Esther swallowed. She should have called, instead of just barging into Kevin's apartment like she owned the place.
And the poor guy was not even wearing suitable pieces.
Esther glanced down at her feet, mumbling, "Sorry, I shouldn't have just barged in here..."
Kevin sighed, although he flashed her a quick smile.
"It's fine, Essie," Kevin grinned, although his eyes twinkled with fear.
What he was so afraid of- Esther didn't know.
But what she did know was that she shouldn't have come.
Not right now, at least.
"Come on in; it's totally fine!" Kevin beamed awkwardly at her, as she continued to step into his home.
"Sorry again," Esther bit her lip; although Kevin shook his head, as if there was no worry.
"It's cool! I'm going to go- you know- change," Kevin said, dashing into his room, as Esther mentally smacked herself.
Honestly, what was she thinking?
Why did she even decide to come all of a sudden?
Why did her heart lead her here, even as her brain repeatedly told her to stop?
Why-
Kevin walked back in, now clad in a t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
"So, what's up?" Kevin remarked, as Esther tried to come up with a better reason than, 'Oh, I kinda have feelings for you, and I missed you, so here I am.'
"Not much, just here to see my favorite beat-boxer," Esther smiled.
"Aww, you're sweet!" Kevin said, as he sat down on the couch, joining Esther.
"I just feel like we haven't seen each other in so long- I mean we do, with rehearsals, but it's not the same anymore," Esther tried to explain.
"I know what you mean," Kevin nodded, hugging Esther.
They stood like that for awhile, embracing each other, missing the good old days, missing the past, trying to stop the future. Trying to rekindle the light in the darkness.
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The dead, withering thing laid in Avi's hands, until he finally dropped it, dropping it rather gently, for he already harmed it enough.
Immediately after his actions, he felt as if there was a darker haze blanketing the boisterous buds, the flowers disgusted by what he had done.
And he felt awful.
Yes, as many would think, it was simply one rose- he only wounded one thing.
But, as he came to realize it now, he destroyed love. He destroyed life. He destroyed happiness.
And he had to make up for it.
He had to go back to fix both his mistakes...
And hers.
Avi viewed the once-giddy blossoms once more, before searching for enough to make a vast bouquet of roses.
He needed to talk to her, once more.
He needed to get these wandering wisps of emotions out of his mind; he needed to express them to the one he still adored.
He needed to talk to Kirstie.
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Kirstin watched the video over and over again. Hoping that Avi wouldn't see it- but he probably did of course. She knew he didn't love her anymore, but it still hurt her if he saw the amount of fake love in Superfruit's new video, the amount of acting she had done to be the most loving, caring wife to Jeremy.
She wasn't usually like that.
But she wasn't a horrible wife either, at least according to Jeremy.
Especially, since she was now "giving him the most important gift of his life"- a kid.
If only, he knew that she still didn't change. That she still didn't love him, no matter what lies- promises as she called it- she told him.
That even after what she did to Jeremy, she still didn't love him.
That even after she kissed Matt that December show, that even after she forcefully brought Matt to the picture, that after she had pleaded Jeremy to forgive her, that she was sorry, that she 'loved' him, that she would do anything for him.
She still didn't love him.
Ding! Ding!
The alarming trill of the doorbell startled her, causing her to immediately brush away her thoughts.
She couldn't think this way anymore.
She HAD to love Jeremy.
Or else, she would never get rid of the one she tried to get rid of for the longest time.
She would never get Avi Kaplan out of her brain.
She gasped.
It was his voice. His freaking voice. Speaking to Jeremy. Both having a casual conversation, although she couldn't hear it.
Kirstie snuck out of her room, spying on them from her hall.
And there he stood. The same beard and everything. Long brown curls falling to his shoulders, emerald eyes piercing through her mind- even as he didn't see her.
She couldn't hear much. They were speaking rather quietly, Jeremy fakely smiling with a confused, why-are-you-here-all-of-a-sudden expression plastered over his face.
"Can I talk to her?"
Avi's question echoed, the dogs in the other room barking happily at the sound of a guest.
Kirstie closed her eyes, her hands interlacing one another, as she prayed that Jeremy would allow him to come talk to her for just a little moment...not that he wouldn't, Jeremy could never be controlling over that. He just seemed concerned that Avi came all of sudden; and Kirstie felt the same.
Why was Avi here?
Nevertheless, Kirstie quickly hid back in her room, sitting casually on her bed, opening the old diary that stood on her nightstand, as if to signify she was busy...while she really wasn't.
"Kirstie, baby, you have a visitor," Jeremy intoned, quite strangely.
He opened the freshly-painted white door, the ivory wood glistening.
There he was. He ambled into the room, almost as if he wasn't sure why he was here- to which Kirstie would wonder why he was here, if even he didn't know.
"Hey Kirst," his low voice rumbled, his nickname for her rolling off his tongue so beautifully.
"Avi," Kirstie smiled subtly, trying not to show her wonder and her pure excitement.
"Congrats to the both of you! Jus wanted to say I'm delighted that you two are going to be parents!" Avi turned to Jeremy, who still stood in the doorway.
Maybe Jeremy hadn't noticed, for he just grinned, saying that he was going to check on the dogs and leave them alone for a moment, or maybe Kirstie was simply going crazy, for Kirstie felt that she heard some sarcasm dripping in his tone, that his honeyed words were only words out of annoyance, that he truly wasn't happy for them.
And, to be honest, why would he be happy for them? Kirstie didn't blame him, if he wasn't.
Jeremy left, leaving the two of them alone together. They didn't say a word, for the first few minutes, simply gazing at each others' beauty.
Pale, soft flesh under the grizzly beard. Glowing green eyes, plump pink lips. Rosy cheeks; Avi hadn't changed.
Physically, at least. She didn't know about mentally, for after all they hadn't begun talking.
"So," his gruff voice began. "How are you?"
"Doing well, thank you. And you?" She responded rather formally, feeling as though they were too awkward to speak as casual friends again.
"Doing well, thank you? Kirst, seems you've a dictionary for a child; these formal sayings are so unlike you," Avi furrowed his eyebrows.
"I...just thought it was better to speak that way. After all, we haven't seen each other in months!" Kirstie shot back, crossing her arms instantly.
Avi laughed dryly at this.
"Didn't you want it this way, though?"
Kirstie sighed.
"I didn't want you to leave Pentatonix. I didn't want you to break contact with us. I didn't want...you know everything I didn't want," Kirstie commented.
Avi nodded, also adding, "But I also do know what you do want. A child. You've wanted one for the longest time. And now you have one. With the love of your life."
"Child? You think I want a child? Now? Maybe back then when I had everything, but now? No, I don't want a child," Kirstie stated, forgetting everything momentarily.
Avi frowned at this, "Then if you don't want a child, why did you decide to have one?"
Before she could smack herself from saying it, it was too late.
"Because I'm not pregnant!" She announced, before glancing at the floor in shock that she told him the truth.
"What? You're not pregnant?!" Avi's eyes widened, his mouth in between curling into a smile and sinking back into a frown.
"No, I'm not. I lied. I lied, I lied, I lied. The pregnancy was a lie, this life is a lie. Everything is a lie," Kirstie spoke faster and faster, tears surprisingly rolling down her own cheeks.
She finally confessed to someone.
She finally admitted that this life of hers was a lie, that everything going on was a lie.
She finally-
The door burst wide open, a loud clash coming from the other side. Red eyes, raging red eyes and a now-crimson face, stomping into the room. He clenched his jaw, the blue vein in his forehead pulsing against the fury flashing through his face.
"What did I just hear?!"
Jeremy.
Then she realized that Avi wasn't the only one she just confessed to.
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Golden locks brighter than the sun. Swept across his face, he could have been a Greek god, if not for his mischievous personality.
Those eyes were closed, most likely dreaming away his life. He stirred, yet still fast asleep, as Mitch stood over the couch, gazing at him.
Wyatt perched on Scott's legs, yawning quietly, his own eyes twinkling at Mitch. As if he was trying to tell Mitch to confess his love for Scott today.
But he couldn't.
For, ever since these past few months, the Scott he loved was just somebody that he used to know.
And Mitch had changed too.
Displaying that these two- these two once-inseparable human beings, were now broken apart. Once fitting together perfectly, now puzzle pieces that don't match anymore.
They had changed.
There was no going back now...no going back to fix all of this.
Hi, I'm going to be doing a double update of this today! I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Goodbye for now!