Ok, guys, I’ve decided I’m going to put Wild And Running on hold while I edit it. The momentum of the story is too slow and I basically just need to rewrite it and cut a lot of stuff out.
This will probably take a few weeks, so in the mean time, I’m going to be posting some Self Destruction outtakes. If you have any outtakes you want me to write for SD or another one of my other stories, let me know. (:
AnonymousThanks. That’s what I was worried of. It is a slow build, but I definitely don’t want you guys bored. I was gonna build momentum, but maybe I’ll just jump into it. Thank you so much for the feedback!!
AnonymousThank you so much!
9. The Reasons All Have Run Away But The Feeling Never Did
Andy rolled awake, light shining through the thin curtains. There was an aching in his head and his hands seemed to be shaking of their own accord. Andy sighed, letting the familiar symptoms fall from his mind and instead noticing the empty spot beside him. His mind immediately thought of Avery and he turned as his eyes began their search.
He quickly spotted her stationed in front of the full-length mirror, pulling her long dark hair into a high ponytail. Avery’s lean body was covered by tight workout clothes. A pair of tight black yoga pants clung to her legs and a fitted white racerback tank top covered her torso. Andy took the opportunity to admire the way Avery’s ass looked in those pants. The moment was cut short, much to Andy’s dismay, as Avery turned around. She immediately noticed Andy’s open eyes and gave him a sweet grin.
Avery bounced towards the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress beside Andy and giving him a good morning kiss. Andy replied adoringly, letting his lips follow Avery’s rhythm. Too soon, Avery pulled away.
“I’m going for a run,” she smiled.
“Didn’t I work you out enough last night?” Andy smirked.
“Guess not,” Avery teased, standing up. “Wanna come running with me?”
“Hell no,” Andy scoffed with amusement.
Avery’s eyes frowned in annoyance, her mood sinking slightly.
She moved off of the bed, wandering towards the table to grab her iPhone and earbuds. Andy pushed off the covers and stood, moving to lean over his duffel bag. An insatiable thirst was eating at him, despite the early morning hour. Andy pulled out a half-empty glass bottle filled with amber liquid, noticing it was the last one remaining of his stash.
“We need to stop by a liquor store before we leave Indy,” Andy remarked casually, twisting the cap off the bottle.
8. I Like Your Face, That’s Why I Stare
Andy blinked his eyes open, squinting at the brightness as his eyes adjusted. The lights in the hotel room were on and he could hear Avery’s voice from the bathroom. Her phone was on speaker and the boy could hear Kiera’s loud tone distantly. Andy groaned, turning his face into the pillow beside him. It still smelled like Avery and her lavender shampoo.
Avery bounced into the room and Andy blinked up at her. To his surprise, she was already dressed, her hair falling straight against her shoulders, a makeup brush in her hand. Andy glanced back at the clock, seeing it was only 8:30 in the morning.
“Why the hell are you awake so early?” he mumbled.
“I want to explore Indianapolis today,” Avery explained. “So get up and get dressed. I want to be out of here in an hour.”
She grabbed something out of her bag and disappeared around the corner again. Andy sighed, kicking the sheets off his body. He would have loved to stay in bed longer, but he knew Avery wouldn’t stand for it. She always made sure she got what she wanted. Andy found it kind of endearing.
After wrestling himself out of bed and putting on an episode of Spongebob, Andy began picking out his clothes. He took a quick shower, teasing Avery for not joining him. By the time, Andy was pulling his jeans on, Avery was ready to go. She was wearing a pair of ripped tights, black shorts, a flowy white long sleeve top, and black Uggs.
Andy slipped on his own outfit — black jeans, a cut up Social Distortion shirt, and a jacket. Avery grabbed her camera, regretting not having used it in the previous days. Back at home, she rarely put it down. However, the past few days had left her distracted and focusing on everything else but her love for photography. Avery was excited to capture the city today in photographs. Deciding to record memories of the trip, she snapped a quick picture of their messy hotel room.
They’d booked the room for two days, so they left most of their belongings in the suite and headed out towards the cool Midwestern air. Neither of them had ever been here before, the atmosphere slightly different from life on the East coast. People were friendlier and less rushed. As soon as they were walking down the street from their hotel, Andy attempted to get a cab while Avery looked up attractions on her phone.
