Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a long time but I have the most important exams of my life and I'm studying like crazy! So I tried to write a bit during my free lessons. Anyways sorry this isn't the best chapter but, as I said, I'm very busy and this is just a rough draft. When I have the time I may edit the whole story.
I chuckled nervously, trying to convince them I was joking. Kellin noticed my failed attempt at recomposing myself and making light of the situation and started snickering silently.
Why the fuck did I say that? I need to staple my lips shut for good.
"What? I was joking," I defended myself innocently. I glanced at Kellin's smirking ass of a face and my anger built up immediately.
"Are you sure? 'Cause by the look of it, you're about to jump his ass," Vic smirked.
Since when could he talk?
"Yeah, and rip him apart," I snorted as I looked into Kellin's gray eyes and narrowed my own at him. "Starting from you balls," I threatened.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Mike snickered at me.
"Shut the fuck up, you pathetic excuse for a drummer, and go fuck a hole in a wall," I growled and pointed at Mike accusingly.
"This is your fault for pushing me too far!" I snarled.
"What's going on?" Rachel whined as she got up off the floor. I could understand her confusion as she had just woken up to hear my stupid joke. I smacked the palm of my hand against my forehead at her bimbo-y attitude.
How could my sister be so fucking...UGH! Thank God we're not blood-related.
"Blue likes me," Kellin grinned. I scoffed and surveyed my nails as if I couldn't care less.
"You wish!" I smirked, knowing that just by hurting his ego I would get to him.
"You like him?!" Rachel screeched, stomping her foot like a little girl.
"I don't! You can have him," I defended, raising my hands up in defeat.
"I hope that's true," she warned.
"Trust me, I don't care! You can dress him up like a vampire and have immortal sex for all I care....as long as I don't see anything," I shivered in disgust as the second thought passed through my brain.
Everyone stared at me, not really believing my words. I wouldn't blame them. If I was in their position, I would have been making fun of the girl standing there and maybe start rumors about her undying love for Kellin.
Yes, I am that much of a bitch.
I rolled my eyes and stomped my way to my room. As soon as I stepped foot in my sun-lit room, I slammed the door shut for dramatic affect. I heard someone walk up the stairs, the steps echoing softly and getting louder by the second.
I groaned, not really wanting to talk to anyone. As I anticipated what was about to happen, I locked the door swiftly and walked towards my laptop to switch it on and start working.
"Blue, open up," Kellin called as he banged on the door to my room.
"No," I said bluntly, not even giving my answer a second thought.
"I just want to talk," he said, seeming unphased by my straight answer.
"Oh, well why did you say so? Hold on! I'm coming," I responded, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
"Come on, Ri! Why won't you open up?" Kellin whined like a child.
"Because," I said matter-of-facility.
"I'm going to wait outside this door for as long as it takes. You have to come out eventually!" I could hear him sit down and rest his back against the door.
"And when you step foot out of that room, you're going to have to speak to me!"
I rolled my eyes at his very childish behavior. I knew he was just bluffing. Kellin has the attention span of a five year old boy; he'll just get distracted by something shiny and walk away.
I put on some Beyonce' beats and cleared some space in my room. Here's something you should know about me; I am not just a singer. When I was about sixteen, I managed to save enough money to afford piano and drum lessons. I studied at an advanced level music theory and I was amazingly good at it.
At the age of eighteen, I had befriended some talented people. One of my friends was a dancer and she made me take her lessons because I was a good dancer. She taught me for free for several years, a favour I still owe her to this day. After that, I kept dancing till today and now, I'm almost as good as my teacher once was. Unfortunately, I do not consider dancing a very important part of my life but it is good exercise.
A few months after I started dancing, I met a guitarist and convinced him ot teach me how to play the electric guitar. Now, I have basic guitar-knowledge because I broke up with him before he got the chance to teach me the difficult things. Nevertheless, I still practice on my own and try to learn different techniques.
By the age of twenty one I was running around like an idiot to try and keep up with all the lessons I had of every instrument I was playing, not to mention the dancing lessons which were taking place at Rachel's apartment. But it was all worth it because music is my life.
Unfortunately, I had to quit everything because I wasn't leaving enough time for school work and my finals were coming up. I studied hard and graduated as an English teacher and I never really started practicing instruments again.
Music became a hobby, something I did when I was really bored or I felt like goofing around. Which was such a waste really because I had bought a piano, drum set and three electric guitars, and set them up in our apartment. Now, I hardly ever look at them let alone use them.
I thought things over carefully as I tried to remember the steps of the song. It amazed me how quickly I got through the multiple dance routines of different songs. Finally out of breath, I sat on my bed and looked at the small watch on my wooden nightstand.
Three hours had passed since I had come stomping up to my room. I sneaked a peek through my window which led to the front garden and saw that the driveway was clear of all cars, except Kellin's. But he liked to keep it there, probably for show.
My stomach let out an angry growl making me realize how tired and hungry I truly was. Truth be told, I did not want to go downstairs and face Kellin's smirking face. Grumbling to myself, I jerked the door open, only to have Kellin fall on the floor next to my feet. He groaned and rolled onto my sock-covered feet.
"Your socks smell like strawberries," Kellin mumbled and wrapped his arms around my ankles.
I scoffed. How could my feet smell like strawberries? I've been dancing for three hours! He's such an idiot.
An idiot who waited for you...My inner stupid-self reminded.
"Why were you on the floor?" I questioned impatiently.
"I was waiting for you," Kellin smiled cheekily.
"Why?"
"Becuase I care."
I scoffed arrogantly. "No, you don't. Now get off of me!"
"No! Not until you talk to me!" Kellin objected and held onto my ankles like they were dear life.
"Ugh! You're such a child! Let.Go!" I growled.
"No!"
I let out a throaty growl and tried kicking him off of me, but instead I lost balance and fell next to him on the carpeted floor. Kellin chuckled evilly and rolled over to lay next to me as he threw half his body on mine.
"Kellin, get off!" I groaned.
"No!"
"Why.the fuck.not?!"
Kellin looked at me with big innocent eyes, almost pouting as he said, "Because I want to know why you're acting like this. I don't like seeing you upset."
"Oh shut up!" I said defensively as the moment got too deep. Kellin rolled his eyes and came to straddle me so I couldn't move anymore...or breathe for that matter.
"Please talk to me!" he whined.
"I don't like talking!"
"I don't care! I want you to share."
"What the fuck?! Why?!"
"Because sharing helps," Kellin grinned.
"Fine, just get off of me!" I groaned as I pushed him off.
"You moron," I grumbled to myself as I got up and shut the door once again. Kellin plopped onto my bed and waited for me to start my confession, as if there was anything to tell.
"Well?" he asked, starting to get impatient.
"What?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I shrugged.
"That's not true."
"Yes, it is."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Ugh! Fine! I don't like Rachel's behavior. I'm tired of it!"
"And?"
"And I don't like Mike's attitude. I don't like what Ronnie did to me, I don't like staying here, I don't like you and I absolutely despise the fact that I do like you! I miss my old home! I miss my guitars and my drum set! Where do you guys keep those stuff anyways?! I've been running around the house trying to find some musical instrument but no, I can't find anything! And you guys are so-What?" I asked as I saw the grin on Kellin's face.
"You like me," he said, grinning even wider.
"No. Where did you get that?" I asked defensively.
"You just said it."
"No, I did not-OH!" I gasped and clamped a hand over my mouth. Kellin nodded vigorously and started practically jumping on the bed.
"Get out!" I demanded.
"No! Ri, you can't go around pretending you didn't say what you just said. Now sit.down!" he ordered.
Oh, I like a determined man.
Shut up!
I shook my thoughts away and sat next to him on the bed. Kellin grabbed my hands in his and I literally had to fight my instincts to rip them out of his hold. He focused his gray eyes onto my own chocolate ones and I automatically found myself memorizing the blue flecks he had in his pale gray orbs.
"The drums are in Gabe's room. Jack's room is full of guitars he never uses and you can always come to me for singing lessons. Or you can ask Rachel," he shrugged. I scoffed rudely at his suggestion but quickly covered it with a cough, seeing as I don't want to spill her secrets.
"About the 'liking me' thing-"
"Look Kellin, save me the lectures okay? Yeah whatever I grew to tolerate you but there's no need to rub it in. Just move on-"
I got cut off with Kellin's lips crushing into my own and before I knew it, I found myself relaxing into the kiss and actually enjoying it.
Rachel's going to kill me!