Kissing Razors | Tony Perry

5) Best Friend

As I opened my eyes, I immediately realized I was in an unfamiliar bed. The walls were adorned with an array of band posters, while three electric guitars were proudly displayed on the wall and another three acoustic guitars stood on guitar stands in the corner. I shifted my gaze and found Tony sitting against the headboard, engrossed in his phone.

He noticed my movement and met my gaze, offering a gentle smile. "Good morning," he greeted softly.

I hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to ask, pointing between us, "did we, like?" Confusion flickered across his face before he comprehended my question.

His eyes widened slightly as he reassured me, "Oh, no, we didn't do anything. Don't worry." He said shyly, offering a faint smile, and a wave of relief washed over me, prompting a reciprocal smile as I nodded in response.

"Okay, that's good," I replied, glancing down at my hands. While sitting in awkward silence, I gather my thoughts, before I look back up at him. "Would you be able to take me to Kellin's, by any chance?" I ask.

"Sure, of course," he readily agrees. "Would you like to have breakfast first?"

I shake my head and respond with a grateful smile, "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though." As he acknowledges my response with a nod, he rises from the bed, revealing his attire of track pants and no shirt. A blush creeps onto my cheeks as I gather myself and sit against the bedhead. I watch him move to his closet, selecting a shirt and a pair of plain black skinny jeans. I find myself admiring the way the colourful ink adorns his body, tracing captivating patterns across his skin.

"Do you need a shirt or something to change into?" he asks, a slight smirk playing on his lips. It's evident that he's aware of my gaze. I glance down at my hands, feeling my face flush, but I try to conceal it.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," I reply, attempting to suppress a smile. He nods, grabbing a shirt and handing it to me.

I raise my eyebrows slightly, looking at him, and he seems momentarily confused.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says with a smile, quickly turning around to give me some privacy. I swiftly remove my shirt and unfold the one Tony handed me. When I look up, I catch Tony attempting to sneak a peek.

"Hey!" I exclaim, giggling as I throw my shirt at him. "No peeking yet, Mr. Perry," I playfully remark.

"Yet?" he feigns confusion, his smile evident in his voice.

"Yet," I confirm shyly. I hurriedly put on his shirt, immediately taking in his scent and make my way to the bathroom, swiftly shutting the door behind me.

Staring into the mirror, I'm taken aback by the fact that I don't look as terrible as I expected. Just incredibly tired, perhaps. It's as if I haven't slept in ages, a good 60 years or so. Except I had just experienced the best sleep of honestly, probably my entire life. Perhaps it was the result of the exhilarating midnight adventure we embarked upon.

Memories of that impromptu escapade flooded my mind, filling me with a sense of exhilaration and contentment. The adrenaline coursing through my veins during our late-night journey had left me with a profound sense of fulfillment, allowing me to drift off into a blissful slumber. A smile graces my lips as I reflect on those cherished memories, recalling the serene image of Tony gazing up at the stars. Or estrellas, as he learned last night. It was a sight that etched itself into my mind—his expression filled with a sense of wonder and awe. I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth,

Hoping to appear more awake, I splash cool water on my face from the sink, hoping it will refresh my tired features. Using my fingers, I run them through my hair, attempting to tame any unruly strands, and straighten my clothes, ensuring everything looks presentable. Finally, feeling a bit more put together, I walk back out towards tony's room.