Paint Your Target
Title: Paint Your Target
Rating: PG
Summery: its only a matter of time when police will be banging at the door
A/n: the only fic i wrote in an hour and liked it enough to not tweak
No one had seen it coming. I mean, it doesn’t take much to look in the mirror one day after waking up next to your best friend, naked with an odd feeling in your stomach and body. And tell yourself that something wasn’t okay.
That’s when I knew what was going on...I fell for him too quickly and now it’s biting me in the backside.
"Are you okay in there?" I heard from the other side of the bathroom door and I blink. So this isn’t a dream?
"Yea im okay...just washing my face" I can’t believe this. I got to call someone to help me. Walking out of the bathroom and past him, I walk to the cordless phone that was on the nightstand and walked back into the bathroom before he could say anything else to me. Dialing the first number I thought of, I hold the receiver to my ear and wait.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
c’mon. Where the hell is h...
"Hello?"
Oh thank god!
"Hey..."
"Where are you?"
"Look. I need you to help me with something"
"Go on...."
"I slept with him"
pause.
"...no way"
"Yes way..."
"How was he?"
"Shut up. Seriously...is Alex still over?"
"Yes you want to talk to him...he's been worried sick about you over here"
"I don’t want him to know"
"So you don’t wanna spill"
"No."
"You have my word....so, how do you feel?"
"Sore and tired"
"Expected. Do you need a hero?"
"No, I need a diversion"
"Oh well, tell him you got an STI…that’ll kill"
"I want to live to see the morning…"
"You’re pregnant. Without fail, should work"
"Im not a female"
"Guys can get pregnant as well"
"c'mon…"
"Look, im going to come and get you. Do you know where you are?"
"Park place. Third floor, ring twice"
"Classic. Be there in 15"
With that lie put forth, he hung up. I had to get my clothes back on and out the door without him asking too many questions, although I have a few questions for him. Trudging out of the bathroom, I pick up my boxers and pull them on under the towel
"the phone should be put back on the receiver…it goes dead fast" I didn’t want him to speak, I just wanted to have him watch me get ready to leave and have it stay that way
"okay. I’ll get it in a moment" boxers, jeans, ditch towel, shirt, fuck the hair on my head, I just want to leave. Why would I allow myself to do this, I was never the kid that did anything wrong, ever in my life, and the one time I do something out of my element, I feel like shit anyway.
"so…did you have a good time?" he’s talking to me again. I want to say something, because apparently we knew this was bound to happen, but I guess it was just another line that every guy I meet has told, but I fell for this one. Typical.
"no…did you?" that came out harsh. I don’t think I care though. Do i?
"oh" its too quiet now. I was expecting something dramatic, since I lost my virginity to him. But all he did was nod. Silently "he’s waiting for you, isn’t he?"
"What? No one is waiting for me"
"sure. Its only a matter of time that the bells gonna ring, and your gonna make up some excuse that you have to leave, and that will be the last time I see you until I find you somewhere else, other then Myspace"
"What are you ta-"
"Cut the shit. I know you don’t usually do this, but why don’t you just…stay?"
"I can’t do that. I entitled myself to not fall head over heels for anyone, or to even get close to anyone… like I did you. I let you in, I gave you something that I can never get back and now I feel like that’s it"
"What did you give me that you can’t get back?"
Ring…
Ring…
I was bold enough to walk into this comfort zone; I need to be bold to walk out into reality. I look at him one more time, which I shouldn’t have. He’s got that look on his face where if I were to walk out the door, I really fucked up a good thing.
"ill never forget what we had here. Im glad you were the one to show me that things that I could have done wrong in my past won’t come around anytime soon" I had to say it. I wanted to leave on a sour note, so he wouldn’t think of ever uttering my name again, but something about him I don’t want to admit I really like.
"and I will always remember what we could have been". Genuine and clear. Why must he do this? Im being tugged in two directions, to what my head is thinking and what my feelings are saying. He’s not pushing me away, so why do I want to give up?
"Does this still have a possibility?"
Ring…
Ring…
"do you think I’ll let you go that easily?"
my phone went off three times already, text messages.
I don’t want to answer them, but if I don’t, its only a matter of time when police will be banging at the door.
*im here, hurry and come down before he starts questioning*
*dude? What the fuck are you doing? Are you stuck in the elevator or something?*
*look…im gonna give you 10 more minutes before u need another ride home*
-im fine, no need for back up, I just need a moment-
"What’s the emotion?" he quizzed and I pinch the bridge of my nose. Okay, body, when you are ready to work on your own, go on ahead, im done trying to work you to my benefit.
"Confusion. Fear. Upset."
"that’s a new one. Your actually scared"
"like you can fix it.."
"I could try" he walked over to me and took the phone out of my hand, texting in something, then tossing it on the bed. "Gimme another shot". I could have left then and there, but the feeling of his hands on me again, tugging off my hoodie, made what I was planning to do slip out of my mind like sand between my fingers.
It wasn’t until he was asleep hours later when I finally got my phone off the floor and looked at the last sent message….and actually smiled for the first time today
-4get everything I sed 2 u Ry n no worries, Jon made me c this isn’t a 1 night stand, but a start of sumthing real =]
Bren <3-