"we're kissing other people now?"
Character: Noah Puckerman
Rubbing a rough finger over his eyes. He really didn’t want to made a scene in here but he knew that avoiding Marley would just lead to an argument and people noticing. He really didn’t have the patience to deal with the questions and prodding of paparazzi when he was just trying to chill out.
“No we are not kissing other people,” he finally said, shifting his body out of the booth and wrapping his hand discretely around her bicep. Well, that was a lie. He was definitely kissing other people but she was so far gone from the girl he used to know, and he was so beyond trying to help her only to have it thrown back, that he didn’t know what to do. Kissing someone else who wasn’t Marley fucking Rose was the worst feeling in the world but it was still better than the numb feeling she left him with when she stumbled into his apartment high on something he didn’t even have a name for.
As they walked to a quieter area up on a balcony Marley shrugged his hand off, her face open and questioning even as she frowned. She was so pure--(well as pure as a girl can be after sleeping with her fiancee’s brother)--and he had ruined that by introducing her to the wrong people in sketchy crowds and then losing sight of her.
He knew he was to blame too but sometimes it was easier to blame her.
“We’re not kissing each other enough to be kissing other people,” he argued but the beers in his system reminded him that his words probably didn’t make any sense. That was confirmed when she scoffed at him and he sighed, scratching at the top of his ear. “Marley. What are we even doing anymore? Just tell me.”
