35: Try it...
When I woke, I realised how ridiculous I'd been the night before. I groaned, pulling my hands over my head as I felt Greg stir beside me.
He'd refused to kiss me.
I was fucking mortified. At least I could tell Drake he really was wrong if I ever had the conversation with him again, I thought bitterly.
"Stop thinking about it, its forgotten."
I cringed, turning to see Greg grinning at me through half closed eyes.
"Can you go and get me a McDonald's breakfast? I'll pay?" he looked at me hopefully, as I glared at him.
"How am I getting there exactly? Urgh. My head hurts. I shouldn't drink Barcadi."
"You know what you need? A nice greasy sausage and egg-"
"I'll be sick if you finish that sentence," I warned, as I reached for my phone.
Two missed calls, Drake.
Two twenty one am.
My heart began to pound as I sent him a text, asking why he had called.
Drake: Sorry, I was drunk.
Wonderful. I waited to see if he would add anything else, but nothing happened.
"So Drake drunk called me last night," I said lightly, as I dropped my phone back onto the floor before turning to Greg who had almost nodded off again.
"That he was sorry, he was drunk."
His eyes searched mine as he sighed, giving me a small smile.
"So are you going to text him back?"
An eyelash was sitting on his nose, and I picked it off before holding it up to him.
"Make a wish!" I grinned, as he closed his eyes then blew it away.
"There's nothing to really say," I shrugged, as he sighed.
"There is, don't be ridiculous. You're miserable without him."
I swung my legs out of bed, pulling on my leggings as I pulled the t shirt off. Greg was now on his phone, swearing as he sat up straight.
"I'm meant to be meeting Ashleigh in an hour. Fuck!"
He jumped out of bed, hitting his foot on the edge of the bed in his haste to get ready. I snorted laughing as he glared at me.
"I think I've broke my toe," he grumbled as I laughed harder.
"What is so funny? Look, its already turning blue!" he panicked, as I peered at his foot.
"It will be fine. Just put a sock on and quit whining."
I pushed him then, as he caught my hands, pulling me down to the bed with him. I landed on top of him, as I realised I was only half dressed.
"You've gotta stop throwing yourself at me, Marshall," he chuckled, as I felt the niggling element of doubt in my mind.
"You're the one holding my hands," I pointed out, as he nodded.
"But you're on top of me. So..."
I rolled off him as he gazed at me. I wasn't sure what was going through my mind, but I had that repeated urge to know what it would be like to kiss him. What if he was right for me too, in a different way? Was that even possible?
"What are you thinking about?"
I pulled my dress on, wanting to rip my own hair out of my head. Maybe if we just-
"Honestly? I just keep wondering what it would be like to kiss you. I know, I'm fucked up," I confessed, as he watched me carefully.
"You're just confused, is all. Why do you want to kiss me?"
"Because you make me laugh. You're funny. You're clever. You're attractive..."
"Well ain't that record breaking. Call the media, we got ourselves a keeper!" he drawled as he sat up, studying me as I stood in front of him.
"Drake is the one that makes your legs buckle, your breath catch in your throat, heart hammer in your chest. I've seen it, Victoria. That's why I said no last night."
"You said I'm hurting and I just want someone to take it away," I said quietly as he nodded in earnest. "Why don't you?"
"You're asking me to kiss you again aren't you?"
I met his eyes as I shrugged.
"Maybe if we just did it, I would know for sure that I don't feel anything for you."
"I don't think I've ever been more flattered."
I shrugged, before I picked my phone up.
I brushed my teeth slowly, trying not to think of Greg in that way anymore or I was going to destroy our friendship. When I came out, Greg was ready, his hair slicked back as he looked up at me.
"You wanna do this?"
I blinked as he walked over to me, my eyes wide as he leaned into me, his hand on the back of my neck. I nodded slowly, my heart threatening to pack its bags and leave if his lips touched mine.
It felt like forever, waiting for his lips to touch mine. When they did, I was surprised by how soft his lips were, and how my arms hooked around his neck easily. Our tongues met, softly caressing the other as we explored the others mouth. His hand pressed on the small of my back, as I felt him slowly move away from me. I opened my eyes, to see him raising an eyebrow at me.
I looked at him, trying to read his expression.
"It wasn't the butterfly kiss I need, no. But it was good. Well done." I joked, as he sighed with relief.
"I'm glad you've gotten over that. Now can we focus on being friends?"
I nodded, knowing now what I needed to do.
"Don't tell anyone," I murmured, as he nodded.
"Of course not."
"I love you Greg. You're the best."
"Try that line on Drake, see how you get on.." he chucked as I flipped him the bird.
I did adore him.