we would be alone…completely) and letting her doctor me up (where she'd be possibly even closer than just now) as my already mentioned holding back from making out with her again tonight was really STRAINED, because she simply takes my arm and drags me away.
I did not think that through.
At all.
Why did her snog her today. Why.
And then drank even more alcohol to get over her reaction…or well lack of.
Because right now ? I'm faced with two VERY big problems.
Number one: I want to kiss her so badly again I can't even form a proper thought.
Number two: The per mille in my bloodstream make it absolutely impossible to be reasonable and go against the 'not being able to not think about kissing her'.
And to make everything together worse, she's currently halfway sitting on me, trying to hold a cooling pack to my lip.
Not too bad one would think. I mean a cooler pack is good stuff after your lip broken open etc etc.
Yeah.
Yeah yeah.
EXCEPT for the single LITTLE fact that the girl holding it is SO close to me,
(I'm talking about her basically being pressed against me while trying to reach my lip…screw her being so tiny…especially screw her…NO.)
I don't even know how we are yet in a vertical position…and not other…STOP. NOW.
Any thoughts like this will be shown by your body and held against her.
literally.
I should really stop drinking.
What even is self control.
Ok. I need real talk here.
"Ahm hey Spin ?"
"Mhm"
CAN YOU NOT WIGGLE IF YOU ARE POSITIONEND LIKE THA…fuck it."OK. Im gonna be very clear now. I drunk a lot of whine. And other stuff…too but you know that… anyways. I don't know what kind of whine that was but its doing a VERY good job in making me drunk so listen up."
And as if she has nothing better to do, she just looks up at me with such…intense eyes, that I die then and there. And also shove her off as fast as possible while jumping away at least two metres.
Security measure.
This however leaves her so puzzled and doe eyed that I don't actually think two metres are ANYWHERE enough to…well be a security measure.
And after she kinda rejected me today…or at least didn't say anything about the kiss or what I told her right after, I cant just…go over and have my freaking way with her.
Very tempting. But not appropriate.
"Are….you alright Teej. Did I hurt you ?" the worry in her voice makes her even cuter.
Goddamned.
VERY TEMPTING.
Back to the real talk. Like its super necessary now because if she comes closer one more step…
"You didn't Spin. DON'T look like that you really didn't. What I wanted to say before…is…well am…STAY. Stayyy where you are. Don't come…ok alright who was I to think I'd stop you from coming over."
"You don't seem alright. DO you have a concussion ? Did Ash…"
"SPINELLI WILL YOU SHUT UP. And GO away I swear to god one inch more and I'm going to push you against that wall right there and MAKE YOU."
Well cats outta the bag. Oups.But instead of looking at me like I'm some kind of villain who just literally threatened her to kiss her into oblivion, she simply stands there. One hand on her chin, watching me intently.
"Alright."
"…what."
"I said alright, Teej. I dare you. Come over here and shut me up."
I am not prepared for this."Ahhh…"
"You've got a big mouth but nothing behind that."
Ok. This means war."This is funny coming from someone who pretends to be so tough but can't admit to liking me"
"Who said I've never admitted that."
"See ? I told you…WHAT ?"
DID I JUST.
Did she…
did…"Huh…guess whos speechless now my dear."
"You…you…"
"I ?"
"You like me."
"As a sad matter of fact I do however I think I'm beginning to regret telling you that because you look seriously dumb right now and…"
She doesn't get to end that rant though.
Not even closely.
My brain might have taken its time to realise that she SAID what she just said and it wasn't some hallucination from that shitty whine but the moment it hit…I…well simply let go.
Which means, I just walked over to her, picked her up, and did what I had wanted to do for the passed days…weeks…well fuck it, years.
Push her against the nearest wall, and snog her into absolute deliriousness.
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Gretchens POV:
I might need to defend myself and say that Vince, Mikey , Gus and I were not pestering the two dumbest imbeciles in history, but that would have been a flat out lie.
But what should one do if not following them and hope that they are after all the preparation finally managing to UNDERSTAND. I'm referring to Ashley Spinelli here in particular because she was the one that cost me my last nerve.
Vince and I had actually spent the whole day before this very party with talking some sense into Detweiler, making him finally break and promise, as Spinelli did the day ago, to talk with her…and tell her how he feela. And also that Ashley was only someone to get over her.
This information could be very crucial as the little blackhead seems to be stuck with the idea that TJ actually loves Ashley.
Idiots.
Anyways, when we followed them soon after TJ had stopped shitting his pants and managed to take her with him, we were greeted by a furious Ashley Anderson that was marching right in our direction, shouting something about "its over" and "He better get me this collar I showed him" and this, as well as the fact that Detweiler was not chasing after her led us to the HAPPY conclusion that she had broken up with TJ.
At last. I will actually mark this day in my calendar and celebrate it every year.
We couldn't find them in the lobby where I had actually expected them…but simply followed their voices that could be somehow heard through all these rooms.
I pity their parents when they are home and those two decide to engage in coitus. I don't want know how many decibel they can reach.
Considering…I actually think I might buy ear defenders for their family members as excuse for getting them together.
When we eventually found them my plan was barging into the kitchen at first, where they had settle…no idea why, and congratulate them with champagne showers…
This one was however dismissed as we found them…well I think making out would not describe that sufficiently but neither does any other word. Maybe devour would fit.
FINALLY. I must add.
My utter satisfaction about never having to deal with them and love was sadly short lived, as my very own boyfriend decided to destroy my newfound happiness.
"Ahm Gretchen…I'm really glad you have that smug grin plastered on your face…but you DO realise what them being together means for us…"
"What Vince? Don't even think of destroying this picture of future mind peace"
"Yeah well sorry sweetheart. But you know…it just dawned on me. Every time they have a fight ? A little lover's quarrel ? They'll come to us. The WILL and you know it. "
"…."
And I swear to Albert Einstein, I never reacted quicker."TJ SPINELLI GET YOUR DAMN BACKSIDES AWAY FROM EACH OTHER I WILL NOT DEAL WITH ANY OF YOUR FURTHER IDIOCY I AM NO LONGER A PART OF THIS MISSION APART WITH YOU NO DON'T YOU DARE KISS EACH OTHER AGAIN THIS IS SERIOUS I FORBID YOU TOO HAVE ANY REALTIONSHIP OF A ROMANTIC SORT AGAIN I SHALL NOT BE A COUNCELOR…"