Party and bullshit
Hunter pressed his lips down on the cigarette between his teeth, inhaling the smoke and holding it in a second longer than recommended before blowing it out of his nostrils. Dusk was approaching, and the sight of the descending orange sun beckoned the purple of nighttime to combat against the blue of daytime. Pulling his cigarette out of his mouth, he held it between his index finger and thumb as he briefly appreciated the aesthetics the town provided. Few people were out now, for they had places to be and people to see. He sat in the park, alone on a stone bench where the trail was shielded by trees and old street lamps. The wind was present, but not unbearable, and though he’d never admit it out loud he savored moments like this. Moments to which the agonizing issues that constantly plagued him every second of his waking life were whisked away to the back of his mind, locked up and silenced for a few hours. Sickness, ailment, it surrounded him as if he himself were diagnosed with his own festering disease. His brother was the gateway to all the people he considered his closest, Harley and….Tilly. The mere mention of her name brought a bashful smile to his lips. Only rarely does he bother practicing use of his cheek muscles, so the sight of him doing such was a once in a lifetime thing. Tilly Bedlow was unlike any other, from the moment he first met her he couldn’t help but gravitate towards the girl. She smiled often, laughed loud, and was able to draw a crowd. Just his type.
But Hunter knew that behind her pretty exterior was someone else. After all, those who smile the widest have the most to hide, right? And his assumption was proven correct the day he saw her exit the church. So that was how she knew his brother, he thought to himself. She was sick too, just like Harley and just like Dylan, but he made sure to never broach the subject with the girl. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, if she’d even let him. He’d make sure to butter her up the next time he saw her if he’d want to find out what exactly she was in for. At the thought of seeing her again, he abruptly sat up from his previous slumped position. Taking one last drag, he threw the cancer stick to the floor and stomped it out, remembering that the two agreed to hang out today. Figuring that his clothing was acceptable, clad in a tshirt and jeans, he decided to go straight to her place. Exiting the park he walked across the street and slipped into his car, noting how the streetlights that whizzed passed him then turned on from the darkness. Hunter was always a night person. It was when he felt the most alive, the most active. It was when the norm tucked itself into bed and the impossible came out to play in the shadows. He often danced along with them, caring not for if he were to be judged in the sunlight the next day. Nothing anyone said inhibited him from doing his will, but this way of thinking increased since the day. The day his parents told him that Dylan might die. Devastated they turned to each other in complete tears, burying themselves into the comfort of each other, and it made Hunter sick. He turned away from them and dealt with it as he did all his problems, alone and to himself. This was self destructive, yes, but that was how he liked it. Dylan was always the better twin, the parent pleaser, the favorite. They were a clique in itself, a group within his go-to. Immediately he learned how to depend solely on himself, since no one else would offer a helping hand. It was his way of life, whether he liked it or not.
Pulling up to her home, he parked by the sidewalk and swiftly exited the vehicle. He was ten minutes late, and if he were a girl himself he wouldn’t have that. But him being Hunter would surely let him get away with it. He pressed his finger onto her doorbell, hearing the faint chime sound from behind the door. Casually leaning on the frame, he awaited on her arrival to open the door. As soon as she was revealed he couldn’t help but stare for a moment too long. His face was stoic, and he let his green eyes rove over her figure before latching onto her own gaze. “You look ravishing tonight, as per usual,” He complimented, leaning over to give her a quick kiss to the cheek. “Let’s be on our way then, yes? Wouldn’t want to deprive the people of fun now.” He turned around and stepped towards his car, looking back at her to offer his oh so famous smirk. Offering his hand, he let her grab hold of it as they walked. “So how was your day before I saved you from utter boredom?” He asked, a ghost of a full blown smile dancing behind his mask that he so desperately held on to. He wanted to smile down at the girl, to laugh along with her, but he needed to be composed and cool. He opened the passenger door for her, waiting until she made herself comfortable until Hunter prompty closed the door. Slipping into the seat beside her, he revved his engine and made their way to the club, the thrum of the bass calling their names.
Gaze flicking to the clock as they had done repeatedly in the last five minutes, Tilly rolled her eyes. She wasn't even surprised that Hunter was late, as he wasn't one to stick to much of a schedule, but regardless, the girl just wanted to see him, just wanted to get out of her house, and he was prolonging that. Tilly longed for the bass to pump through her system and accompany the alcohol she was planning to drink. She wouldn't be able to start drinking straight away, as she needed some time for the few pills she had taken to get to work, but as soon as she could, Tilly was planning to get hammered. The brunette wanted to be so drunk that she wouldn't remember the night the next morning, she wanted to slur her words and not know her own name. She wanted to forget who she was for a while, and most of all, she just wanted to spend some time with Hunter and have fun. And maybe if there was alcohol thrumming through her veins, Tilly wouldn't be as giggly and annoying, as she knew that she could infuriate Hunter, and she didn't want to. Some of the questions she asked might seem like they have obvious answers, but the girl never asks things unless she genuinely doesn't know the answer, and never with the intention of irritating someone. And yet so many people get angry with her, or mock her, and that hurts the girl. She never meant to be as dim as she was, and couldn't help it, but nobody cared. Shaking the depressing thoughts out of her mind, Tilly jumped when she heard the doorbell chime, and a grin spread across her lips as she realised it would be Hunter. Just knowing that he was stood on her doorstep, waiting for her, was a pick me up, and Tilly's mood instantly brightened. She was tempted to run to the door to answer it, but refrained, instead ensuring she had everything she needed before walking at a leisurely pace to the front door. Her heels clacked against the wooden floorboard, and the sound calmed Tilly, her heart racing as she got closer to Hunter. Eyes trained on the door in front of her, the girl could almost see Hunter on the other side, could imagine the lazy smile he would give her, picture his eyes trailing up and down her frame and that last thought sent a shiver down her spine. Tilly would always shiver and blush when Hunter checked her out, which was often, and she had a feeling that he liked eliciting the reaction from her. Taking a deep breath that shouldn't have been needed, Tilly opened the door.
Every time she saw Hunter, he literally took her breath away. And he didn't even need to try. He was dressed simply, skinny jeans and a t-shirt, and still the girl stared longer than she should have. However she was fairly certain he hadn't noticed, as she saw that he was busy staring at her. Thrilled at his reaction, as that meant he approved of what she was wearing and how she looked, a shiver ran down Tilly's spine and a blush rose in her cheeks. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were bright and shining as they swept down her figure and back up again before reaching her own eyes. Tilly grinned at him as he spoke, and his compliment did not go unnoticed as her blush deepened. Looking down at the floor as she giggled lightly, the girl scolded herself for acting so stupid and probably annoying, but she couldn't stop her heart from beating at a million miles a minute. The lad moved quickly but even after he had moved away, Tilly could feel his lips on her cheek. Her skin burned where his mouth had touched it and the girl restrained herself from letting her fingertips graze the area even though they were twitching with the need. Holding her hands firmly by her side, she only moved as Hunter did, following him down the path. As soon as he offered her his hand she took it, not one to pass on the opportunity. Hunter wasn't one for affection, unless he was drunk or trying to get her flustered. And it would work. Every time. Tilly should get annoyed that he was able to get her to blush so easily, but she would always be too busy being thrilled that he found nice things to say to her. Often the brunette would wonder if he meant it, and end up making herself upset when she was able to convince herself that he never meant it. There were nights that Tilly was able to make herself cry with the thoughts that Hunter didn't really like her at all, that this was an elaborate scheme to get in her pants and then she would be tossed to the side. The brunette knew that Hunter had done that before with other girls, probably dozens of them, and she couldn't find anything about herself that would make her worth more than them to him. Not wanting to let those depressing thoughts ruin the good mood Hunter had brought, Tilly told herself to shut up and focused on Hunter
She focused on the feel of his rough hand in hers, his large palm dwarfing her small one. She focused on the curls that she could see out of the corner of her eye. She focused on how good it felt to be so close to him. The brunette also wondered what they looked like to other people, whether they looked like a couple. She pondered over whether or not these strangers would think they looked good together. Realising that she was rambling, if only to herself, Tilly noticed that Hunter was asking her a question. It brought a smile to her face that he was asking about her day, as if he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. "Um, it was alright, I mean, like, it was completely boring, like you said, but yeah. How was your day before coming to rescue me and stuff?" Tilly knew part of how she infuriated people was the way she spoke, but she couldn't stop herself from slipping the um's like's and stuff's into her sentences. It was habit, and it was her. One of the things that Tilly liked about Hunter were the little things he did around her, but seemingly nobody else. The girl knew that there was a chance he did it with other people to, but it was more fun to imagine that she was special to him. Hunter opened the door for her, showing that he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be, and Tilly slipped in. "Thank you." She mumbled with a small smile, making herself comfortable as Hunter closed the door. Whilst he walked around to sit down, the girl did up her seat belt. Immediately they were off, and Tilly was excited. Music slowly flowed from the radio, and, hearing a song that she liked, the girl leaned in to turn it up. She had had to move slightly closer to Hunter to do so, and as she twisted the small dial, Hunter's scent filled her senses. He always smelled so good; a mixture of smoke, cologne and just Hunter. Sitting back the girl had a smile on her face and she tapped her foot along to the beat. The few words she knew were sung but quietly, as she wasn't an amazing singer and didn't want Hunter to think she was even more stupid than she was.
"Excited for the new club?" The brunette asked, not being able to think of anything interesting to say to fill the silence. It had been a comfortable silence, as Tilly was just enjoying Hunter's presence, but she wasn't sure whether he was feeling the same way about it. "It should be good, I mean, new music, alcohol, and, uh, girls for you." Murmuring the last few words and crossing her arms, Tilly had managed to annoy herself by thinking about the girls that Hunter would surely be all over in the upcoming evening. The girl would have to amuse herself as he flirted with and danced with people that weren't her. Each time they went clubbing, Tilly longed to be the girl he would dance with. To have his hands on her waist, to have his lips on her neck as they got closer. She pined after him, desperate to feel his touch. As those thoughts raced through the girl's mind, her gaze flickered over to Hunter. His eyes were on the road and in that moment Tilly craved the rush she got when he would look her up and down. Realising that her mind was going down a path it probably shouldn't, Tilly let her gaze drag down his form and back up again before facing forward and catching her bottom lip in her teeth. It was taking all of her willpower not to lean over and kiss him, regardless of the fact that he was driving, and it turned out that it was more difficult than she would have thought for Tilly to keep her hand from resting on his leg. Biting down harder on her lip, the girl was grateful when they arrived at the club, getting out of the car quickly so she didn't do anything she shouldn't. Arms crossing to keep her warm, Tilly looked over to the club, heard the bass pouring out of the door every time it opened. She shivered, as the wind seemed to pass right through her, and refrained from even looking at Hunter as he joined her. "Shall we go then?" Tilly queried, walking towards the doors without waiting for an answer.