cecily

THE WORDS CUT, and suddenly it feels as through the bullet wound in his stomach as reopened at least temporarily, or emotionally. who knows. he can’t place the feeling. he’s lost. in her expression, and it feels as though he can’t be anything but honest while  he looks at her ( all he wants to do is hide ) “ come on ce, you saw me equally as infrequently when i was at school with dal… ” because he feels bad about it, he can see it in the way she speaks as if emotions were WORDS AND COLORS prominent in front of him. it hurt her. it’d been painful for him too… being away from her, not knowing if she was okay but ——- he’d put that all aside with the excuse that he was protecting her. “ i’m sorry ce… i’m so sorry. ” he leans in a little, pressing his forehead lightly against hers. “ i’m sorry. ”

( honestly he had noticed the chairs earlier but he was pretty sure it wasn’t just vomit ) not that it mattered right now, just soft nods as he listened to her, a small squeeze of her hand as he made sure that she was really okay. she was close a little too close. that fact didn’t register until he felt her hand touch his face, an action that had him pulling away for a moment, before settling into the touch, closing his eyes briefly at the warmth. “ anytime ce. ” he hums quietly. turning his head a little to kiss her hand for a second before letting out a breath. it’s the first time since he’s gotten back that anything’s been soft. IT’S NICE. even if they’re both probably too drunk to remember this later. 

“Just mentally planning your murder,” Delilah informed before she tucked her menthol between her plum red lips, sucking in a light toke. “No biggie.” Flashing only the smallest hint of a smile in order to indicate that she was joking, Delilah lowered herself down with all the delicate poise of a pale white swan paddling on a jet black lake, slim legs tucked up beneath her without a care to the fact the gravel bit at her kneecaps. “You seem kind of morose or something. Did your gerbil die?”

She can’t help but laugh at the girl’s bluntness.  Bright eyes look at the girl but as she gives her what Cecily believes is a smile  she smiles back. “Oh well isn’t that nice?” As the other girl sits she goes back to moving her legs in the water. “What would you do if my gerbil actually did die huh?”

“I was just,” she started, quickly shaking her head. Angelica was somewhat embarrassed of what she’d been thinking, but she opened up about it, anyway. “It’s just… your hair. I’ve never seen something so healthy.” Nodding her head, she brought her sleeves around her wrists into her palms, crushing the fabric in fists. “My mother’s a stylist.” 

it was strange, takes him a moment to muster up walking over to her and sitting himself down so he was next to her, she’d been good a moment ago. these lulls were something he was accustomed to, having to filter through them all the time himself, it’s instinctive, an arm goes around her and he kisses the top of her head, “  let’s take a break then yeah, ” he adds, as if they aren’t doing that already, with his free hand he reaches over and takes hers, “ did something happen ce ? ” she’d been pretty much hanging out with one guy all night from what he’d seen… if the man had hurt her —-

the noise helps to drown out the attention flickering around. as he watches her drink, “ nothin’ ” it’s QUIET despite the super loud music and bustling crowds, he’s glad she’s happy… it’s the situation that’s strange to him. “ y’want a refill ? ”

“ that one’s easy ce, you’re far more precious. ” 

wes smirks as he follows the other through the crowd, laughing at cecily’s frustration. “you ever played pong?”

“Stop laughing, it’s real shitty being this short ya know.” Though she continues to laugh herself. Turning so she can face him, Cecily nods. “Ping pong, no but beer pong yeah... though I may be a little rusty.”

“oh. that’s chill.” wes shrugs, taking a sip of his juice. “want to go outside, anyway? or, like, somewhere less crowded?”

She rolls her lips slightly before nodding. “Yeah I do.” It was as simple as that as she made her way trying to reach the backdoor. “Holy shit move people.”

wes shakes his head. “don’t worry about it. i’ll get it replaced myself.” he shrugs his shoulders. “anyway. want to go outside with me? smoke?”

Brows furrow, as she slides down. “ I’m really sorry Wes.” Cecily nods in response though, rocking slightly “ I don’t really smoke much anymore Wes, I mean I never smoke smokes but I haven’t been that into weed lately.”

wes’s brows furrow at the other’s response. “you know who fucked up my board? who?” he questions, tone serious. “did your fucking brother break my board?”

She tucks her hair behind her ears, eyebrows raise as she nods. “I’m sorry Wes, but Dalton made me promise not to tell. I really am sorry, I’ll get you another if you want, I’ve got some extra rainy day funds laying around.”

“i don’t know. my grandparents died before i was born and, like, i just never had to be around old people.” wes shrugs his shoulders. “last year’s parties were wild. i’m pretty sure my diving board got fucked up at the last one.”

She laughs at the memory of his broken diving board, a vivd picture of her brother doing what he called a piggy back can opener either way both him and whoever was on his back had brusies for weeks. “I know exactly who did that! And that was right after Dalton caught us while my dad was one a weekend assignment. I couldn’t look him in the eyes for weeks.”

“that’s why i try to stay as far away from old people as possible.” wes responds. “c'mon, i’d never poison anyone. that shit’s fucked.” he takes a sip of his juice. “fuck, i don’t even … ha, i forgot about those things. but, uh, it’s been a while.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Now that’s a little fucked.”  Swinging her legs slightly she takes another drink. “Best part of last year was your parties swear to god without them I probably would’ve been stuck in my room my entire life.”

“i would’ve woken her up and gone the fuck home. that sounds extra as fuck.” wes responds, shaking his head. “but, that? it’s jungle juice. you’re not supposed to know what’s in it.”

“It wasn’t even me trying to be nice, I just really didn’t want to be that close to a potential dead body.” She chuckles slightly before squinting her eyes at it. “And this is why I think you’ve poisoned me.” Taking another sip she leans back. “When was the last time you threw a party this big? Was it before someone tried to belly flop off your diving board or before the movie theater fiasco?”

wes shakes his head, his smirk not fading in the slightest. “don’t worry about it. i shouldn’t have stayed that late, anyway. i was in the wrong.”

“There have been other people that have stayed way longer than you did, I stayed open until midnight once because this old lady feel asleep and I was too afraid to check if she was still breathing.” Cecily takes another sip making a slight face again. “By the way, what the hell is in this?”

wes brings the cooler of jungle juice closer to the edge of the table before pouring some of its contents into a red solo cup. “enjoy.” he smirks, handing cecily the cup. “oh, yeah? maybe it’s just ‘cause there’s so many people. i don’t know. but, yeah, now that you mention it, it does feel bigger.”

Taking the cup from him she brings it to her lips, the bitterness over powered by whatever else he had mixed into his jungle juice. Matching his smirk she lifts herself back onto his counter. “Yeah maybe...Also, like sorry for being a total bitch at the store yesterday...I shouldn’t have I’m an adult and shit now.”