I'm Not That Perfect
Seven; Trou Du Cul
"Dude, me and Avery are so going to bang tonight." Austin slurred from across the room. I ignored him, continuing my conversation with Tony and Jaime.
"So I hear you and Austin are going to be fucking like monkeys tonight." Jaime raised his eyebrows.
"As if! He's so drunk right now." I said, rolling my eyes.
"What have you been up to lately? We haven't seen you in ages." Tony said.
"I've been modeling a lot recently. A lot of shoots." I said. "Nice to be taking pictures of other people again."
"An ass like that belongs in front of the camera." Austin said, approaching with a drink in his hand.
"How many drinks have you had tonight, darling?" I asked.
"Enough to find you attractive." He shot back. "Let's get out of here."
"You can fuck right off, Mr Carlile." I smiled even though I was seriously considering stabbing him with a fork.
"Avery! Come on!" He whined.
"You're being childish. I think you ought to go to bed." I replied softly.
"Why? You'll slut around with any guy on this tour but me! How many members of All Time Low are you doing right now, Avery? You can play all you want but I know what a whore you are and so does everyone else!" Austin said in a loud voice.
"Vous pouvez baiser tout de suite. Goddamn trou du cul!" I cried in angry French, storming outside. Asshole Carlile was dead to me.
I attempted to light cigarette with shaking hands. "Need some help with that?"
"You might not want to be out here, Vic. People might think we're sleeping together." I laughed bitterly, wiping some tears off my face.
"Nobody thinks you're sleeping around, Ave, and if you were then that would be your fucking business. He's drunk; he'll regret it in the morning." Vic rolled his eyes.
"Me and Jack were an accident. He's not my type anyways. I regret it. Now everyone thinks I'm some sort of poulet." I said, staring off and flicking ashes.
"Poulet?"
"Oh. It means hooker. I just casually drop French words when I'm talking and I don't even realize it!" I laughed softly. "I'm a mess."
"I think when you yelled at Austin in French it really threw him off." Vic laughed.
"Did I really?"
"You said he can fuck right off. I only knew that because you taught me. Then God damn something." Vic said.
"Franglish." I shook my head.
"I think your Franglish is quite the redeeming quality, Avery." Vic shook his head. "Don't cry, okay?"
I promised myself that that would be the only time Austin Carlile would ever make me cry, but that was a promise that I couldn't keep.
"So I hear you and Austin are going to be fucking like monkeys tonight." Jaime raised his eyebrows.
"As if! He's so drunk right now." I said, rolling my eyes.
"What have you been up to lately? We haven't seen you in ages." Tony said.
"I've been modeling a lot recently. A lot of shoots." I said. "Nice to be taking pictures of other people again."
"An ass like that belongs in front of the camera." Austin said, approaching with a drink in his hand.
"How many drinks have you had tonight, darling?" I asked.
"Enough to find you attractive." He shot back. "Let's get out of here."
"You can fuck right off, Mr Carlile." I smiled even though I was seriously considering stabbing him with a fork.
"Avery! Come on!" He whined.
"You're being childish. I think you ought to go to bed." I replied softly.
"Why? You'll slut around with any guy on this tour but me! How many members of All Time Low are you doing right now, Avery? You can play all you want but I know what a whore you are and so does everyone else!" Austin said in a loud voice.
"Vous pouvez baiser tout de suite. Goddamn trou du cul!" I cried in angry French, storming outside. Asshole Carlile was dead to me.
I attempted to light cigarette with shaking hands. "Need some help with that?"
"You might not want to be out here, Vic. People might think we're sleeping together." I laughed bitterly, wiping some tears off my face.
"Nobody thinks you're sleeping around, Ave, and if you were then that would be your fucking business. He's drunk; he'll regret it in the morning." Vic rolled his eyes.
"Me and Jack were an accident. He's not my type anyways. I regret it. Now everyone thinks I'm some sort of poulet." I said, staring off and flicking ashes.
"Poulet?"
"Oh. It means hooker. I just casually drop French words when I'm talking and I don't even realize it!" I laughed softly. "I'm a mess."
"I think when you yelled at Austin in French it really threw him off." Vic laughed.
"Did I really?"
"You said he can fuck right off. I only knew that because you taught me. Then God damn something." Vic said.
"Franglish." I shook my head.
"I think your Franglish is quite the redeeming quality, Avery." Vic shook his head. "Don't cry, okay?"
I promised myself that that would be the only time Austin Carlile would ever make me cry, but that was a promise that I couldn't keep.
THIS IS PERFECTION O.O
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