When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 7

“Is that your face?” Frank slurred his words.

“What the hell? YES! What else could it be?” Courtney’s words were hard to understand as well but I still got what she said.

I geuss I wasn’t as drunk as I wanted to be.

It took me a lot to get drunk.

“Don’t you have beer or something?” I put the bottle down and asked.

She shook her head. “My dad likes whisky and my mom likes wine…sometimes when Matt comes over he brings beer…”

“Who’s Matt?”

She rolled her eyes and leaned closer to me. “He’s a douche bag. My sister is going to marry him. Their planning this big ass wedding in new york and I have to go and be a bridesmaid or whatever…I look so horrible in purple and she picks PURPLE for my dress…” She looses her balance and grab her shoulder and push her gently back into the chair. She still goes on without even realizing it. “Any you know something else? He’s so mean to Maria! Last time, when they came, he ordered her to take his bags upstairs. I told him she’s not a fuckinslave and to move his fatass up those stairs.”

She bursts up laughing and I keep my grip on her. “You really like Maria?”

“Oh god, I love her. She’s like the mother I can never have,” Madison pushed me away slowly. “I mean, when I was real sick a long time ago, she took care of me since day one.”

“Sick?”

Suddenly, she looks at me as if I didn’t know. Then, her eyes grow wide and she bites her lip and shakes her head. “Don’t worry about that.”

I try to forget it but I can’t. It stays in my head until I can’t take it anymore. “Why where you sick?”

“No,” Madison shakes her head. She looks at me and touches my face. “Why are you so soft? I never thought you’d be so soft…I always thought you were rough…I mean, your skin…not like, No, see I know your rough, but I…do you lotion your face?”

I start laughing at her and she moves her hand away to my arm. I look at her nails, pink with glitter on them. She’s wearing this small diamond ring on her finger. I could easily pawn that and get a couple hundred bucks for it.

She notices me looking at her ring then flashes it in front of me. “My dad bought it for me in France…”

“Its nice.”

“Your dad is an amazing guy,” She says to me from nowhere. I stare at her. “I used to help Maria make lemonade for him…he told me I make good lemonade…”

“And you fired him.”

She shook her head and put her hands over her ears. “No!…My dad was such a jerk…I told him your dad was a good worker…but if you mess up once with my dad he fires you…he doesn’t give second chances.”

“Your dads a prick.” I blurt out.

She looks up at me but says nothing.

Her eyes tell me more than her words could ever. She looked hurt. But I felt that she agreed with me anyways.

I grabbed the bottle of wine from her. “So is this good?”

“Try it.”

I take a swing from it and it tastes like shit. “God, that’s fuckin gross.”

She laughs a soft laugh and I put the bottle to her lips. She drinks some then grabs the bottle and gets up. She walks to the radio and I watch her move. Its graceful despite the fact that she’s drunk.

“What do you want to listen to?” She asks me.

“I shrug, whatever you have I doubt I’ll like.”

I hear her exhale a long breath of dissapointment. She slips in this cd and turns to me. “Try this song.”

I hear an acoustic guitar along with banjos, a woman starts singing in English, followed by a man in a different language. It takes a couple of minutes until I realize that I like it.

“Mumford and sons, Laura Marling, and dharohar project.” Madison shrugs. “I don’t know why I love this song so much…but it’s a lot better than some things on the radio.”

This girl is not what I expected.

“I don’t understand.” I say to her.

“Yeah I don’t either but I want to learn their language-”

“I’m not talking about them,” I scratch my head. “I’m talking about you.”

“Oh.”

We don’t say anything for awhile but our drinking continues.

The next thing I know, I’m sitting next to her while she leans against me for support. I put my arm around her and we stay like that, listening to her music.

I must have been wasted, because I ask her if she wants to fuck upstairs in her room.

Then, I feel her push me away and I pass out on the floor and don’t remember the rest.

I’m a classic asshole but I seriously wanted her anyways.

*Ahem**

Well, see, I was thinking of them being totally outrageous and lusting after eachother, but then I thought about it and refused to do it.  I wanted them to have somewhat of a connection first.  Believe me, it will be worth it! Because next chapter will be intense<3  Im sorry if you didnt enjoy it but I just couldnt make it seem so unreal.*

Thank you!!

Luca