It's Just You And Me Now

Chapter 2: You Again

A/N: Alright, last thing I'm gonna upload until next week! I just wanted to put as much of my story that I have written out there, give you guys a good first impression and everything!

I plan on uploading 2 chapters per week, but I'll see, it might be only one, depending on the length of the chapter. Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter! :)

D/C: Same as last time. Don't own McFly, Don't know McFly, If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fiction about them. :)

Blink's POV

I stare at Sheen, who is glaring at me so furiously I think it might burn a hole through my head.

'You got caught?' She almost screams, walking towards me.

'No, I almost got questioned,' I correct her matter-of-factly, 'and it was only last night, he probably hasn't done anything yet. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?' I'm trying to stay calm. There was really no point in freaking out since it had already happened. There was nothing I could do about it now.

Sheen frowned down on me disapprovingly.

'Well almost is too close, and he could've call the cops by now! They could be looking for us as we speak and we might not even know.'

I racked my brain thinking of something to say to calm Sheen down. It's not that I was afraid of her; she wasn't that skilled of a fighter, and she wouldn't really hurt me anyway, but a pissed-off Sheen could get very annoying, very quickly.

'But he probably didn't,' I say, making it up as I go along. I got a way with words in these situations. 'I mean, he didn't even see the money in the bag. Why would he say anything?'

'Well maybe if you hadn't been acting shifty as fuck,' now she was really yelling at me, '''you didn't see anything?' Are you kidding me? Now definitely knows you did something! Why didn't you just say 'I just robbed a bank for my friend who's a drug dealer?' It would've been a lot less straightforward!' Her sardonic words making me roll my eyes.

My own temper is starting to flare. Okay, maybe saying 'you didn't see anything' was a little obvious. But what did it matter? He couldn't report me to the cops just because I'd acted a little shady. I got the money just like she wanted, so what was she stressing about? If Sheen doesn't like how I get things for her suppliers, then maybe she should get it herself!

I take a breath, but I'm cut off when Dodger pushes the heavy door of the warehouse open. The warehouse is an old abandoned, dirty place that the three of us reside. Dodger takes the dusty top floor, Sheen in the spacey main floor, and me in the small cellar. There's nothing in there other than what we need for our 'jobs,' Dodger's being weapon dealing, with his 100% accuracy, Sheen with drugs, with her skill in 'cooking,' and me having the joy of seeing the light of day by having to get what we need without paying. I don't mind it too much, as I get to pass the music store whenever I have to go out, and marvel at the guitars I dream of getting. Just because I rob banks and stores for a living, doesn't mean I don't have an actual ambition.

As Dodger steps into the cold room, he eyes us suspiciously.

'What is it now, you guys?' he asks warily. This is nowhere near the first time this happened.

'She almost got caught!' Sheen blurts, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

Dodger turns to me, surprised. I'm usually very careful about what I do, but I'm so used to it, I let my guard.

'But you didn't, right?' He asks me, and I shake my head no. He turns back to Sheen. 'See? Then there's nothing to worry about,' he says casually. Sheen casts me a sidelong glance, and I look back at her pointedly. She sighs.

'You're right. Sorry Blink, I'm just being paranoid again. You never get caught, so I thought you getting noticed would be serious.'

I grin at her and hold up my fist. Smirking, she bumps it with her own and picks the bag off of the floor.

'Well anyway, I got shit to sell. See you guys later,' She says, walking out the big door.

'Later,' Dodger calls. I just wave.

Dodger and I wander aimlessly down the alley.

'So you almost got caught last night?' He inquires. I give a slight smile, and nod.

'What happened? Are you okay?' He responds, concerned. Ever since that night when I was 15, Dodger has been the closest to family I've ever had. He's basically my big brother, and we're very close, but he's also very protective over me.

'I'm fine,' I reply simply. I'm a girl of few words, but when I give, I mean them.

'Tell me exactly what happened, I'll go find the guy and-'

'Dodger, nobody did anything to hurt me.'

Dodger looks at me expectantly, waiting for a story. I take a breath and start explaining.

'I was coming back from the bank and I knocked into this guy.'

'What did he do?'

'Nothing, he was just trying to get a look into the bag. So I zipped it up, told him he hadn't seen anything, and left.'

Relief washes over Dodger's face.

'See? It really was nothing,' I say, reassuring him.

'Yeah, I guess I got all worried over nothing.'

We chat about weapons and the people we know and other various things while walking around the town.

Just as we were about to get back to the main alley, a strange noise comes faintly from around the corner. Dodger and I glance at each other and press ourselves against the brick wall to get closer to the corner. The noise is now distinguishable as murmuring. It gets louder, and then the smashing of glass almost echoes through the air. Dodger nods at me, wordlessly telling me to go and check it out. I nod back at him and peek around the corner.

Dougie's POV

My head is spinning as I fall to the ground with a bottle of beer in my right hand. I don't care that I'm already hung-over. Besides, there are two choices when you're in this state: Walk it off, or drink some more.

Going to the club did get Her off my mind for a while, but as soon as I left, she was stuck in my head again.

I prop myself up against the brick wall and the world's rotation slows slightly. I take a swig from the bottle, which misses my mouth slightly and dribbles down my chin.

'Why did she leave me?' I mutter to myself.

'I loved her so much, an' she's just like, bye.'

I take another gulp of the cheap beer, liking the way it burns the back of my throat.

'I'm a mess now 'cause of her!' I'm starting to get angry instead of sad, but the anger leaves me as quickly as it came.

'Don't go,' I say, my voice cracking. I try to throw the now empty bottle at the wall, but it ends up smashing on the ground a foot in front of me.

I stare at the ground for a while and the world finally stops spinning. Suddenly a new shadow appeared. Was the sun setting? What time was it?

Trying to focus my vision as much as I could try, I see a small silhouette of a person edge towards me, face hidden in the blurriness of my vision. The figure comes closer and then speaks in a quiet, but solid voice.

'You all right, dude? You shouldn't be in this part of town alone.'

Blink's POV

'You all right, dude? You shouldn't be in this part of town alone.'

By these words, I'm close enough to smell the alcohol on this guy, mixed this the stench of that filthy club that has just opened down the street. With a hoodie over his head, I can't see his whole face, only the gleam of blue eyes.

I wait for a moment for his obviously seriously hung-over brain to register, but get no response.

'You hear me?' I say, a little more clearly, with a hint of annoyance. I don't tolerate drunks like this idiot. 'You really shouldn't be out here alone!' I give him a little push to wake him up.

He jolts in surprise, and the little amount of sense he has seems to wake up. He blinks a few times, washing the cloud that was blinding him away.

'Oh…Sorry.' He quickly straightens up, pausing to look at me, and freezes, narrowing his eyes. He slowly pulls his hood back to show his face and I swallow.

Great. I think. You again.

Oooh, what'll happen? Hehe, hope you stick around to find out!

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