#kltryagain

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Try Again (K.L.)

Plot: You and Kian spend New Years Eve today and Franny is wondering why the next day, the two of you are avoiding each other at all costs.

You’d been out and about with the roommates, the air on the rooftop of their place was electric on the first night of the new year. Every time you breathed, foggy smoke escaped your lips as if you’d just huffed on a cigarette though you’d never touched one in your life. Kian and JC were screaming in their usual manner as you and Fran shared a bottle of champagne, dancing to the LANY music blaring from her iPhone.

You caught Kian’s glance as his fingers adjusted the red beanie pulled over his shaved head. You hadn’t really spoken since the night before in his trunk of his car. The comforting silence of the wilderness that surrounded the two of you as you rang in the new year was gone now on the rooftop, but you could still smell the pine trees from the camp sight.

Franny’s hand twirling you around yanked you from your thoughts as she laughed and took a sip of the bubbly. “What’s gotten into you today? Ever since you and Kian came back from your trip, you looked so serene yet like you want to throw up at the same time,” she scrunched her eyebrows beneath her bangs and you snatched the bottle from her grasp, tipping the remaining liquid down the back of your throat.

“We need a new bottle of champagne,” you shook the glass slightly, “come with and I’ll explain.” The two of you padded back down the stairs to the kitchen, your best friend watching your every move as you properly recycled the bottle and reached to open a new one.

“What’s going on?” she asked again.

“We need shots,” you deflected and pulled your sleeves of your hoodie over your palms. Fran moved around the island to grasp your covered hands and forcing you to look up into her concerned eyes.

“Y/N,” she warned, and you let out a breath.

“He kissed me at midnight Fran.” You never thought you’d ever see your best friend look so surprised, the mixture of excitement and then confusion as wave that had been crashing over you since the lip lock had happened. “And I’m not talking chaste or like I’m a relative he’s greeting after not seeing in months. He properly and fully kissed me in the back of his car under the stars with the fuzzy countdown from the radio humming in the background,” Franny squealed and jumped around before stopping abruptly.

“Wait, that’s good, right? Then why are the two of you avoiding each other? You haven’t said two words since you guys got back,” she said as your eyes shifted to the grey countertop.

“Because after it happened, he slid out of the trunk, called some people to say Happy New Year and didn’t come back in the car until I was fast asleep. I don’t think either of us know what to say or how to start a conversation,” you explained. Franny stared at you intently for a moment before snatching the closest alcohol bottle to her, Fireball Whiskey and a few shot glasses in front of you.

She said nothing as she poured out three shots each, sliding them to you. The two of you clinked each set of shots and downed them. A moment past as your faces tweaked at the taste before she firmly states, “He’ll come to his senses, he probably just doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you.”

Xx

A few hours later, everyone had one by one made their way inside to sleep. You’d followed shortly after Fran, the two of you bumbling messes after another bottle of champagne and shots. Bobby and JC refused to allow you to take an Uber at this hour, so you’d settled on the couch with a fluffy blanket draped across you. You’d only been asleep for about an hour when heavy footsteps approached, your eyes opening groggily to see Kian, dressed down in a sweater and some athletic shorts. He plopped down on the footrest near your head, his dark eyes shifting over your facial features as he sat silently.

“Kian, what are you doing?” your voice raspy from the liquor and the sleep, “It’s three in the morning.” His mouth skewed for a moment before he pursed his lips.

“We need to talk about what happened last night,” he replied, and you blinked before sitting up a little straighter with your back against the couch cushion. You pulled the blanket around your waist, suddenly feeling vulnerable in front of your best friend of two years. There’s always been a would they, won’t they between the two of you. The viewers shipped you together, your friends constantly nagged you both to just get on with it, but you’d never been able to make it happen.

“Kian,” you started but he cut you off.

“Let me talk, please,” he shifted a bit closer, “I was an idiot to walk away from you after making a move for the first time. I should’ve said something, anything so that you weren’t left in the dark and after saying goodnight to my mom, I was headed back to talk to you but then JC called me, and Bobby wanted to talk to me, by the time I got back to the car you’d already gone to sleep. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone like that,” he apologized, and you nodded, still unsure as to where this left the two of you.

“Is it possible we can start over? Let me try again, I mean,” he stuttered, and your face got warm. You went to speak but decided against it, instead nodding your head.

He smiled and took a deep breath, leaning toward you as his hand cupped the back of your neck, his other grasped your hip beneath the blanket. “C’mere,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.. Your hands slid over his shoulders and to his scruffy jawline as he planted himself between your legs, laying you back against the cushions. You felt as if your hearts were having a drum off, thumping in your ears as you pressed more aggressively into him. You pulled back for a moment, lips only millimeters apart, his minty breath almost getting you drunk again.

His hands squeezed your hips, lips brushing your cheek. “I love you,” he whispers, “Be mine?”

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