The Remains of my Wasted Youth
005
Rebecca’s POV
I couldn’t believe I saw Josh…after so many years. To know Max was here as well, that just made me more anxious then I already was. I didn’t know how I felt about everything…I mean the last time I saw any of the boys was 8 years ago, it was like they forgot about me as soon as I left. They didn’t realise how much it hurt, to first lose my dad, then my home and then my bestfriends, I was angry at them for a while, even when I met Alex, Jack and that, but over the years my anger died down thanks to Alex, he became my rock and told me everything, he knew everything about me…except for the stories of these boys. I sigh running a hand through my hair as the stress continues to aggravate me, why is it, that the moment everything is fine between me and Alex and we are not dealing with crazy ex’s or months apart, something comes along and ruins it.
I walk on to the bus to be greeted by a giant hug from Jack.
“Beccalina, save me, Alex is gonna be angry with me.” He cries tightening his grip around me.
“Jack what did you do?” I ask before I hear a yell come from the back room.
“JACK YOU FUCKING DICK.” Comes the loud voice of my angry boyfriend before he emerges in the doorway…his hands covered in pink paint.
“What the fuck? I question looking between Alex and Jack.
“This dipshit here has spilled paint all over the back sofa….look!” he yells before turning round to show his black jeans covered in pink paint at the back. Immediately I burst out laughing before pushing Jack off me and walking towards Alex, into his arms.
“Awww babe, don’t be made at Jack…you know he’s challenged.” I joke before leaning up and planting a small delicate kiss on his lips, he kisses back, the evident anger gone.
“Oit I’m not challenged!” yells back Jack offended. I shoot him a glare that obviously says keep quiet dumbass, and he quickly quietens, sitting on the sofa in a huff.
“So why were you getting dressed up anyway?” I question pointing to his ready done hair and smart outfit (minus the now pink stained pants).
“We got a bus party tonight, Pierce boys are having it.” He replies before walking towards the bunk area.
“Oh, really? Who’s going to be there?” I question nervously.
“errm well obviously pierce boys, horizon, sirens, tonight alive, sixers.” He replies stepping out of his stained jeans.
“You Me At Six?” I question, my heart stopping.
“Yeah, you can meet them tonight.” He replies excitedly.
“Actually I’m not in the mood to party tonight and I haven’t showered or anything,” I mumble in reply, thinking of excuses.
“Oh come on baby, please, you can’t miss the first tour party, you smell and look perfect so it doesn’t matter, please.” He pleads, using the puppy dog eyes that always work on me.
“Alex..” I huff not wanting to give in.
“Please, if you want we can keep to just us two if your not up to meeting anyone tonight…and I promise not to drink too much.” He pleads taking hold of my hands.
“Fine.” I give in causing him to cheer in response. “but gonna have to be a little late, I wanna quick shower before I go.” I reply grabbing some clothes and walking towards the bathroom.
“Anything you want princess.” Calls back Alex slipping into a pair of clean jeans.
I lock myself into the bathroom as my mind races, why the fuck did I agree.
Stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the warm water that cascades down my back, I let my mind wander to my first ever party.
*Flashback*
“Max I don’t know about this.” I question, stepping out of my bathroom in a too short dress and heels.
“Oh come on Rebecca, you’ve never been to a high school party, you’ve got to go sometime.” He replies standing in front of me. I take in his appearance of a white undershirt with an unbuttoned check shirt over the top, with black skinnies and a pair of black converse.
He stares back at me, taking in my outfit.
“You look gorgeous.” He breaths out stunned. I shrug off his compliment and walk forward, luckly being trained to walk in heels.
“I look like a whore.” I huff back pulling my dress down a bit feeling self-conscious.
“No you don’t, you’re the most beautiful sight in the world and tonight I wouldn’t be surprised if all the boys want to dance with you.” He answers back smiling. I feel my heart sink a little at his happy tone, he doesn’t realise he’s the one I want to dance with me.
“Yeah maybe…lets go.” I reply grabbing his arm and leading him out of my house.
***
Throughout the night, I enjoyed myself, dancing with my friends, only having a couple of drinks here and there. I wouldn’t say I was drunk nor sober, I was buzzin meaning I still knew what I was doing…something Max obviously did not as he came stumbling over to me drunk out of his mind.
“BECZ!” he yells stepping forward and wrapping an arm around me causing me to laugh back.
“Yes Maximus.” I question.
“You are so beautiful, and I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now.” He mumbles to me, as I realise we are in the room on our own.
“Do what?” I question.
Slowly Max leans forward and connects our lips, a passionate kiss between us. His lips move against mine, with such power, making me feel weak and breathless underneath his touch. He pulls away as he stares into my eyes, a look on his face I’m unable to read.
“I have loved you for so long Rebecca, and I wish you was mine.” He mumbles quietly staring at me.
“Max, don’t say the things you won’t remember in the morning.” I reply tearfully as I walk away, knowing this happiness wouldn’t last…
*End Of Flashback*
A shiver runs down my spine at the memory, especially at the fact that the kiss Max and I shared was my first ever kissed. I remember how he didn’t remember anything that happened the next morning…how I had pretened that nothing happened…that Max did not give me my first kiss.
I finish washing before hopping out of the shower, wrapping my body in a towel and quickly blow-drying my hair. I left my hair wavy and curly before doing simple make up with red lips. I slipped into my ripped jean shorts, my skull lets party tank and my union jack converse before finishing off the look with my gold heart pendant (a birthday present from Alex) and grabbing my iPhone.
I walked out into the front coming face to face with Alex, the others having already left.
“You look beautiful baby.” He speaks before planting a kiss on the top of my head. “ready to go?” he questions causing me to nod and for him to lead me out the door…
You never know, maybe Max won’t remember me…
I couldn’t believe I saw Josh…after so many years. To know Max was here as well, that just made me more anxious then I already was. I didn’t know how I felt about everything…I mean the last time I saw any of the boys was 8 years ago, it was like they forgot about me as soon as I left. They didn’t realise how much it hurt, to first lose my dad, then my home and then my bestfriends, I was angry at them for a while, even when I met Alex, Jack and that, but over the years my anger died down thanks to Alex, he became my rock and told me everything, he knew everything about me…except for the stories of these boys. I sigh running a hand through my hair as the stress continues to aggravate me, why is it, that the moment everything is fine between me and Alex and we are not dealing with crazy ex’s or months apart, something comes along and ruins it.
I walk on to the bus to be greeted by a giant hug from Jack.
“Beccalina, save me, Alex is gonna be angry with me.” He cries tightening his grip around me.
“Jack what did you do?” I ask before I hear a yell come from the back room.
“JACK YOU FUCKING DICK.” Comes the loud voice of my angry boyfriend before he emerges in the doorway…his hands covered in pink paint.
“What the fuck? I question looking between Alex and Jack.
“This dipshit here has spilled paint all over the back sofa….look!” he yells before turning round to show his black jeans covered in pink paint at the back. Immediately I burst out laughing before pushing Jack off me and walking towards Alex, into his arms.
“Awww babe, don’t be made at Jack…you know he’s challenged.” I joke before leaning up and planting a small delicate kiss on his lips, he kisses back, the evident anger gone.
“Oit I’m not challenged!” yells back Jack offended. I shoot him a glare that obviously says keep quiet dumbass, and he quickly quietens, sitting on the sofa in a huff.
“So why were you getting dressed up anyway?” I question pointing to his ready done hair and smart outfit (minus the now pink stained pants).
“We got a bus party tonight, Pierce boys are having it.” He replies before walking towards the bunk area.
“Oh, really? Who’s going to be there?” I question nervously.
“errm well obviously pierce boys, horizon, sirens, tonight alive, sixers.” He replies stepping out of his stained jeans.
“You Me At Six?” I question, my heart stopping.
“Yeah, you can meet them tonight.” He replies excitedly.
“Actually I’m not in the mood to party tonight and I haven’t showered or anything,” I mumble in reply, thinking of excuses.
“Oh come on baby, please, you can’t miss the first tour party, you smell and look perfect so it doesn’t matter, please.” He pleads, using the puppy dog eyes that always work on me.
“Alex..” I huff not wanting to give in.
“Please, if you want we can keep to just us two if your not up to meeting anyone tonight…and I promise not to drink too much.” He pleads taking hold of my hands.
“Fine.” I give in causing him to cheer in response. “but gonna have to be a little late, I wanna quick shower before I go.” I reply grabbing some clothes and walking towards the bathroom.
“Anything you want princess.” Calls back Alex slipping into a pair of clean jeans.
I lock myself into the bathroom as my mind races, why the fuck did I agree.
Stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the warm water that cascades down my back, I let my mind wander to my first ever party.
*Flashback*
“Max I don’t know about this.” I question, stepping out of my bathroom in a too short dress and heels.
“Oh come on Rebecca, you’ve never been to a high school party, you’ve got to go sometime.” He replies standing in front of me. I take in his appearance of a white undershirt with an unbuttoned check shirt over the top, with black skinnies and a pair of black converse.
He stares back at me, taking in my outfit.
“You look gorgeous.” He breaths out stunned. I shrug off his compliment and walk forward, luckly being trained to walk in heels.
“I look like a whore.” I huff back pulling my dress down a bit feeling self-conscious.
“No you don’t, you’re the most beautiful sight in the world and tonight I wouldn’t be surprised if all the boys want to dance with you.” He answers back smiling. I feel my heart sink a little at his happy tone, he doesn’t realise he’s the one I want to dance with me.
“Yeah maybe…lets go.” I reply grabbing his arm and leading him out of my house.
***
Throughout the night, I enjoyed myself, dancing with my friends, only having a couple of drinks here and there. I wouldn’t say I was drunk nor sober, I was buzzin meaning I still knew what I was doing…something Max obviously did not as he came stumbling over to me drunk out of his mind.
“BECZ!” he yells stepping forward and wrapping an arm around me causing me to laugh back.
“Yes Maximus.” I question.
“You are so beautiful, and I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now.” He mumbles to me, as I realise we are in the room on our own.
“Do what?” I question.
Slowly Max leans forward and connects our lips, a passionate kiss between us. His lips move against mine, with such power, making me feel weak and breathless underneath his touch. He pulls away as he stares into my eyes, a look on his face I’m unable to read.
“I have loved you for so long Rebecca, and I wish you was mine.” He mumbles quietly staring at me.
“Max, don’t say the things you won’t remember in the morning.” I reply tearfully as I walk away, knowing this happiness wouldn’t last…
*End Of Flashback*
A shiver runs down my spine at the memory, especially at the fact that the kiss Max and I shared was my first ever kissed. I remember how he didn’t remember anything that happened the next morning…how I had pretened that nothing happened…that Max did not give me my first kiss.
I finish washing before hopping out of the shower, wrapping my body in a towel and quickly blow-drying my hair. I left my hair wavy and curly before doing simple make up with red lips. I slipped into my ripped jean shorts, my skull lets party tank and my union jack converse before finishing off the look with my gold heart pendant (a birthday present from Alex) and grabbing my iPhone.
I walked out into the front coming face to face with Alex, the others having already left.
“You look beautiful baby.” He speaks before planting a kiss on the top of my head. “ready to go?” he questions causing me to nod and for him to lead me out the door…
You never know, maybe Max won’t remember me…
Notes
Okay I know I left this a while but been going through a lot of shit lately, have just has no motivation for anything so yeah....but I got some today and I might update later if your lucky and if enough people have gave me some thoughts...sorry if this is shit...please let me know thoughtsRebecca's Party outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=93388079
I just started reading a few days ago, and I'd def read more! Love it!
2/28/17