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Tags: fic serendipity
Published : 2 months, 3 weeks ago (Sat, 30 Aug 2008 00:03:20 PDT)
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Title; Serendipity - the fifth chapter
No fandom - all characters are OC
Warnings; Violence, sex, threesomes, selfharming, nudity, strange friendships.
Rating; somewhat adult.
Summery; Alex lives with her best friend and her boyfriend, but something is terribly wrong.
My characters, thanks to my beloved friend for help.
It takes a while before I shake my head and smile at Clive. “No thanks Clive. I’m not hungry.” I really should stop hanging out with Clive, I think knowing I just told him another lie. It’s just so hard to say no to him every time he seeks my company, which is almost daily.
I swing my legs out of the bed and stand, wrapping the cover around my body to spare him the sight of my legs. Should I tell him about Seann? Rape. The word hangs heavy in the air and I know I have to tell him. “Clive… It wasn’t rape. I could just have said no.”
He only nods, and it hurts to know he trust me so much. “Leaving already?”
I shake my head and force another smile for him. “No, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Okay. There are fresh towels in the drawer next to the door. The one you left your purse on.”
Good; a decent chance to wash up a little, even though my panties are only right for the bin. I leave the bed and stop to look in my purse before taking a towel. A single call from Seann and half a dozen of messages from Grace are on the display on my phone and I decide that it can wait while I dig deeper and search for my pills, just to make sure as I can’t remember taking it last night. I wonder what Clive has been serving me, as I realize that my pills never made it to my purse before I left.
“Shit…” I glance at Clive, who has taken it upon him to extinct the scrambled eggs and left me to do whatever I feel like, and I think that’s good enough as I grab a towel and go to the bathroom. Maybe I should call Seann back soon, as it suddenly seems like there’s a few more things I need to know. I splash cold water in my face and as I look into the mirror I remember: The alley, Seann, Clive, me. My breakdown slowly takes form in my head and I fight to remember what he did, to remember what went wrong, and then they hit me. Those words; the last words I would ever have expected from him.
“Don’t get me wrong, Sweetheart, I care, but you never noticed. Maybe it’s time for you to go home and revise your view on who’s the emotional cripple between the two of us. Sleep tight.” Then he left. Leaving me like that: broken. “I hate you Seann…” I whisper, giving up on counting the lies I’ve told already; they would probably be many more by the end of the day. I don’t hate him, but he was never supposed to care, and I’m still mildly shaken as I place my stiff panties in the bin after deciding that they’re simply too uncomfortable and that Clive’s shirt along with the covers from his bed is enough to cover me up for now.
“You look awfully cute like that, you know.” I look at Clive and pick up my phone again after coming out from the bathroom and frown while wondering what it takes to rip him out of his fluffy pink dream about me.
“Clive, you’re wasting your time, you know.” I reply him, using the same tone as he did, to emphasize my point.
“You, are never a waste of time, Alex.” He jumps out of the bed, but surprisingly enough he doesn’t come to me as usually, trying to hug or kiss me, he simply goes for the door. “I’ll leave the rest of the breakfast for you in case you change your mind. And, we’re leaving at 5 p.m. Grace has invited me over to dinner and she would appreciate to see her roommate too.” He pauses and looks at me. “She also asked for you to check your messages more often, or stop leaving your cell in odd places. I’m not sure what that was about though.”
I flip through the messages from her briefly. “I know. I’m not coming tonight though. I have to go as soon as I’m dressed.” I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the disappointment painted across Clive’s face. “I can’t make it to dinner. I have a performance tonight, and Christian will kill me if I don’t show up.” Another lie; Christian gave me the weekend off before I left Thursday. “Stop looking like a lost puppy, Clive.”
Gathering himself, Clive looks at me. “A late one?” I shake my head.
“No, I’ll be home before 10. You usually hang around until early morning playing videogames with Billy, so don’t worry about missing me.”
A cheery smile lights up his face before he slips out of the door, and I know I have to call Grace first and tell her that I’m not coming before doing anything else. She’ll be disappointed, but she'll accept, since she gave up on keeping track of my shifts long time ago.
“I broke one of your rules. Forgot protection. I’m sorry. Call me.” I sigh. Of course, among the mass of unimportant notes form Grace, a message from Seann. An apology at that. Who exactly does he think he is? I push the button in the elevator to get to the lobby after kindly declined Clive’s offer to drive me wherever I need to go. I decide not to call Seann as a soft ping announces that I’ve reached my destination. Whatever he has to say, he might as well say to my face. Quietly I go the to-do-list of today through inside my head.
1. Buy new panties. 2. Get to the pharmacy. 3. Go see Seann. 4. Avoid getting home in time for dinner.
Seems easy enough, and looking at the large mirror in the lobby on my way out, I decide that buying a pair of jeans before going to Seann’s place might not be a bad idea.
“Quit the grin, Brian. The world that gave me a headache and a doorbell the same day obviously hates me.” Seann pushes his chair back and grimaces at his neighbor while rubbing his forehead as he sets off to open the door. It’s the same every rare Friday Brian is free to go out; Seann knew it. He would get home inhumanly late, sleep a few hours before Brian would wake him again and they would play a game of chess before Seann would kick his gay neighbor out. But so far, at 1 p.m. they hadn’t gotten any further than the chess game.
The doorbell rings again, and Seann speeds up to avoid it from ringing again and pain his screaming head. “I’m coming! Calm down…” He rips the door open, prepared to yell at whoever is out there but stops dead. “Alex?”
Alex glares up at him, hair hanging loose around her shoulders and Seann blinks once. Why did he have to find such a pretty thing to fuck? Oh, right, she’s loyal. He reminds himself before remembering to ask why she is at his doorstep now. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I’d rather take this face to face.” She sneers and stuffs a thin pack of pills up under his nose.
Seann steps back before taking the pack and look closely at it.
“Levonelle One Step? What the hell is this Alex?” Seann frowns as he recognizes his message from last night on the screen that is now right in front of his eyes.
“You’ll get five seconds to guess for yourself, Sweetheart.”
“Okay…” slowly, realization begins to show its ugly face as Seann puts the pieces together in his head. “Look, could you wait just a minute? I think this is a bit too personal to share with my neighbor.” Closing the door, Seann places the small pack on the little table beside the door and returns to Brian.
“Brian, I think we have to finish our game later. There’s a kitty by the door.”
Brian smiles. “I wouldn’t mind watching. Just promise you’ll be naked.”
“Pervert. Thing is, she’s pissed.”
“I get it.” Brian rises and follows Seann back to the door. “You always find the kittens with the sharpest claws. Later.”
“Yeah, later.” Seann waved at Brian for no reason before letting Alex in. “I don’t get it Alex.” He says as she passes him, grabbing the pack on the way to the living room. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the pill?”
She sags down in his worn armchair and sighs before replying. “Yes. But I didn’t make it home last night, partly thanks to you, and my pills are at home.”
Seann lets himself sink into his undone bed besides the chair and looks at her. “I’m sorry. You were good, though.” He adds after a moments thought, remembering the night before.
Alex glares at him. “Damn you! Like I ever had a chance to be anything at all! I think you owe me a bit more than an apology.”
“Well, I know I did something wrong, and I already said I’m sorry for that. What more do you want?”
“£20 for the pills and new panties since you ruined the ones I was wearing and a place to stay till around 9.30 p.m.”
“Sounds fair. So what are you planning on doing for…” he looks at the clock on the wall briefly “8.5 hours, while I’m sleeping?” It’s a simple question and while he waits for her replay he takes his time to make himself more comfortable in his bed.
“You’re going to sleep all day?” She frowns as he nods at her with his eyes closed. “You’re going to ruin your daily rhythm.”
Rolling over on his side to look at he, Seann smiles “Look, Sweetheart; I work nightshifts. My daily rhythm is at ruined as it can be. ‘sides; Brian only granted me with 3 hours of sleep before he decided to wake me up because he was bored.”
“Oh…” I turn my head not to look at him while I slowly fiddle the blue fabric of my new jeans. “Well, guess that explains why you’re not wearing more clothing…”
What a vague comment, but to be honest, I didn’t notice that he’s only wearing his boxers and a grey tank top. And he looks good in it. I let yawn escape and my head feels a little empty. What am I going to do with all those hours? It’s really a good question, but as the lack of food during the week begins to show its face, I decide that I might as well get some more sleep. Unconcerned sleep, that is.
“I think I’ll take a few hours too. I’m kinda tired.”
Seann grins at me as I get out of the chair and leave my jeans on the floor and my gloves on the little table before crawling into his bed.
“So, your rich friend did you good last night? Is that why you’re so tired, Sweetheart?”
I sigh and curl up between his legs, resting my head on his thigh to make sure he can’t hold me in my sleep. Why do guys always ask so many questions about other guys? “He’s just a friend of mine. I’m only having sex with you, and you know that. And who I’m hanging out with is none of your business anyway.” I curl his cover around me as I know he doesn’t use it much and close my eyes.
“I’m just curious. I mean; I would surely get dumped if you got yourself a boyfriend, and most girls would throw themselves at a guy like him. Good looking, kind, rich…”
“I’m not ‘most girls’. And why are you so certain that he’s rich?”
“A Bentley with a private driver doesn’t pay itself.”
“Oh… so, you saw us leave?”
“I did so. And I’m going to sleep now. And, when you wake up I’m going to ask if you have thought about what I said last night.”
My head is already blurry and I simply nod against his thigh. “Whatever.” And I sleep before I notice long fingers curl into my hair and stroke my head.
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