Save Me
That Was Beautiful...
VIC’S POINT OF VIEW
I lay back on my bed as I strum my guitar to Hold On Till May. I can’t get that voice out of my head. The way she closed her eyes while she sang. She looked relaxed. Her voice was so beautiful. She’s so beautiful. For some strange reason, I want to be with Tiffany right now. I miss her.
I shake my head. Vic stop! She’s your bestfriend. Don’t think of her like that! Stop!
I continue to play my guitar until I hear a knock on my door. “Vic!” And it’s my little bro, Mike. “There’s tons of beer!” he shouts. I quickly sit up and rush to open my bedroom door. And there he is, smiling. “Drink up bro.” He hands me a beer can. I grab it and my eyes are wondering around behind him. Usually when he brings out the beer, people are over. And when people are over, Tiff’s here. I know Mike’s looking at me.
“She’s not here.” Mike finally says. I nod, acting like I know. And we walk together to the backyard.
The first thing that happens is Dave giving me a shot glass. I chuckle, “Thanks man.” He nods, “We gon’ party tonight!!” I chug it and he hands me more.
I know I took at least 13 shots the past 15 minutes, and I’m feeling funny. I start laughing and Dave starts laughing. I notice Daniel and he’s giggling sitting next to Jaslin. I look behind me, and my eyes see the sight of Tiffany.. I shake my head to see clearly and I was just kidding myself. She’s not here. I gaze relentlessly at where I thought she was, and think about her smile. And that voice.
“Vic! Hey!” I hear someone say that makes me loose my gaze. I turn around and it’s just Jaslin. I smile and greet her with a hug.
“So, how are you? You look great!” Jaslin exclaims. She’s a Latina brunette, in a tight black dress and probably wearing the highest heels ever, and she’s smiling at me. She’s pretty. But, honestly, I’m not into that..
“Thanks! I’m great! How are you?” My head is spinning. “That’s good! I’m great too. How’s touring??” she says. I chug the can that’s in my hand and answer her. “Tour’s good. It’s good. How’s your… Work. Thing.” I say, totally unsure of what I’m saying. And yet, I’m still thinking of Tiff. “I’m a model..” I think I hear Jaslin say. “Oh that’s right! That’s cool!” And I burst into laughter. She’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Well, it was nice talking to you..” And she walks off, glancing back at me as she does. And I’m still laughing.
I’m laughing for no reason. I walk back into the house, stumbling, and ignoring everything, and trying not to fall onto the floor, I catch myself walking the way to Tiff’s.
I pound loudly on the door. Wait, why am I here? To see her.. The door swings open and I can see her beautiful face staring worriedly at me.
“Vic, have you been drinking too much again?” I hear that voice ask me. I nod stumbling onto her and she catches me. “It’s a boys night.” I whisper before it becomes dark…
I wake and I still feel kind of drunk. But, I’m stable now. I look up to the ceilling, then to my sides. I’m laying on Tiffany’s bed. And she’s not here.
Dammit. What have I gotten into!? I sit up and check my phone. I’ve got excessive calls and text from Mike and the boys. I quickly text Mike reassuring him that I’m fine and here at Tiff’s.
Then, Tiff comes walking in with water and a Advil bottle. She smiles broadly at me as she hands me two pills and the water. I relentlessly take it and look down to the floor. She sits beside me and watches me. “You’re staring at me. Why?” I question her.
“Well.” she starts and I hear the sarcasm coming. “You did come stumbling to my house intoxicated and you knocked out right when I opened the door for you.” I smirk with a chuckle, “Yeah. Okay.” And she chuckles. Her chuckles cute. It’s different from how other people sound like.
I feel her still watching me. I look up to her and grin. She smiles back with those front top teeth showing. Her hair’s up in a ponytail, and she’s rocking a black muscle tee with blue sweatpants. I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra. “Are you okay Vic? I’ve been worried about you. Are you drinking because of Samantha?”
This headache’s killing me. “No, no.” I shake my head.
“Well, you know you can talk to me about it.” she grabs my left hand.
I feel her hand gesturing me and I like that. “I know.” I look at her and a big smile comes across my face. “I did like her.”
She nods her head understanding, but knowing that there’s a but to it. “She was jealous.”
She chuckles a bit. “Of what?! It’s you. You’re awesome.”
“That’s probably why.” I say sarcastically. Tiff chuckles at me. “No. She just um. She was jealous of.. Well.” I’m stuttering. “Of you.” She stares at me with her jaw dropped. “What… No. Why?”
I nod my head repeatedly. “Yes. She was jealous of our bond/relationship whatever.”
“That’s crazy. I’m sorry Vic.” She hugs me tightly and I’m squeezing back.
I couldn’t tell Tiff that Samantha thought something was going on between us and that is why we kind of broke up. I denied it the whole time up until yesterday.
“Tiff…” I say softly watching her. She lays back on the bed and I follow. “Yes Vicster?” I chuckle a smile as I face her. “You have a beautiful voice. I don’t understand why you don’t show it off.”
She chuckles with red cheeks? Woah! She is! “Well, Vic, I’m not really into singing as much as you are and it’s just a whatever thing. But, thank you very much. You do also.” And I chuckle smiling.
It goes silent for a bit till I speak. “You’re beautiful.” I say getting the string of her hair, that’s on her face, out of her face, and putting it behind her ear. She’s grinning and turning a bit red, “Why do you say that?” she wonders, still grinning. “Because it’s true.” I simply say.
We gaze at each other passively as our grins slowly start to fade and I feel my face going closer to hers. It’s happening, and I don’t want to stop.
I feel those soft lip of hers moving with mine, in all the right motions and I lay my hand on her face to embrace it. She’s truly beautiful.
“Tiff!!!!” Tanya shouts from outside her bedroom door. We brake our kiss and look to the door. I stare at her and she does back. I see her face and I can’t tell her mood.
What just happened?
I lay back on my bed as I strum my guitar to Hold On Till May. I can’t get that voice out of my head. The way she closed her eyes while she sang. She looked relaxed. Her voice was so beautiful. She’s so beautiful. For some strange reason, I want to be with Tiffany right now. I miss her.
I shake my head. Vic stop! She’s your bestfriend. Don’t think of her like that! Stop!
I continue to play my guitar until I hear a knock on my door. “Vic!” And it’s my little bro, Mike. “There’s tons of beer!” he shouts. I quickly sit up and rush to open my bedroom door. And there he is, smiling. “Drink up bro.” He hands me a beer can. I grab it and my eyes are wondering around behind him. Usually when he brings out the beer, people are over. And when people are over, Tiff’s here. I know Mike’s looking at me.
“She’s not here.” Mike finally says. I nod, acting like I know. And we walk together to the backyard.
The first thing that happens is Dave giving me a shot glass. I chuckle, “Thanks man.” He nods, “We gon’ party tonight!!” I chug it and he hands me more.
I know I took at least 13 shots the past 15 minutes, and I’m feeling funny. I start laughing and Dave starts laughing. I notice Daniel and he’s giggling sitting next to Jaslin. I look behind me, and my eyes see the sight of Tiffany.. I shake my head to see clearly and I was just kidding myself. She’s not here. I gaze relentlessly at where I thought she was, and think about her smile. And that voice.
“Vic! Hey!” I hear someone say that makes me loose my gaze. I turn around and it’s just Jaslin. I smile and greet her with a hug.
“So, how are you? You look great!” Jaslin exclaims. She’s a Latina brunette, in a tight black dress and probably wearing the highest heels ever, and she’s smiling at me. She’s pretty. But, honestly, I’m not into that..
“Thanks! I’m great! How are you?” My head is spinning. “That’s good! I’m great too. How’s touring??” she says. I chug the can that’s in my hand and answer her. “Tour’s good. It’s good. How’s your… Work. Thing.” I say, totally unsure of what I’m saying. And yet, I’m still thinking of Tiff. “I’m a model..” I think I hear Jaslin say. “Oh that’s right! That’s cool!” And I burst into laughter. She’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Well, it was nice talking to you..” And she walks off, glancing back at me as she does. And I’m still laughing.
I’m laughing for no reason. I walk back into the house, stumbling, and ignoring everything, and trying not to fall onto the floor, I catch myself walking the way to Tiff’s.
I pound loudly on the door. Wait, why am I here? To see her.. The door swings open and I can see her beautiful face staring worriedly at me.
“Vic, have you been drinking too much again?” I hear that voice ask me. I nod stumbling onto her and she catches me. “It’s a boys night.” I whisper before it becomes dark…
I wake and I still feel kind of drunk. But, I’m stable now. I look up to the ceilling, then to my sides. I’m laying on Tiffany’s bed. And she’s not here.
Dammit. What have I gotten into!? I sit up and check my phone. I’ve got excessive calls and text from Mike and the boys. I quickly text Mike reassuring him that I’m fine and here at Tiff’s.
Then, Tiff comes walking in with water and a Advil bottle. She smiles broadly at me as she hands me two pills and the water. I relentlessly take it and look down to the floor. She sits beside me and watches me. “You’re staring at me. Why?” I question her.
“Well.” she starts and I hear the sarcasm coming. “You did come stumbling to my house intoxicated and you knocked out right when I opened the door for you.” I smirk with a chuckle, “Yeah. Okay.” And she chuckles. Her chuckles cute. It’s different from how other people sound like.
I feel her still watching me. I look up to her and grin. She smiles back with those front top teeth showing. Her hair’s up in a ponytail, and she’s rocking a black muscle tee with blue sweatpants. I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra. “Are you okay Vic? I’ve been worried about you. Are you drinking because of Samantha?”
This headache’s killing me. “No, no.” I shake my head.
“Well, you know you can talk to me about it.” she grabs my left hand.
I feel her hand gesturing me and I like that. “I know.” I look at her and a big smile comes across my face. “I did like her.”
She nods her head understanding, but knowing that there’s a but to it. “She was jealous.”
She chuckles a bit. “Of what?! It’s you. You’re awesome.”
“That’s probably why.” I say sarcastically. Tiff chuckles at me. “No. She just um. She was jealous of.. Well.” I’m stuttering. “Of you.” She stares at me with her jaw dropped. “What… No. Why?”
I nod my head repeatedly. “Yes. She was jealous of our bond/relationship whatever.”
“That’s crazy. I’m sorry Vic.” She hugs me tightly and I’m squeezing back.
I couldn’t tell Tiff that Samantha thought something was going on between us and that is why we kind of broke up. I denied it the whole time up until yesterday.
“Tiff…” I say softly watching her. She lays back on the bed and I follow. “Yes Vicster?” I chuckle a smile as I face her. “You have a beautiful voice. I don’t understand why you don’t show it off.”
She chuckles with red cheeks? Woah! She is! “Well, Vic, I’m not really into singing as much as you are and it’s just a whatever thing. But, thank you very much. You do also.” And I chuckle smiling.
It goes silent for a bit till I speak. “You’re beautiful.” I say getting the string of her hair, that’s on her face, out of her face, and putting it behind her ear. She’s grinning and turning a bit red, “Why do you say that?” she wonders, still grinning. “Because it’s true.” I simply say.
We gaze at each other passively as our grins slowly start to fade and I feel my face going closer to hers. It’s happening, and I don’t want to stop.
I feel those soft lip of hers moving with mine, in all the right motions and I lay my hand on her face to embrace it. She’s truly beautiful.
“Tiff!!!!” Tanya shouts from outside her bedroom door. We brake our kiss and look to the door. I stare at her and she does back. I see her face and I can’t tell her mood.
What just happened?
