that doesn't mean it doesn't suck
Characters: Autumn and Kyle Setting: his room Autumn had been surveying the party, smiling and having little chats with people, but when she spotted the display going on with Adam, and then Kyle taking off, her heart gave a little deflated flip. That wasn’t good. So, after excusing herself, she headed to Kyle’s room, knocking on his door lightly. “Kyle?” she called. “Can I come in?”
Having pulled off his wings and thrown them onto his bed along with those that Zach had left with him, Kyle had fired off an angry message to Adam. He was hurt and upset, and the alcohol was only bringing that out in him more.
Crossing the room, he wrenched open the door. "What?" he asked, sharply.
By now, Autumn was pretty much getting used to Kyle greeting her by being rude. It was apparently their thing. But she didn't hold it against him. She just gave him a concerned look. "I wanted to see if you were okay." she replied. "...I'm guessing I have my answer." She didn't leave, though, giving him the opportunity to respond, hopefully without slamming the door in her face.
"I don't feel very well. Drunk too much," Kyle told her, sticking to the excuse he'd given Zach. It wasn't exactly a lie, just not the reason he'd left the party early.
“And it has nothing at all to do with Adam, all over some...er...random chick down there?” she asked, glancing back at the party, and hey look, that was still happening. Then she glanced back to Kyle.
Kyle lifted his chin a little. "Adam can do What he wants, I have no claim on him," he said, haughtily. Which was hardly the point, but Kyle felt like it needed to be said, even if he slurred whilst doing so.
"I know, hon." Autumn told him. "That just doesn't mean it doesn't suck, or it isn't kinda fucked up to watch." she added. She got it. She knew Kyle had issues wrapped up with this. Not wanting to be with Adam versus some feelings for him, Adam not actually giving up on a relationship that wasn't wanted...there was a lot going on. But sometimes logic didn't play in, and things just sucked, end of story. And Kyle, of all people, who probably lived for events like this, didn't just go home early for no reason.
Kyle stepped back from the door and turned, heading into his room. He left the door open for her though. "I'm not watching it," he said, stubbornly.
Autumn stepped inside, then shut the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, watching him. "I'm sorry it sucks." she told him genuinely. She was also thinking she was going to have her work cut out for her when this blew up all over the place with Adam. "What are you feeling?" she asked, just wanting to know where he was at.
The moment the door shut, he turned on her, eyes flashing. "What am I feeling? That he's a fucking bastard for throwing it in my face like that. Some fucking friend. He can do what he fucking likes, and I get he's pissed at me for turning him down. But he knows I like him. So fuck him for doing that right in front of me!"
She didn't flinch at the rage there. He was pissed, and drunk, so yeah. That was bound to happen. "I don't disagree with you." she told him. "And I'm sure it hurts worse, because you were even telling me that you guys had kind of reached a better place of communication." she added, thinking that had to be lemon juice in the wound.
"Yeah, well, I just sent him a message telling him exactly what I think of him right now, so I'm holding up my end of the bargain," Kyle said, sarcastically.
Autumn winced then. Because that was never a good idea. "Okay." she said, not about to chastise him for it right now. Or ever, depending, but yeah. That was bound to be Bad. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked. "Do you need anything, do you want to talk, be alone, have some water brought to you..." which would be a great idea.
Several thoughts went through Kyle's head, but he dismissed them all before they even really formed. "No, I'm just going to take a shower and try and get some sleep." He knew that wouldn't happen though. Instead, he would paint. He could already see the images forming and his fingers starting to itch.
Nodding, Autumn agreed. "Alright. Could you shoot me a pm tomorrow? Let me know how you are?" she requested. The guy was an adult, and she couldn't make him drink water, or anything else. She couldn't make him calm down, or not send angry messages while drunk and hurt that were bound to be regretted in the morning. She could just be there, as well as she could.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "I'll do that." He'd have a hangover tomorrow. It wasn't fair - he couldn't hold his alcohol, couldn't drink very much, yet he still got hit by bad hangovers. Life sucked sometimes.
Nodding, Autumn gave him a light smile, then turned to leave. Yeah, this was going to explode. Shit.