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Destined To Explode

Seventeen.

Alex’s POV

I could fucking kill Vinny when he bursts into the room mid-afternoon, not only pulling me out of my daydream but also shocking Poppy from her sleep and I feel her jump against my chest, her eyelashes tickling my skin as she blinks furiously.

“Hangover cures are in the kitchen, fuckers. Don’t get out of bed while I’m still here if you’re both naked – I don’t need to be scarred even more than I already am.”

“We’re fucking clothed.” I groan, tempted to throw something his way but there’s nothing within reach and I’m not giving up my pillows. “You better have cooked pancakes if you’re waking me up like that.”

“Of course there is pancakes, dear boy. All of the good breakfast and lunch items you need to cure a good night out.” Vinny winks as I flip him the bird. Who is this hyper after drinking so much? “Hurry up and get up otherwise everything will be gone.”

With that, he’s gone again, practically sprinting out and through the door to the guest room, screaming at the top of his voice at the two still asleep and probably hungover guys in the room across the hall.

“For someone who fell asleep in the hall, he is remarkably happy this morning.” Poppy comments, shaking her head as she watches the merch seller bounce up and down on the bed before she pulls the covers back over her shoulders. “I’m so not ready to wake up properly.”

“Vin!” I yell, Poppy wincing at the volume and I pat her bare thigh under the covers, apologising on being so loud when she’s probably got a really shit headache after the amount of drinks that she mixed. “Bring us some food in here, Pops is feeling like shit and I’m a lazy fucker.”

“I’m not your maid, Gaskarth! But fine only because Poppy is going to be my bitch soon and I feel really bad because I’m gonna be working her so hard.”

“Just go and get me food, Petrocelli.” Poppy groans, flipping over properly to cuddle into my chest and I can’t help but smile when Vinny gags before he walks out again, mumbling about couples in this house and I hold myself back from correcting him about mine and Poppy’s relationship because I know that I’ll only sound bitter.

We get a few minutes to ourselves before Jack shuffles in, looking literally terrible in last night’s clothes, hair askew and the pungent smell of alcohol, yet he still has the cheek to curl up on the end of my bed and spout a load of complaints about how crap he’s feeling.

“You’re the one who kept drinking shit, Jack.” I laugh, kicking him in the shin from under the covers. “You smell like a bum, get off of my bed.”

“Poppy.” He whines, crawling up and dropping himself on top of his cousin who sounds winded until I manage to move the lanky boy off of her. “Tell Alex to stop being such a dick. You drank just as much as me.”

“Yeah, but I’ve changed since last night, I didn’t fuck some random person and I didn’t sleep on someone’s grubby floor, which by the shit that’s all over your clothes, you did. Go and shower Jackalope and then you can come and sleep your hangover off.”

“Can we –“

“We’ll fucking put Home Alone on, now go. Fuck me, you smell so bad.” I know my best friend so well and he shoots me a toothy grin as he rolls off of the bed, landing with a thump and crawls towards the bathroom, yelling when Rian apparently steps on his hand.

* * * *

If I come in the second week of January, then there will still be two weeks left before we actually go; that way I have some time to look for somewhere else, ya know? Are you sure that you don’t mind me staying at yours for a week? I don’t want to intrude.”

I frown as I ‘overhear’ Poppy’s phone conversation, clearly having showered quicker than what she had expected me to seeing as though I can see her pacing around the room in only her underwear through the ever so slightly open door to my room.

I know that it’s going to be a weird situation for me, Marky but I need to sort this shit out while I have the time. Then I have finally got no reason – other than coming to see you every so often – to be back there.”

I walk in at that point, deciding that the conversation was something that she wouldn’t mind me listening in on, especially now that my fears of her going back to Chicago permanently had now been completely dampened. I couldn’t deal with her leaving me for longer than a week in general, never mind going back there where I know she would end up broken all over again.

I’ll get a train on Monday morning, be with you by the afternoon and then you have a whole week of my talents before you never have to see me again and I single handily bring down GK from the other side of the world, how does that sound?” She laughs, shaking her head as I audibly snort at her from where I’m sat on my bed watching her walk around. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, Marky; get back to your fucking job. Yeah, love you too, buddy!”

She throws her cell phone onto the bed once she hangs up. “So, apparently its okay for you to walk in on me when I’m pretty much nude now, huh?”

“You’re in my room, Pops and I was getting cold waiting outside in just my towel.” I shrug, laughing as she glares playfully. “It’s nothing that I haven’t seen before anyway.”

“Last time you saw me like this, I was eighteen, Lex. I was pretty much perfect and now look at me – covered in scars and in need of a decent gym session with the Merrick.”

I can see how she tries to laugh it off, like it’s not a big deal for her; but I can see in her eyes that the fact that Rick has damaged her physically bothers her more than what he had done to her mentally because there is actual proof of it. She dresses quickly once she seems to point the markings out; caving back in on herself as she rushes around my room, re-packing things that she had thrown out from the overnight bag earlier.

“You’re still hot, if that helps.” I wink at her, trying to lighten the atmosphere, not wanting another argument about me bringing Rick up. “You know that I would fuck you.”

“So you keep telling me.” She smiles. “I’ve got to get going, I have a hair appointment in fifteen minutes as then apparently I said that I would have lunch with my Mother so…”

“I’ll walk you out.”

“In your towel -”

“It’s not something that everyone out there hasn’t seen before, Poppy; let’s be honest.”

Notes

Comments

So I just read the whole thing and it's fucking amazing!

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12/26/13

How often you actually update this story and how good it is makes me so happy!! Your such a good wroter :)

SarahBethBarakat SarahBethBarakat
12/24/13

Love!!!

Maggie_2009 Maggie_2009
12/24/13

I love this

Ellama Ellama
12/23/13

Update soon :D

Ellama Ellama
12/23/13