34: Kiss me
"Are you going to tell me what happened to your face?"
Greg rolled his eyes as he poured the Bacardi, leaning down to make sure the measures were accurate. He had two black eyes and a swollen nose, but wouldn't tell me what had happened.
I was furious.
"Just some dick in town, I told you," he repeated, before adding ice to the glasses.
"So report it to the police! Did they just attack you like that? It's awful!" I cried, as he poured coke over the ice.
"Victoria, can we leave it?"
"No, not really. They should be arrested. Spineless bastards. I bet they-"
"Can we just go and get drunk?"
We were huddled in the kitchen at his parents party, as I frowned.
"We are getting drunk," I pointed out as he looked down at his glass. "This must be our fifth."
"Greg measures too," he said proudly as he clinked his glass with mine.
"We will be comatose after the seventh."
"Let's go and sit on the porch," he suggested as I frowned.
"Christ. Where do you want to go then?"
"You really don't like being with your family do you?" I asked gently, gulping at the drink quicker than I should. His family seemed nice enough, but were constantly asking him what his plans were for college and beyond. Greg was getting beyond irritated.
He grimaced as he knocked his drink back, nodding at me for my glass.
"I'm good. You have one."
I felt sorry for Greg, and I wanted to kill whoever had hurt him.
"Have you heard anything-"
"Yeah, he asked for his hoody," I laughed bitterly, as he shook his head in disbelief.
"So it's really over?"
His voice was low and filled with concern as I forced a smile.
"Come on, if he really gave a shit would it have even come to this?" I pointed out, as he shrugged.
"No I think he does care about you, I just think he overreacted..." his voice trailed off as the conversation died on his lips.
"Let's go upstairs. Bring the Bacardi."
"Its so loud, we can't even watch a film," he complained as we weaved in between the guests, making our way to the comfort of his room.
"Who needs a film? We have books! You have hundreds of books," I smiled, as I settled onto his bed. I crossed my legs as I sipped my drink, gazing at the bookcase in the corner.
"We're never truly alone with books beside us," I mused, as he slumped in front of them onto his oversized bean bag.
"Very true," he slurred, pulling his phone out and squinting at it.
"Have you heard from Ashleigh?"
"Yep. Date two next week," he murmured, as I sipped my drink.
"I'm happy for you."
"We aren't getting married yet Victoria," he sighed as he leaned his head against the wall.
"No, but it's still exciting isn't it. The beginning."
"It never lasts though does it?"
"Well, it did for my Mum and Dad," I said softly, as he looked at me curiously.
"That's like my folks. So in love. But it sets the standards so fucking high doesn't it."
"Yes, you search for perfection-"
"But you don't find it," he finished, as he chuckled. "Or you do and..."
I looked at him as he waved in the air dismissively, letting out a sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol that made me ask him to elaborate, but either way I asked.
"You end up being best friends with them instead. But that's ok too."
"You mean us, don't you?"
He looked alarmed suddenly, as he groaned. I took the opportunity to study him, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt myself stand up and sit beside him as I poured more alcohol into my now empty glass. Greg didn't move only to hand me the cola. Our hands brushed and for a second I wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
Instead I bit my lip, aware I was now too drunk to make any kind of rational decision.
"This is awkward," he chuckled, as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"It's not. It's just a conversation, one we have never had."
He nodded as he kissed my head, before resting his on mine.
"So let's have it. I know you aren't going to be happy until we have. But please don't hold me to anything I say as I'm rather pissed," he declared, and I giggled.
"Me and you. We're just friends right?" I asked quietly, trying to ignore how completely relaxed I felt in his company.
"Of course Victoria," he said quietly.
"Drake said you look at me in a way that friends shouldn't," I blurted out, as he laughed.
"It's never very well received is it, boy and girl best friends. Especially when any of them are attractive. People struggle with the concept," he declared, as I nodded.
"But you don't, do you? He's wrong isn't he?" my voice was barely above a whisper, as he frowned at me.
"I love our friendship dearly. I wouldn't ever fuck that up."
"You're not answering me," I cried, nudging him as I sat up to reach for my drink. I turned back to him, our eyes meeting as he spoke softly.
"What are you asking me, exactly?"
I didn't know how to answer, as my eyes ran over his body, not as wide as Drakes, but built all the same. He raised an eyebrow at me as I blinked, gulping at my drink.
"Do you want to-" I stammered, feeling incredibly stupid and nervous at the same time. God, what was I saying?
"You know. Like, do you find me attractive?"
He lifted his eyebrows up as he laughed.
"Of course, you're gorgeous. This is just insecurity babe. You're feeling shit because of Drake behaving like a cock-"
"Kiss me," I breathed, as he looked at me in shock.
I nodded, knowing I had to go with it now.
"Greg I'm not going to ask again."
He stared at me, before he shook his head.
"No, Victoria, I can't," his voice was hoarse, as I sat back in shock, draining my drink.
"It's not right. You're just drunk-"
"You're afraid," I snapped, suddenly fed up of messing around with him. "You're scared of what Drake would do-"
"I'm not scared of Drake, Victoria," he argued, as I rolled my eyes.
"No? So why not kiss me? Because I know you want to!"
He placed his drink down, before staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Because you're drunk and hurting. You're just wanting to feel better by being with someone-"
I laughed in disbelief, as he nodded slowly.
"You know it would change everything," he murmured, his eyes on mine as he moved towards me. Suddenly I was nervous, as he gazed into my eyes, his breath on my lips. "I'm going to say no, Victoria, and hope you understand in the morning."
I glared at him as he fell back into his position by the wall, and I felt my cheeks burn.
"This is so fucking embarrassing," I muttered as he sent me an exasperated look.
"It's really not. It's me."
"Shall we go to bed?"
"Whoa, one second you're saying-"
He laughed then as he nodded at his bed.
"I can sleep beside you like we have countless times. It makes no difference that you've asked me to kiss you," he rolled his eyes as he got up, peering at the now empty Bacardi bottle.
"Need to borrow any clothes or are you sleeping in that?" He pulled off his t shirt as I averted my eyes, refusing to let him see me checking him out.
I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. He threw it at me as I climbed off the bed, swaying as I stood up. He held my hands to stop me from falling, as his hair fell into his eyes.
He moved back as he climbed into the bed, watching me as I tugged my leggings off. He closed his eyes as I pulled my dress over my head, tugging his t shirt on before climbing into bed beside him.
"Goodnight Queen Vic," he mumbled into my hair as he kissed my shoulder.
"Goodnight," I whispered back, our hands entwined as we fell asleep.
What was happening?!