Chapter 154
"Hell yeah!" She staggers trying to find the right songs to play and she stops when one of her favorite songs starts playing. She turns to me and hiccups and then smirks.
"No way. I am not singing along to that." I shake my head as I take a long swig of my drink.
"Come on, it's Aerosmith, who in the world wouldn't want to sing along to them?"
"Fine." I roll my eyes at her and she holds her bottle pretending it's a microphone.
A minute later... we're both yelling out loud the lyrics. Me, pretending to be playing the guitar and Kyrah, with the microphone pretending to be the lead singer, Steven Tyler. Right now I'm just thinking to myself, what if someone walked in through that door and found us being this stupid? The thought makes me laugh.
Kyrah stands on one of the couches, nearly falling but she gains her balance and then continues singing.
"Cause even when I dream of YOU! The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing!" She jumps off the couch and takes a very long swig of her drink and bows in front of Snow, who is now watching both of us, probably wondering what the fuck we are doing.
We sing along for a couple of minutes until Michael Bolton's husky voice fills the entire room. 'How can we be lovers' is now playing and I flash back to when Kyrah and I danced to this song in her hostel last year as we were listening to some oldies. The alcohol is already kicking in and I feel dizzy already but as soon as the song starts, Kyrah and I perform for our audience, which is just Snow and a bunch of throw pillows.
I'm pretty sure when we get sober we'll look back at this moment and laugh our butts off. Two girls completely drunk in broad daylight, blasting Michael Bolton songs and other oldies as they perform in front of a white terrier.
"How can we be lovers if we can't be friends, how we start over when the fighting... never ends baby..." Kyrah begins and I join in.
"How can we make love if we can't make amends?" I hiccup. "How can we be lovers if we can't be... can't be friends, whoo!" I yell. "I love this jam, Kyrah!" I say, opening another bottle of alcohol as Kyrah continues singing, nearly tripping over Snow who tries to run away and I laugh when Kyrah grabs him and carries him and begins twirling around with him. Poor pup looks so confused.
"Fuck you, Blake! I've got my man right here, isn't that true, Snow?" Kyrah chuckles and lands on the couch with Snow in her arms.
"I thought Snow was my man." I giggle.
"We can always share him." She pouts and I shake my head. The song ends and another one by Michael starts playing and the moment he gets to the chorus, Kyrah starts shouting the words.
"Tell me how am I supposed to live without you?! Now that I've been loving you so long–"
"Nope! No, no, no!" I turn the music off. "That's not a song you should be singing along to right now," I say and she pouts again.
"But I love that song..." her words trail off and then she begins sobbing.
"Oh, no." I furrow my brows. "No, please, don't cry. He's not worth it. Blake isn't worth your tears. Hush." I sit next to her and hug her.
"He really broke me and I will never... ever forgive him." She sniffles. "Thanks for what you and Vic did. He fucking..." she burps, "... deserves it. "
"Hey, I have... something for you," I mumble. My head feels so heavy.
"If it's from him, flush it down the toilet. I don't want it–" I cut her off.
"It's a flash drive from Carla," I say and take it out of my pocket and hand it to her. "She told me to tell you to watch it alone."
She takes it and stares at it, then she places it on top of her laptop which is on the coffee table, surrounded by bottles of alcohol.
Silence follows and then and idea pops up in my mind.
"I have an amazing idea. Come on, let's go get Jules from my trunk." I struggle to stand up.
"The bat?" she asks.
"Yes... We... I mean, you, are going to release your anger by–" she catches on to what my point is faster than I thought she would.
"Smashing the car that... asshole got me. Roxy, you're a genius!" she says and takes a sip of her drink and we both stagger outside, giggling for no apparent reason.
Few minutes later, Kyrah is swinging Jules directly at her former car's windows and bonnet. Shards scatter all over the place. We're gonna have to clean that up later, I tell myself.
"Right on, baby girl! Whack... that... shit, whoo!" I nearly lose my balance as I cheer Kyrah on. She has this grin on her face that shows satisfaction and I know she fucking loves the feeling one gets when smashing stuff.
"Fuck you, son of a bitch!" she yells just as a woman pushing her child in a baby stroller stops and stares at us, then walks past us so fast.
"That's right ma'am, nothing to see here. Just... move along." I sit down on the grass and begin laughing alone, "Kyrah, we are... so stupid."
"Damn right, we are!" she says and slams the bat on the bonnet. By the time she's done, the car looks unrecognizable and we head back inside then things just go dark for both of us.
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