She tilted her head towards his, her lips meeting his, and he froze. Everything stopped; it was so cliche and cheesy but it did. Evan felt his heart race, his stomach drop, his head spin, and his mouth curl around hers briefly before she pulled away, her lips parted and her eyes wide, as if she herself was unsure of what she did. I’m sorry, she had said, and Evan sat there, his eyes blinking rapidly. “I-I-I-,” he stuttered, but he really couldn’t manage a full sentence. She kissed me, he thought, turning his head away from her, looking at a spot on the floor.
It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t think about kissing her at some point tonight; in fact, he was hoping it would happen. He needed to feel her again - her lips, her touch - against him, even if it was a drunken mistake. He missed her more than he could ever miss anyone, and now here they were under a mess of colored lights, fuzzy with alcohol and intoxicated on madness. Evan looked back at her, and a small smile crept up on his face. Slowly, he leaned into her, capturing her lips in his again in a tender kiss, closing his eyes, savoring the feel of it all over again.
Though her heart had stopped momentarily as their lips met, it was beating overtime now to make up for it, and she suddenly began to question her own motives rather than Evans as he turned away from her briefly. Crap, he’s gonna hate me, she thought, biting down on her lower lip as she awaited him to break the silence. He’s gonna think I took advantage of his post-breakup state and assume I planned this all. Before Alex’s mind could do too much damage, Evan had turned back into her, and once again she parted her lips to say something, though the space was soon filled with his own, the shock of it all acting like a bolt of electricity coursing through her, though she quickly regained composure and her hand rose to rest itself in the crook of his neck, longing him to stay there.
Slowly, she began to move her lips against his, blissfully unaware of whatever was taking place around them. Right then, in that moment, all she could think about was Evan, and the lips she had grown so familiar with, yet still managed to thrill her everytime they met.
Evan felt Alex sink into the seat next to him, could feel the disappointment laced in her voice as they sat there and he tried to steady himself. What’s wrong with you, Peters? he scolded. Why are you breaking down now? But it was too much for him: the drinks, the lights, the atmosphere, the adrenaline, her. Everything was happening all at once and so fast, his body couldn’t keep up with him.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned, peeking over his hands to look at her. Her dark red hair seemed to shine in the dim lighting, and he saw her eyes sparkle as the flashes from the dance floor made their way over to them. “I’m ruining everything.” She placed his hand on his knee and he felt his stomach tighten, but it wasn’t because he felt sick anymore. He looked up at her. “Yeah?” he said, his voice cracking.
As Evan looked up at her from his hands, Alex tried her best to ignore the way her stomach immediately flipped in response, and pushed all her doubts to the back of her mind. Of course it had occured to her that he was still feeling down about his breakup with Alexia, they were together for almost as long as herself and Evan were, and when they broke up it had absolutely tore her apart, for a while she thought she was losing it, but this didn’t seem like post-breakup behaviour, there was definitely something else bothering him, and she intended to get to the bottom of it.
Silently shaking her head, Alex quickly disagreed with his statement, though no words of reassurance left her lips, instead, she swallowed back her pride, and took a leap of faith. Bowing her head to meet his, Alex pressed her lips up softly against Evans and everything froze. The pounding of her heart, the loud thumping of the music, the bustle of the crowd, everything faded into the background. Honestly she wasn’t sure how long their lips were interlocked, yet when she pulled away everything hit her at full force again, and her head began to spin. Oh god, she thought to herself, her eyes frantically searching out Evans expression for any kind of hint on what was going through his mind at that moment, and feeling obliged to give some kind of explanation, Alex opened her mouth, though all that escaped was a timid “I’m sorry”.
Have I ever told you how perfect I think you are? No? Okay, I’m starting now. You’re perfect.
I don’t think so, I mean, I definitely would have remembered if you did. But the feelings mutual, so, love me?
She didn’t flinch, which was a relief. Instead she just melted into him, just like he wanted her to. Alex’s hand snuck it’s way up to grab onto the back of his head, her body moving against his, and Evan found it getting harder to breathe. The lights beat down on them and the blur of faces around him were even fuzzier now that he was drunk of alcohol and Alex. He pulled her away from him for just a second, his glassy eyes washing over her.
“Let’s sit,” he said, his throat cracked. “Give me a second.” He took her hand in his and an electric shot pulsed through him. He dragged her through the crowd, his stepping off as he stumbled through the sea of bodies. What was going on? What was happening? Evan felt weak at the knee and his heart hurt him, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional distress that his brain was going through. He led Alex over to a corner of the club, drowning into the seat and putting his head in his hands, trying to steady himself.
Just as she was about to truly let go and allow herself to savor the feeling of being back in Evans arms again, he pulled away, and it was almost impossible to hide the disappointment from showing on her face. “O-okay.” Alex hesitantly agreed, mixed emotions washing over her as she laced her fingers into Evans, letting him guide her through the crowd and remaining standing as Evan sunk into the plush couch.
She wasn’t sure whether or not the alcohol making her thoughts hazy was a blessing or not, but once again, her mind was proving to be her own worst enemy as a dozen theories on what was making Evan act this way began to spout off in her head and reluctantly, Alex sat beside him, itching to comfort him somehow. Toying with the idea of making a quip about how he had lost the ability to hold his drink since they had broken up, Alex found the words lost in her throat, unable to even deliver them while an internal battle of her own was occuring. There was something she could do, something she had been wanting to ever since they arrived, it was just plucking up the courage that was the problem. “Hey, Ev.” She spoke softly to gain his attention, placing a hand on his knee and awaiting him to look at her. If now wasn’t the opportune time, when was it?
Did Alexandra Breckenridge just say she liked The Art Of Getting By?
Someone hold me.
Not liked, loved. It was honestly one of the best movies I saw in 2011, and it was up against some pretty strong competition so kudos. And about the holding thing, i’d be happy to do that for you, I mean…i’m js.
This movie is absolute perfection okay.
Evan watched her body slide up against his, her head tilted back exposing her neck, the colored lights from the ceiling casting shadows of purples and greens and blues on her pale flesh. Evan swallowed as he watched sweat glisten on her skin, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it was like to kiss her. They had dated for such a span of time, and when they had broken up, it felt like a part of him had gone missing. She was not only his girlfriend, but his best friend, and he didn’t know if things had suddenly changed since she wasn’t sleeping in his bed anymore. But Alex had assured him that they were still friends, and they frequently hung out. Yet Evan found it hard not to think about her that way, and the way that she was dancing in front of him made it even harder for his mind not wander there, especially with the booze clouding his mind. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, his hips moving to the music, both stupidly and rhythmically, hiding his face against her neck to hide from the embarrassment at his bold move.
Alex’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt Evans arms seize her by the waist and draw her in. If they were close before, not a paper would drop from inbetween them now, and Alex was strangely enthralled by his action. The alcohol had made it hard to think straight anyway, and instead of questioning it, she allowed herself to enjoy it, moving her hips in sync with his to the rhythm of the music.
She wanted to say something, anything to get some kind of clarification on what was going on, but there was a part of her that assumed she was overthinking it, and what was simply goofing off to Evan, meant something different to her, so instead she kept quiet, bringing up a single hand to lace in his brown curls, and though her heart was beating heavily in her chest, she put it down to adrenaline and simply carried on.
I totally wasn’t missing because I was celebrating St.Patricks day with a bunch of non-Irish people. Nope.