Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Eight

Woody's Point Of View

"Yo, I said get the f**k out of my house!" Denver's drunk voice roared as he waved his gun around in the air like he was a mad man.

Okay let's be real, he's the most insane amongst the four of us,

and tonight he was extremely on edge. Boss mans little minions had left a few minutes ago and their visit had ruined the party and the mood so Denver had decided that the party was over and this was his way of kicking everyone out,

by waving his gun around. Typical Denver.  

I glanced at Yale for a moment as we were now standing in the foyer of this house, she was holding onto my T-shirt with her one hand as she scrunched it up in her palm, like little kids would do holding onto their parents when they were scared.

Well there goes the 15 minutes I spent ironing this t-shirt. I thought in jest as I pulled the toothpick from my mouth and tossed it aside and then comforted her as I put my arm around her, protecting her from Denver's rawness.

She smells nice. I like holding her like this, it made me feel as if she needed me to protect her and I liked feeling needed by her. It give me purpose in some f****d up way, like I had someone to protect and take care of after Maggie was no longer here.

"You forgot your shoes homie!" Denver yelled at a drunk guy running out through the large front doors in fear. "Well, I guess they're yours now." I shrugged letting out a breathy laugh as heels clicked on the hard floor, approaching the doors from the inside. Kelly gently shut them closed as the last party guest had left while Denver had spoken to me "It's funny, I was just about to order some Jordan 11's online." he looked at the shoes wondering if they were his size.

"Put that thing away." Kelly rolled her eyes at Denver, referring to his gun.

He listened to her and then exhaled as his eyes darted to see the beautiful girl I had my arm around. It was silent for longer than a moment as he looked at her and then at how my arm as serving as a shield protecting her inside of it.

We all didn't know what would leave his mouth next, 

so we waited for him to say something.

"Cute." He displayed a small drunk smile. "Denver." He held out his hand, speaking to her but she seemed a little taken back but then quickly washed it away to boldly introduce herself. For a moment I was worried that she would be too afraid of him to interact...but she wasn't,

I still held onto her though, just in case.

"Yale." She spoke confidently, placing her dainty hand in his firm one.

"Mmm..." He was in thought for a moment as his eyes showed wondering "like the school?" His drunk dumbass had said.

"Yes, like the school." She smiled and so did I as he let go of her hand.

Denver was calm and this instantly changed the mood.

He's eyes then quickly found Kelly's as he said "Make me coffee, baby." He cleaned his teeth with his tongue "I need to sober up. Woody and I have business to talk about. Important shit." He said ignoring everyone around him as he walked over to the entertainment section in a daze and yelled "Woody! My brother! I love you!" his voice was loud but I couldn't see as he disappeared behind walls.

I smirked "I love you too, man." I said and meant it, while Yale had smiled.

"Death and the afterlife." he mumbled and then I repeated our saying that we had stuck to since we were twelve, we knew we would never part, we would always be together until death and the afterlife.

"Yale, you going to join us for coffee?" We heard Kelly yell from the kitchen, as I turned to face her hoping she would say yes, because...

I wanted her to stay. I didn't have enough time with her,

not as much as I would have liked and there were so many things I wanted to talk to her about.

"I can't, I need to get home. It's late anyway." She shook her head apologetically.

"You got a curfew?" I joked.

"Something like that." She was playful and then I yelled "Nah she needs to go, but she promises that next time, she'll stay a little longer!" I replied to Kelly.

"I hope so. Don't break your promise Yale. I really want to get to know you a little more!" She paused for a split second "Drive her home safely Quinton, and you have a good evening Yale."

"Thank you! You too!" Yale responded as we both kept our eyes locked on each other, while sweet smiles dangled on our lips.

"Stop." She whispered playfully.

"Make me." I smirked bringing my face a little closer to hers and then she broke our eye contact because she had gotten shy...and nervous,

I could tell.

"You're an idiot." She rolled her eyes as her tiny little smile began to widen while she had walked away, leading me out of Denver's house.

Yale's Point of View

What the hell was I doing! I squealed a little in terror and shock as I shut my front door after waving goodbye to Woody before he had sped off into the night.

The poor boy couldn't stop apologizing in the car for everything that had happened tonight. I could tell that he was truly sorry for it all, and I know he had never planned for the night to end up like it did but to be fair this all was...

Well, this is too much.

I have enough on my plate with Chad and this...our, baby. I literally can't get involved with drugs and with Woody, some part of me feels like I need him, and the other feels like having him in my life would be a mistake.

No matter how safe I feel with him, or how I feel like the girl I was before Chad, confident sassy and...alive. That girl.

I still felt conflicted and a mess.

I like being around Woody and I like feeling safe, 

he makes me feel safe...but this is dangerous,

him...his life and

me...Chad.

I cant f*****g do this s**t, who the hell do I think I am trying to live this dangerous life that could get me killed.

I just...

I shook my head at how irrational and insane I was being.

I just want to go to bed. I thought as I rotated myself to walk towards the kitchen for a snack. This house was so cold and I hated that, sometimes I feel as if the fireplace didn't even help.

I opened the fridge door and noticed that Chad didn't buy the groceries that he said he was going to buy earlier today.

Typical Chad, only gives a s**t about himself.

I rolled my eyes shutting the fridge door and then walked into my lounge and pressed the on button for the TV.

I plopped myself down onto the couch and started flipping through the channels, and then I smiled bringing my T-shirt up to my nose and quickly inhaled the material.

I smell like him.

I like smelling like him, I guess. 

I wonder how long this smell will stay before it washes out,

why was I thinking this.

I should be thanking right now and not thinking...thanking God for Chad still being out. I was slightly worried while Woody had drove me home, that Chad would already be here and God knows what would have happened.

Thinking about how lucky I am for his absence was a relief but thinking about the worse case scenario had made my heart bang in my chest as if it was craving to have me only listen to it as if it was the only existing thing in this world,

But it wasn't, I couldn't even keep myself focused on my rushing heart for as long as it had tried forcing myself to,

Because now the feeling of terror had made me shake,

The sound of Chad's car pulling up.

The sound forcing me to stand up and stare out of the window to see him climb out of the car he had claimed to only belong to him, regardless of my savings paying for more than half of the car bill.

He got out and then leaned inside of it again, only having half of his body reach and then he had pulled out big, shinny, silver balloons, they floated in the air from the helium that had kept it whimsically above ground.

Balloons? I narrowed my eyes, moving my head closer to the window to have a better look, almost having my eyes as close to the glass as it could get,

balloons..my curious face turned flat and dull as I noticed the letters fighting with each other in the wind, the letters that spelt,

"BOY"