𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥 ✔︎ || 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑

65

I bunched the material in my hands, stepping off the ledge to climb up.

On the highest point of the house, Gianna had a bottle in her grasp, eyes bloodshot as she stared blankly past me. It was her mom's prized Chardonnay. Damn.

After I settled beside her, I snatched it. Then, took a sip myself.

Silence embraced us.

"Go away," she eventually mumbled in a hoarse voice. "Get back to Josh."

"Josh who?" I retorted, swallowing another swig.

More silence.

Then, she complained. "You stole my drink."

"You stole my night."

Gia turned to me, a ferocious glare in her eyes. "Then, leave. Go. Away. Phoenix."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "You never even let me finish." Clearing my throat, I recited in my best Tom Cruise accent, "You complete me."

Gia snorted, dryly.

"You make me want to be a better wo-man."

Her glare faltered and the sides of her mouth twitched.

"I wish I knew how to quit you."

The grin I anticipated never came. Damn, she was stubborn.

Then, mixing it up, I declared, "I'd rather be your whore than his date."

Triumphantly, I watched her unable to contain the smile.

"You said it wrong," she stated.

"It doesn't matter. Come back with me," I demanded. It was the least she could do after forcing me to quote the Titanic.

As quickly as it came, her amusement died away. "No."

Sighing, I said, "They're all assholes. That's why you're with me, hoe!"

"If you had a bigger dick, I would take you up on that offer," she mused, stealing the wine back.

I gasped, offended. "Hey! I measured it with a ruler. I'm nine entire inches!"

Gia snorted genuinely at that, the alcohol dribbling down her chin as she rushed to swallow it.

"How about we fuck his car up?"

"How about we fuck him up?"

Tutting, I wrinkled my nose. "You do that just fine alone."

Gianna scowled. "So does fucking Stacey."

Smirking, I whispered, "Guess where Tabby is right now."

Curiously, she glanced at me. "Where?"

"She may or may not have ruined a certain bitch's prom dress at your mom's boutique..." I trailed off, grinning.

"No. Way. Tabby?"

I raised a brow myself. "Yeah, I know. I had to bribe her."

Gianna narrowed her eyes at me. "Why didn't you do it?"

"Someone had to face Mrs Fioretti's wrath and you know how soft she is with Tabs," I smirked.

Absorbing this new knowledge, she smoothed the silky material of her dress.

"I'm still not going," she decided, obstinately.

"Ugh fine," I sighed, "I guess I'll just have to tell Luke that he waited downstairs for no reason."

With a sly smile, I began to move down. Like I predicted, seconds later, a hand clamped down on my wrist.

"Luke?" Gia squeaked, "I can't let him see me like this?"

Softly, I argued, "You look stunning, G."

"B-but-"

"And those pretty lavenders. Purple for someone special. I guess I'll just have to take them."

I grinned when she quickly blocked my route, ducking into the window before I did.

I found her fixing her hair when I slid in moments later.

Hooking my arm through hers, I pulled her towards the door.

Gianna followed me down the stairs to the front room, where both Tabitha and Lukas were conversing. I winked at the blonde, who grinned back at me.

Noticing our presence, Luke held the flowers out to a flushing Gianna. She hesitated.

Why was she hesitating? It was the alcohol, wasn't it? I stared at her expectantly, even nudging her.

Eventually, she said, "Thanks... but no thanks."

My mouth fell open when she offered her arm to me instead.

Ignoring my surprise, she dragged me out of the front door towards my jeep.

Fishing for the keys in my purse, I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. Like the perfect date, I even opened her door for her.

"Where to, ma'am?" I laughed.

Gianna grinned at me, eyes sparkling brighter than they had before.

"To the stars."

—

The memory flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. It was electricity in my veins, jolting me to my senses. The current set fire to my buried emotions, rekindling everything. All the dreams. All the love. All the hope.

Suddenly, I knew exactly what I had to do.

"Phoenix," Ilya murmured, bringing me back to the room, to him.

Meeting his confused gaze, I remembered Lav's words. He was a saviour to so many. Now, it was my turn.

I smiled at him. "Thank you. For doing this."

His brows furrowed.

Before he could ask, I leaned down to press a slow kiss to his lips. No encouragement was needed for him to reciprocate.

Bathing in the delicious sparks, I thought about my mission. My duty to everyone I loved.

Every new friend. Every old friend.

Savouring his lips for what would be one of the last times for a long while, I smiled again.

I couldn't stop. It finally made sense.

There was an all-encompassing desire to set things right. It resounded in my mind, showing me pictures of a better life. There was a possibility to cease the fear and pain. To heal an ancient division.

I could do it. We could.

NOTE:
Till next time, hoes.
xo, Rosavi