Crooked Young
Hiding From The Truth
KARINA'S POV
Eyeliner. It was the devil's best form of torture. It was popcorn kernel stuck in your throat. It was the high pitched noise you could hear but not place. It was-
"Karina, I think your date has arrived!" My dad yelled.
Nodding to myself in the mirror, I allowed my eyes to gaze over my reflection once more. I made sure my smokey eyeshadow hadn't fallen down my face, my eyeliner wasn't smudged and my dark red lipstick was still within the lines of my lips. Okay, here we go.
Trotting down the stairs with great apprehension, I gave Owen a polite, slight smile as he entered. My dad shut the door loudly, causing Owen to nearly flip out of his Hollister shirt and hit the roof. Thankfully, however, his shoulders just jolted a little and a surprised blush came across his face.
"I do not want you returning late," my dad said to me, but his finger was solidly pointing towards my partially terrified 'date'. "No alcohol, no drugs, and no breaking the law."
"I know," I assured him, but he seemed completely unconvinced. Tucking a curl behind my ear, I said my goodbyes before pushing Owen out the door, slightly scared in case he burst into tears whilst still in the presence of my dad. The door shut behind us, and a gentle blow of wind welcomed us into the evening air.
"You look gorgeous tonight, Karina," Owen said shyly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. We stopped on front of a black 4x4, and he whipped out a set of keys. "I'm borrowing my mum's car," he informed me, "mine has a flat tyre."
Opening the door and sliding myself on to the cold leather seat, I yanked my dress down a bit and clipped myself in. When the engine started, and Owen's fingers wrapped themselves around the large black steering wheel, the radio burst into life. Playing was a song unfamiliar to me, but it was slow and soothing and perfectly fitting for the moment. I inhaled the fresh scent of the immaculately clean car and turned to look out of the window, watching houses fly by as we drove towards the party.
After a while, houses were no longer houses. They had faded into the night and became silhouettes of squares and triangles. The drive to the party was a mere 20 minutes, so I enjoyed watching this spectacle unfold before me.
"We're here," Owen said, killing the ignition. I glanced down at my black shoes, taking a deep breathe, and then averted my gaze to the house. It seemed fairly quiet, but there were a few signs that a party was being held. Firstly, on the porch, two girls were consoling one another through shaky breathes and distorted visions. Secondly, if you listened hard, you could faintly hear the thumping of dance music. Thirdly, and this one took me a moment to notice, there were two shadows in one window - I was extremely thankful they were that and nothing more.
Owen seemed fractionally as nervous as me. He opened the door to the house, a smile gracing his face as he did so, and stepped aside to let me in first. The music suddenly became a whole lot louder, and the smell of weed lingered in the air.
"Let's get something to drink," he said in my ear, wrapping his arm around me. I complied, because I really had no other choice, and let him lead me off. I had decided that letting Owen be nice to me was not a bad thing, and that it would probably be best if I just went with the flow. After all, I was certain that my dad would be proud to know I was dating such a boy.
The house had three levels, and each one was for those at a different stage of 'off their face'. Level one was the basement, for those just joining or having to return to parents once the night was over. The second was the ground floor - this was where you found those in desperate need of more alcohol every ten seconds. They seemed to stay there as the kitchen served as the good base for finding drink. The third was upstairs - this was where you either a) passed out or b) had sex.
Thanking Owen for my can of Coke, we made our way downstairs. The smell of smoke intensified, and my lungs began to whine at the strain. On the far side of the room, with his head down and his eyes fixed on his shoes, was Tony. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't chatting and laughing. He was just standing.
"Owen!" Clapped a loud voice followed by an echo of hoots and screams. Before I could let my eyes permanently fix themselves onto Tony, I was being dragged towards a large group of people gathered around an aging brown couch.
Owen intertwined our fingers and then sat down, causing me to fall down next to him. The couch deflated below me, and I happily sunk back into it. The group welcomed us all warmly, despite the fact that nobody knew who I was.
Conversation about the upcoming football game was soon in full swing, leaving me to assess the people around me. Most of them seemed cheery, but not drunk. One girl, who I think was called Angie, kept patting my knee. I didn't know what she was trying to achieve, if anything, but it made me a little uncomfortable.
"Since when are you a lesbian?" Questioned a raspy voice in my ear. Thankful to hear someone I really knew, I turned round and poked Mike in the stomach.
"Shut up," I laughed, untangling my hand with Owen's so I could face Mike entirely. He chuckled, tossing a small bag of weed over my head, and then knelt down. He rested his folded arms on the back of the couch, face inches from mine.
"What you drinkin'?" He asked me lowly.
I slowly tilted my head, moving closer to his ear. "Coke."
Mike laughed casually and stood back up, stretching himself out a little. He glanced over his shoulder for a second and then twisted back towards me, eyes small with thought.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said dismissively, licking his lips and remaining in his own head for a moment. "I'll catch up with you later. You look hot tonight, by the way. Don't tell Tony I said that though," he winked.
Tony? Why would Tony care? Before I could quiz Mike, he had disappeared. I huffed to myself and slumped down, rolling back round to face the group. It soon became evident what was going on - I had ended up in some sort of drug circle, and the bong was rapidly making its way towards me.
Moving it away from his mouth, Owen laughed softly. Or at least the thumping music made it seem soft. "Damn, that's good."
He held it out to me, eyebrows raised as he waited for me to take it. The longer I remained still, the more people began to focus on me. I swallowed thickly, trying to muster up the courage to decline, but just couldn't. Instead, I mumbled something along the lines of "sorry" and then leaped up off the old couch, carefully stepping over the people that were sitting on the floor.
Weaving through the crowd, I eventually found an empty corner where I could stand. I fell back against the wall, my head resting next to a framed picture of a small boy and a puppy. The song changed, a fast tempo dubstep number rattling the ground.
Letting my eyes float around the room, I soon (accidentally) located Tony. He was talking to Mike, a small smile tugging his lips upward. I admired his attire - black jeans, a black and red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black snap back. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail up and down his tall figure, admiring his strong build.
TONY'S POV
"She's staring."
"No she's not."
"She is, she's checking you out."
"Fuck off."
"I'm serious."
"Have you even spoken to someone since we got here?"
I inhaled, scratching the back of my neck and shrugging shamefully. Mike scoffed something under his breathe, looking over my shoulder to where I assumed Karina was. Part of me wanted to storm over and push her up against the wall and kiss her so passionately tha-
"Come on," Mike said, discretely tugging on the side of my shirt. He moved past me and headed through the crowd, gesturing for me to follow. I reluctantly shuffled behind him, and we soon ended up at the other side of the room, Karina's massive blue eyes landing on us.
KARINA'S POV
"Hey guys," I smiled, pleased to see people I actually enjoyed being around.
"Look after this one for me?" Asked Mike, pushing Tony towards me. "He gets a bit anti social in big crowds."
Mike winked at me once again, punching Tony in the arm before sauntering off with his neck craned to see over the sea of heads. I turned my attention to Tony, his beautiful brown eyes already watching me.
"You here with Owen tonight?" He questioned.
"Yeah. Did you come with Mike?"
He nodded, lips pursed as he rolled back and forth on his feet. An awkward silence fell - both of us too bashful to say anything. I searched for something, anything, but it all just seemed silly. How's the weather? Do you like burgers? Have you ever watched The Breakfast Club? I looked up, my eyes locking with Tony's, and we stared at each other a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Sorry," he groaned, covering his hand with his face. It was odd seeing him like that - so open, so quiet.
"Don't worry about it," I giggled, trying to hold back a burning blush. Tony came and stood against the wall with me, his hand brushing mine ever so slightly.
Leaning down to reach my ear, his warm breath fanned down the back of my neck. "Don't go home with Owen, he's an asshole."
Trying to keep my composure, I clenched my jaw and stared straight ahead. This only lasted a matter of seconds before curiosity got the better of me. "Why? I sort of have to, we're on a 'date' right now. Well, that's what my dad thinks."
"He's telling everyone you're seeing each other," Tony said, barely above a whisper. "I'll take you home, just say you got a taxi because he fell ill."
"Tony-"
"I'll get on my knees and beg," he said, lips brushing against my skin.
"Like you're going to make me later on, right?" I asked, amusement in my voice. I couldn't help the fact I had a childish, dirty mind. Tony's breathy laugh heated up my neck, raising goosebumps. "I don't want to ditch him. I'd feel so bad."
Tony moved so that he was on front of me, one hand running up my side. Once half way up my back, he pulled me closer to him so that our chests were touching.
"Stop acting like he's the right choice. You fall in love with people your heart desires, not your people your brain deems safe."
Tony pulled away, leaving me feeling cold from the absence of his hot embrace. I blinked hard as I watched him move through the crowd. He was right, but I couldn't let myself believe it at the time. It seemed far too absurd to comprehend.
Eyeliner. It was the devil's best form of torture. It was popcorn kernel stuck in your throat. It was the high pitched noise you could hear but not place. It was-
"Karina, I think your date has arrived!" My dad yelled.
Nodding to myself in the mirror, I allowed my eyes to gaze over my reflection once more. I made sure my smokey eyeshadow hadn't fallen down my face, my eyeliner wasn't smudged and my dark red lipstick was still within the lines of my lips. Okay, here we go.
Trotting down the stairs with great apprehension, I gave Owen a polite, slight smile as he entered. My dad shut the door loudly, causing Owen to nearly flip out of his Hollister shirt and hit the roof. Thankfully, however, his shoulders just jolted a little and a surprised blush came across his face.
"I do not want you returning late," my dad said to me, but his finger was solidly pointing towards my partially terrified 'date'. "No alcohol, no drugs, and no breaking the law."
"I know," I assured him, but he seemed completely unconvinced. Tucking a curl behind my ear, I said my goodbyes before pushing Owen out the door, slightly scared in case he burst into tears whilst still in the presence of my dad. The door shut behind us, and a gentle blow of wind welcomed us into the evening air.
"You look gorgeous tonight, Karina," Owen said shyly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. We stopped on front of a black 4x4, and he whipped out a set of keys. "I'm borrowing my mum's car," he informed me, "mine has a flat tyre."
Opening the door and sliding myself on to the cold leather seat, I yanked my dress down a bit and clipped myself in. When the engine started, and Owen's fingers wrapped themselves around the large black steering wheel, the radio burst into life. Playing was a song unfamiliar to me, but it was slow and soothing and perfectly fitting for the moment. I inhaled the fresh scent of the immaculately clean car and turned to look out of the window, watching houses fly by as we drove towards the party.
After a while, houses were no longer houses. They had faded into the night and became silhouettes of squares and triangles. The drive to the party was a mere 20 minutes, so I enjoyed watching this spectacle unfold before me.
"We're here," Owen said, killing the ignition. I glanced down at my black shoes, taking a deep breathe, and then averted my gaze to the house. It seemed fairly quiet, but there were a few signs that a party was being held. Firstly, on the porch, two girls were consoling one another through shaky breathes and distorted visions. Secondly, if you listened hard, you could faintly hear the thumping of dance music. Thirdly, and this one took me a moment to notice, there were two shadows in one window - I was extremely thankful they were that and nothing more.
Owen seemed fractionally as nervous as me. He opened the door to the house, a smile gracing his face as he did so, and stepped aside to let me in first. The music suddenly became a whole lot louder, and the smell of weed lingered in the air.
"Let's get something to drink," he said in my ear, wrapping his arm around me. I complied, because I really had no other choice, and let him lead me off. I had decided that letting Owen be nice to me was not a bad thing, and that it would probably be best if I just went with the flow. After all, I was certain that my dad would be proud to know I was dating such a boy.
The house had three levels, and each one was for those at a different stage of 'off their face'. Level one was the basement, for those just joining or having to return to parents once the night was over. The second was the ground floor - this was where you found those in desperate need of more alcohol every ten seconds. They seemed to stay there as the kitchen served as the good base for finding drink. The third was upstairs - this was where you either a) passed out or b) had sex.
Thanking Owen for my can of Coke, we made our way downstairs. The smell of smoke intensified, and my lungs began to whine at the strain. On the far side of the room, with his head down and his eyes fixed on his shoes, was Tony. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't chatting and laughing. He was just standing.
"Owen!" Clapped a loud voice followed by an echo of hoots and screams. Before I could let my eyes permanently fix themselves onto Tony, I was being dragged towards a large group of people gathered around an aging brown couch.
Owen intertwined our fingers and then sat down, causing me to fall down next to him. The couch deflated below me, and I happily sunk back into it. The group welcomed us all warmly, despite the fact that nobody knew who I was.
Conversation about the upcoming football game was soon in full swing, leaving me to assess the people around me. Most of them seemed cheery, but not drunk. One girl, who I think was called Angie, kept patting my knee. I didn't know what she was trying to achieve, if anything, but it made me a little uncomfortable.
"Since when are you a lesbian?" Questioned a raspy voice in my ear. Thankful to hear someone I really knew, I turned round and poked Mike in the stomach.
"Shut up," I laughed, untangling my hand with Owen's so I could face Mike entirely. He chuckled, tossing a small bag of weed over my head, and then knelt down. He rested his folded arms on the back of the couch, face inches from mine.
"What you drinkin'?" He asked me lowly.
I slowly tilted my head, moving closer to his ear. "Coke."
Mike laughed casually and stood back up, stretching himself out a little. He glanced over his shoulder for a second and then twisted back towards me, eyes small with thought.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said dismissively, licking his lips and remaining in his own head for a moment. "I'll catch up with you later. You look hot tonight, by the way. Don't tell Tony I said that though," he winked.
Tony? Why would Tony care? Before I could quiz Mike, he had disappeared. I huffed to myself and slumped down, rolling back round to face the group. It soon became evident what was going on - I had ended up in some sort of drug circle, and the bong was rapidly making its way towards me.
Moving it away from his mouth, Owen laughed softly. Or at least the thumping music made it seem soft. "Damn, that's good."
He held it out to me, eyebrows raised as he waited for me to take it. The longer I remained still, the more people began to focus on me. I swallowed thickly, trying to muster up the courage to decline, but just couldn't. Instead, I mumbled something along the lines of "sorry" and then leaped up off the old couch, carefully stepping over the people that were sitting on the floor.
Weaving through the crowd, I eventually found an empty corner where I could stand. I fell back against the wall, my head resting next to a framed picture of a small boy and a puppy. The song changed, a fast tempo dubstep number rattling the ground.
Letting my eyes float around the room, I soon (accidentally) located Tony. He was talking to Mike, a small smile tugging his lips upward. I admired his attire - black jeans, a black and red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a black snap back. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail up and down his tall figure, admiring his strong build.
TONY'S POV
"She's staring."
"No she's not."
"She is, she's checking you out."
"Fuck off."
"I'm serious."
"Have you even spoken to someone since we got here?"
I inhaled, scratching the back of my neck and shrugging shamefully. Mike scoffed something under his breathe, looking over my shoulder to where I assumed Karina was. Part of me wanted to storm over and push her up against the wall and kiss her so passionately tha-
"Come on," Mike said, discretely tugging on the side of my shirt. He moved past me and headed through the crowd, gesturing for me to follow. I reluctantly shuffled behind him, and we soon ended up at the other side of the room, Karina's massive blue eyes landing on us.
KARINA'S POV
"Hey guys," I smiled, pleased to see people I actually enjoyed being around.
"Look after this one for me?" Asked Mike, pushing Tony towards me. "He gets a bit anti social in big crowds."
Mike winked at me once again, punching Tony in the arm before sauntering off with his neck craned to see over the sea of heads. I turned my attention to Tony, his beautiful brown eyes already watching me.
"You here with Owen tonight?" He questioned.
"Yeah. Did you come with Mike?"
He nodded, lips pursed as he rolled back and forth on his feet. An awkward silence fell - both of us too bashful to say anything. I searched for something, anything, but it all just seemed silly. How's the weather? Do you like burgers? Have you ever watched The Breakfast Club? I looked up, my eyes locking with Tony's, and we stared at each other a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Sorry," he groaned, covering his hand with his face. It was odd seeing him like that - so open, so quiet.
"Don't worry about it," I giggled, trying to hold back a burning blush. Tony came and stood against the wall with me, his hand brushing mine ever so slightly.
Leaning down to reach my ear, his warm breath fanned down the back of my neck. "Don't go home with Owen, he's an asshole."
Trying to keep my composure, I clenched my jaw and stared straight ahead. This only lasted a matter of seconds before curiosity got the better of me. "Why? I sort of have to, we're on a 'date' right now. Well, that's what my dad thinks."
"He's telling everyone you're seeing each other," Tony said, barely above a whisper. "I'll take you home, just say you got a taxi because he fell ill."
"Tony-"
"I'll get on my knees and beg," he said, lips brushing against my skin.
"Like you're going to make me later on, right?" I asked, amusement in my voice. I couldn't help the fact I had a childish, dirty mind. Tony's breathy laugh heated up my neck, raising goosebumps. "I don't want to ditch him. I'd feel so bad."
Tony moved so that he was on front of me, one hand running up my side. Once half way up my back, he pulled me closer to him so that our chests were touching.
"Stop acting like he's the right choice. You fall in love with people your heart desires, not your people your brain deems safe."
Tony pulled away, leaving me feeling cold from the absence of his hot embrace. I blinked hard as I watched him move through the crowd. He was right, but I couldn't let myself believe it at the time. It seemed far too absurd to comprehend.
Notes
TONY YOU FUCKING ADORABLE SHIT YOU
SUP.
sorry for disappearing xD school work is killer right now!
this is a reasonable update though, eh?
LOVE YOU GUYS
OMFG <3
7/6/15