Blush

Amber POV

In the weeks following the Jeff Calloway incident, Brian and I took steps back from our hesitant almost friendship back to general animosity, much to the annoyance of everyone else. We were all in Matt's backyard, lounging in and around the pool, Brian pointedly ignoring me, which was fine in my book.
"Hey, Amber, throw me a beer, will you?" Johnny called from the pool. I reached into the cooler beside me to grab it, but instead of ice, my hand collided with someone else's.
"Already on it, princess." Brian sneered, slipping his hand, which was holding a bottle, out of the cooler and throwing it to Johnny.
"I could've gotten that myself." I pointed out, pushing my sunglasses up my nose.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Whenever people try to help you, it's extremely offensive and totally rude of them. Sorry." Brian rolled his eyes and slammed the cooler shut. He leaned over me, blocking the sun and my view of the other people in the yard. "Hey, you know what's a bitch? Other than you."
"What?" I snarled, not in the mood for one of his games.
"Payback." He muttered against my ear, cheek resting against mine, long fingers lifting up my swimsuit and dropping two ice cubes down between my cleavage.
"Shit!" I cried, regretting wearing my one piece because now, the ice was pressed against my stomach. "Asshole." I pushed him away, as hard as I could. Brian toppled backwards into the pool, directly on Zack, who was floating around on his back.
"Jesus Christ! Brian, fuck!" Zack yelled when he untangled his limbs from Brian's.
"She pushed me!" Brian said indignantly, pointing a finger at me. Zack shot me a look. I blew him a kiss and flipped off Brian, who'd started sticking his tongue out at me when Zack glared.
"Can you guys be civil, or do we need to set up a timeout?" Matt sighed, exasperated.
I shrugged. "I'm fine. I'm capable of being mature. Brian, on the other hand-"
"You put ice in my swimsuit first! Karma." Brian snapped, shaking water out of his hair, jagged stripes of black sticking to his cheeks and forehead.
"Two fucking weeks ago, Brian. Can you guys fucking let it go? I'm tired of the goddamn whining. Both of you, go inside, and you can't come out until you've made up." Jimmy growled.
Brian scowled. "You can't make us go in there, and you can't keep us in there."
"Val will drag you both by the ears, and lock the damn door until you say you're good. Got it?"
I groaned. "Whatever, Jimbo." Val hoisted herself and Brian out of the water, herding us to the house, shoving us inside and clicking the lock. Brian moved to one side of the room, glaring at me with his bare arms crossed against his inked chest. I kept my back against the door, posture similar. Neither one of us spoke.
"You're a bitch." He stated after a minute of silence, shifting his weight onto his left foot.
"Is that it?"
"No. You're ob-fucking-noxious. You're ridiculously independent. You're an idiot. You don't know when to stop. You can't let shit go." Brian listed, stepping closer with every word, arms sliding down to ball into fists at his sides, until he had me crowded against the door, close enough that I could feel his breath.
"That's the worst you've got?"
Brian braced his arms on either side of my head, pressing his body against mine so I was trapped between him and the door. "Fuck off." He clashed his lips against mine, frantic and furious and not all that comfortable.
I pulled away as much as I could, which wasn't far. I could still feel the warmth of his mouth on mine. "The hell are you doing, Haner?" I panted roughly.
"Anything to get you to shut the hell up." Brian pressed his mouth to mine again, a flurry of tiny bites and teeth clashing. This wasn't a "kiss and make up". This was a "I'm taking my anger out on you, and maybe after, we'll feel better". His arms moved from beside my head to grip the sides of my jaw, hips pressed against mine. I raked my nails down his chest, eliciting a groan against my mouth, and let my hands clench the still damp fabric of the waistband of his swim trunks. Brian's fingers slid and knotted into my wet hair, pulling just enough to hurt, and I bit his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of copper. His hands tightened in my hair, and he slid his mouth down to my neck, biting and pressing hot kisses into the indent ion below my jaw. I threw my head back, banging it against the door, moving my hands to knot behind his neck.
"Everything okay in there?" Val's voice was muffled through the door. I pushed Brian off of me, jiggling the doorknob.
"We're good. Let me out."

Jimmy POV

Brian and Amber didn't come out for ten minutes, and when they returned to the yard, I was shell shocked. I dug an elbow into Matt. "Guys! Look at them." I whisper-yelled. Zack and Johnny followed our gaze.
Amber had a line of angry red bruises trailing down her neck, lips red and swollen. She looked pissed, walking stiffly, hands in fists. Brian looked a little better, managing to escape from whatever happened in the house with only a flushed face, disheveled hair, and a chest full of scratch marks.
"What the fuck." Zack murmured, jaw slack. Val came over and smiled at Matt.
"Told you."
Matt rolled his eyes and glanced back over to Amber and Brian, who were sitting stiffly in chairs that were on opposite sides of the yard.
"What the fuck." Zack reiterated.

Notes

I'm sorry it's short. Not that much, though. I've had a busy day, and I'm tired, but I figured I'd update this tonight, and A Taste of Something New within the next couple days. Thanks for any and all feedback, I really appreciate it.