Alive

"I'm on my way home, like, now." Kristen spoke as she drove in a cab.
Sidney and Kristen still weren't on speaking terms so she was getting to and from school without any use for him. The cab pulled up to her house. She paid the driver as Felicia chatted her ear off.
"Gimme a half hour and I'll be over." Kristen confirmed, hanging up.
She got out of the cab and walked down the path to her front door. She walked in, kicking off her boots at the door. She hung up her jacket and purse on the same hook. She was just going to eat something quickly before heading over to Felicia's. Kristen found some pasta her mom had made in a a large container with 'Sidney' written on it. There was a smaller one with her name. She decided to eat his.
As she waited for the microwave to finish, there was movement upstairs. She hopped off the counter, walking through the house. She made it to Sidney's room. She heard more shuffling. She pushed the door open and froze.
"Hi." Beau swallowed hard.
"Hi." She replied, furrowing her brows. "Why are you in my house?"
"I came to talk." He explained.
"How did you get in my house?" She questioned.
"Sid told me to come before your mom left for work and she'd let me in." He told her.
"Okay, you can leave now." Kristen nodded and walked away.
She made her ways downstairs. She heard the microwave beeping as she stepped off the stairs. Beau chased after her. She mixed up her pasta dish before she began to eat it. He watched her from the doorway of the kitchen. She stuffed her face as she stared back at him. He sighed.
"I'm sorry." He said, leaning on the counter.
"For what?" She had a mouth full of food.
"Being an asshole at Val's." He further explained. "I guess I just felt bad for Selena. I didn't mean to get you so upset."
"You didn't get me upset." She laughed. "You pissed me off."
"I didn't mean to do that either. Your friends are really cool, I like them." He admitted. "I like you a lot more though."
"What?" She choked on her pasta.
"I like you, Kristen." He told her as he walked over to help her. She continued to choke. He patted her back. "I like the way you couldn't care less about what anyone thinks or says about you. Sure, you can be a bitch but I know how you really are."
"You realize I have pasta oozing out of my nose and you're confessing your interest in me, right?" She coughed.
"I especially like you when you're eating like a pig." He chuckled, rubbing her back.
She stood up straight, glaring at him. "Why are you being nice?"
"Because I like you. I want to be with you." He emphasized.
She turned to face him. He put his arms on either side of her, resting his hands on the counter. She placed her palms on his chest. He hovered over her. She tilted her head to the side.
"What are you getting at, Bennett?" She leaned into him.
"Be my girlfriend, Crosby." He whispered.
"I don't know if Sid would be into that." She smirked. "No, you." Beau growled before he kissed her. "I want you."
"Guess you got me." She smiled before he kissed her again.
Sidney slammed his locker shut. He had to stay after school to talk to one of his teachers about his mark in their class. He spotted Ainsley standing down the hall. She looked over at him. He waved at her. She just turned away and walked out. He sighed, making his way to his car.
He drove home, angry. He was sick of the silent treatment from Ainsley, but he knew it was no use to try and talk with her. He pulled into the driveway of his house. He took a deep breath, sitting in his car. He wasn't in the mood to go in and be ignored by his sister as well. He figured sitting in his car wouldn't fix anything, so he climbed out. He walked to the front door and opened it. He nearly threw up at the sight before him. Kristen and Beau were definitely in the middle of something. They broke apart, putting their clothes on quickly. They stood beside each other quietly.
"Beau, I need you gone." Sidney growled.
Beau didn't argue. He gave Kristen a kiss before he, almost, ran out. She stood beside the couch with her arms crossed. Sidney shook his head at her. She rolled her eyes, walking into the kitchen. He followed.
"What the fuck?" His voice boomed.
"Fuck off, Sid." She chuckled as she grabbed some water.
"You need to stop fucking him for fun." He hissed.
"But I'm not! We're together." She exclaimed.
"Since?"
"Since you told him to come over here and he apologized before he admitted he wanted to be with me." She explained.
Sidney stopped. Kristen rolled her eyes before going to her room. She kept the door shut and blared some music. She paced until an idea came to mind. Picking up her phone, she composed a message to Marc. Three simple words: Sid fucked Ains.

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