My Understandings

"I can't believe that. You've got to be lying to me." Kristie said as we sat there, moments before doors, waiting. I had just told her about what happened between Jorel and I. She was the first person I had told, unaware to whom Jorel had told or was going to tell. I shrugged. She knew I wouldn't be lying, not about something as ridiculous as this. "Why would he do that?" she asked herself, and I waited. She'd fight internally about the events that just happened, trying to wrap her mind around them. "Thought he had a girlfriend?" she asked me, like I knew. "I wonder if it's serious…" she added.
"He did, but either they broke it off, or he's fucking with me. But it can't be that serious if he's trying shit with every girl on the block." I said, not really caring. Whether Jorel had someone special wasn't any of my concern, I wasn't all that interested.
"So, you didn't do anything? Just sat there?" she asked me and I nodded, laughing at the expression on her face. "But you love Jorel, you always have." She said, completely appalled that I didn't spur his advances. I shrugged again.
"I do, yeah, but it is what it is. Like you just said, he may or may not have a girlfriend, and I'm not getting into that bullshit." I said and she sighed. "I like Arin more then I would like being Jorel's tour pussy." I said and she laughed out loud at that. "You know it's the truth." I said and she shrugged.
"It'd be better then nothing, yeah." She said, and I laughed.
"I have more then nothing." I said; thinking of the kiss Arin and I shared this morning as well. I looked over to her, and she had her brows rose high like she didn't believe me. "Did I tell you about Arin and I this morning?" I asked her and she shook her head, letting me delve into my story. Her jaw dropped once I was done.
"The fuck is this, bro. You're getting all this shit, and I'm sitting here with jack shit." She complained and I laughed.
"What's been going on with George?" I asked her, looking down beyond us to see kids running in. Early entries were being let in, meaning we only had a few minutes. She shrugged at my question, not paying any attention to the things going on around us.
"We went out the other night…" she said, trailing off. I motioned for her to continue, but she wouldn't. Her face was red, blushing at something I knew nothing about. "We got really fucking drunk, and after you had went to sleep…" she said, leaving it hanging. I groaned out loud and she laughed. "We fucked." She said plain and simple. My mouth dropped open, in complete disbelief.
"When in God's name were you going to tell me?!" I shrieked. She couldn't help but laugh. "Fucking, seriously? George, as in George Ragan?" I asked, near yelling to her, and she nodded. "The fuck man, the fuck." I mumbled to myself. The doors were let open, allowing the fans to come rushing in, ending our conversations. "Details, all of it, later." I said to her before they rushed to our tables.

I purposely tagged along with Kristie, making sure she got everything she needed inside the equipment van, helping her with things when I finished my own. "What the mother fuck do you want?" she asked me after we locked up the van. I laughed at her. She knew better.
"So, George." I said and she huffed, sitting on the bumper of the van, letting me pace in front of her. "Do tell." I said, walking back and forth, trying to warm myself up.
"I'm cold." She complained, trying to change the subject from George to the weather. I stopped walking and stood in front of her, the look on my face made her sigh. "I fucking hate you." She grumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. "We went out, yeah, the night you got all pissy with Jorel. After Dylan and Jorel went to bed, we were still out in the front, still drinking." She paused. I tried to urge her on, but she smiled to herself, blushing. "He did it." She concluded, and I just looked at her.
"He did it? I'm pretty sure that the both of you had consent to this action, otherwise its rape, and that's not cool." I said and she shook her head violently.
"Good God, no. I mean, I had my part, but he started it." She said and I just laughed.
"Sounds like high school." I said. I stopped walking again, and sighed. "So how is he? How is it? The whole relationship." I asked and she shrugged.
"It is what it is." She said, using my trademark words.
"Have you fucked since?" I asked her, counting back the days in my head. It had been a few days since her happenings and mine. She just nodded. I sighed. "I'm staying with Avenged." I said with finalization and she laughed. I began to walk around the bus, her joining me, as the both of us went on board.

George was sitting in the front lounge with Jordon, because, apparently, it was too cold to go out tonight. Everyone else begged to differ, seeing as they were the only two on the bus. George's face immediately lit up when Kristie walked on behind me. "Not that stoked to see me, I see." I said to him, but he paid little attention to me as Kristie sat next to him. He draped his arm around her, and she looked like she was in heaven. I felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as I took a seat at the table, across from Jordon. He was on his laptop, not paying any attention to me, Kristie, or George. My screen lit up with Arin's name, and a smile blossomed on my face before I even read the text he had sent me. It was simple, he wanted me to come hang out, and there was no doubt in my mind where I would be staying tonight. As I stood up to leave, Kristie's head perked up.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked me, nodding to the back lounge. I cocked a brow, and nodded, following her back there. "So you're not fucking with me when you tell me that Jorel made a move on you?" she asked me once we sat down, closing the door behind us. I smiled at her.
"No, happened right in that doorway." I said and she looked, like some movie would play the moments before her. I shook my head at her and she scoffed.
"What the fuck are you doing with Arin then?" she asked, outright and blunt. I stared at her.
"What?" I asked, not understanding.
"Jorel fucking Decker, the dude who you've loved for the longest time, made a move on you, then this new kid comes along, Arin, and he just… ruins it all." She confessed, throwing her arms in the air. I stared at her still, completely appalled. "I just don't like the whole idea of you and Arin." She said, a tone of finality in her words.
"I don't care what you think." I said, going to stand up, but she stopped me.
"Just think this through. You could have something good with Jay." She said, standing up before I could, and leaving.

I shook my head as I made my way off the bus, completely annoyed with the people who were still on it. Kristie had no grounds to tell me I should be with Jorel. Jorel was a woman chasing, cocky, alcoholic who treated women like objects. Arin was someone who was humble, down to earth, and treated everyone with respect, someone I could see myself being with. I couldn't understand why my best friend didn't see that. She had no reason to think otherwise, but then again, nothing ever went my way.

As I paced in front of Arin, his face was composed, not betraying his emotions in any way as I told him what had just happened moments before. He was probably heartbroken that Kristie, my best friend, didn't approve of our relationship. As the thought struck me, I stopped rambling, and sat next to him. "How do you feel?" I asked him. He shrugged, moving so he could face me. "Please, don't take what she says personally. She's just more partial to Jorel, and I don't know why. She doesn't even know you." I told him, but he still had that air of nonchalance. He was trying so hard not to make me upset. "Just tell me how you feel." I told him and he shrugged again. "Arin, I want to know." I begged, kissing him lightly, trying to persuade him to confide in me. He sighed as I stared in his eyes.
"I mean, no, I don't particularly like the fact that your best friend doesn't fancy me, but there's nothing I can do. She is your best friend, and I know she'll see reason soon, but for now, we'll just have to make the best out of a bad situation." He said, and played a smile, still trying to hide whatever he was thinking.
"I like you Arin, not Jorel." I said to him and he smiled again, letting it reach his eyes. I smiled back to him, kissing him yet again, trying to make him feel at ease. He smiled underneath my lips, and I smiled back to him, breaking away to see the smile had stayed. "Trust in me."