Ghost
Unsure
"I promise." I stated dully, willing my tears to go away.
"Angel, it's for the best. I know he may have said some things that-" I glared at Nix with all of the hurt and anger in me.
"Just fucking shut up, Nix." I growled before getting up and storming outside as fast as I could with my jell-o-ish knees. I walked to the beach, and walked along the shore for a while. Once I was sure I was far away from Brian's house, I sat down.
I focused on the water, trying not to let my thoughts go crazy. I didn't need to think about Storm or Nix, or anything. Then, something hit me. My dream. The one of me and Storm arguing. I smiled hugely. I would see him again. Nix was wrong. She was so fucking wrong. But we'd be arguing.. Fuck.
"Hi." A voice said, sitting down next to me. I looked over to see Matt, which kind of surprised me.
"Hi?" I questioned, looking at him suspiciously.
"You look upset." He said softly. I just kind of stared at him.
"I'm sorry." He stated, shocking me hardcore. Why hadn't I seen this in a dream or something?
"I was being a complete asshole that day. I just.. I am an asshole. And I want to apologize. I was way out of line, and I deserved that punch. I shouldn't have pushed you down, though."
"I-It's ok." I stuttered, really taken back.
"Do you wanna go get a drink?" He asked, smiling lightly.
"I, uh, I'm not old enough to drink yet.."
"How old are you?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raised.
"Nineteen." I told him. He laughed.
"Have you ever drunk before?" I shook my head slightly.
"Wow. Well, I'm about to change that. Besides, you look like you could really use a drink right now." He smiled.
"Come on." He said, standing up and outstretching his hand for me to take. Reluctantly, I took it, and allowed him to pull me up. For once, I really didn't know what was going to happen.
"Angel, it's for the best. I know he may have said some things that-" I glared at Nix with all of the hurt and anger in me.
"Just fucking shut up, Nix." I growled before getting up and storming outside as fast as I could with my jell-o-ish knees. I walked to the beach, and walked along the shore for a while. Once I was sure I was far away from Brian's house, I sat down.
I focused on the water, trying not to let my thoughts go crazy. I didn't need to think about Storm or Nix, or anything. Then, something hit me. My dream. The one of me and Storm arguing. I smiled hugely. I would see him again. Nix was wrong. She was so fucking wrong. But we'd be arguing.. Fuck.
"Hi." A voice said, sitting down next to me. I looked over to see Matt, which kind of surprised me.
"Hi?" I questioned, looking at him suspiciously.
"You look upset." He said softly. I just kind of stared at him.
"I'm sorry." He stated, shocking me hardcore. Why hadn't I seen this in a dream or something?
"I was being a complete asshole that day. I just.. I am an asshole. And I want to apologize. I was way out of line, and I deserved that punch. I shouldn't have pushed you down, though."
"I-It's ok." I stuttered, really taken back.
"Do you wanna go get a drink?" He asked, smiling lightly.
"I, uh, I'm not old enough to drink yet.."
"How old are you?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raised.
"Nineteen." I told him. He laughed.
"Have you ever drunk before?" I shook my head slightly.
"Wow. Well, I'm about to change that. Besides, you look like you could really use a drink right now." He smiled.
"Come on." He said, standing up and outstretching his hand for me to take. Reluctantly, I took it, and allowed him to pull me up. For once, I really didn't know what was going to happen.
Aww. It's ok. I understand.
4/11/13