I'm Not That Perfect
Nine; Besties
"So, I hear you've got a new bestie." Adam said, snapping photos at the show beside me a few nights later.
"Bestie? I had no idea that was in your vocabulary." I grinned.
"I've got a wide range of vocab. You'd be surprised." He laughed, looking over onto my camera. "Oh, that's a good one of Rian. If you put on a contrast when you edit, that would look super badass."
"Good eye." I nodded.
"Stop changing the subject. Since when are you and Austin Carlile friends?" He asked.
"After the scene he made the other night, he apologized and said he was going to start being nice to me." I shrugged.
"Weird." Adam replied. "Less stressful for you though, yeah?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"A lot of people think you two like each other, you know." Adam continued.
I rolled my eyes. "I've been getting that a lot lately and it's fucking weird. I most definitely do not have a thing for Austin Carlile. Gross."
"If you say so." Adam winked. "So you're through with Barakat?"
"Adam!" I cried. "You sound like you're writing Gossip Girl!"
"I'm curious." He shrugged.
"We were never a thing." I said shortly. "I don't know why it's such a popular topic of conversation."
"You're blind, you know." Adam shook his head.
"And I've got no idea what you mean by that, nor do I want to." I said, shuffling through the night's shots.
**
"Great show, guys." I smiled, high-fiving Vic as he ran off stage.
"Thanks, Avery. Get any good pictures of me? Oh, wait. Any picture of me is good. I kid." Jack said.
"I wasn't talking to you, asswipe. Your shitty guitar playing skills make me want to rip my ears off." I shot back.
"I love it when you talk dirty. Keep going." He replied.
"Fuck you." I rolled my eyes. "I could beat you up, you know. So maybe you should stop talking."
"You could not!" Jack argued.
"My money's on Avery." Mike said. "She's tiny but she's really goddamn fierce. One time we were playing quarters and-"
"Don't tell the story!" I protested.
Mike put his hand over my mouth. "And she was really drunk and got mad because I was winning and tried to attack me. I had bruised shins for two weeks. I'd be careful, Jack."
I rolled my eyes again. The only thing this party needed was Austin Carlile.
"Bestie? I had no idea that was in your vocabulary." I grinned.
"I've got a wide range of vocab. You'd be surprised." He laughed, looking over onto my camera. "Oh, that's a good one of Rian. If you put on a contrast when you edit, that would look super badass."
"Good eye." I nodded.
"Stop changing the subject. Since when are you and Austin Carlile friends?" He asked.
"After the scene he made the other night, he apologized and said he was going to start being nice to me." I shrugged.
"Weird." Adam replied. "Less stressful for you though, yeah?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"A lot of people think you two like each other, you know." Adam continued.
I rolled my eyes. "I've been getting that a lot lately and it's fucking weird. I most definitely do not have a thing for Austin Carlile. Gross."
"If you say so." Adam winked. "So you're through with Barakat?"
"Adam!" I cried. "You sound like you're writing Gossip Girl!"
"I'm curious." He shrugged.
"We were never a thing." I said shortly. "I don't know why it's such a popular topic of conversation."
"You're blind, you know." Adam shook his head.
"And I've got no idea what you mean by that, nor do I want to." I said, shuffling through the night's shots.
**
"Great show, guys." I smiled, high-fiving Vic as he ran off stage.
"Thanks, Avery. Get any good pictures of me? Oh, wait. Any picture of me is good. I kid." Jack said.
"I wasn't talking to you, asswipe. Your shitty guitar playing skills make me want to rip my ears off." I shot back.
"I love it when you talk dirty. Keep going." He replied.
"Fuck you." I rolled my eyes. "I could beat you up, you know. So maybe you should stop talking."
"You could not!" Jack argued.
"My money's on Avery." Mike said. "She's tiny but she's really goddamn fierce. One time we were playing quarters and-"
"Don't tell the story!" I protested.
Mike put his hand over my mouth. "And she was really drunk and got mad because I was winning and tried to attack me. I had bruised shins for two weeks. I'd be careful, Jack."
I rolled my eyes again. The only thing this party needed was Austin Carlile.
THIS IS PERFECTION O.O
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