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Chapter Seven
*Violet's Point of View*
I awoke to the annoying seagulls squawking their varied form of a wakeup call, and the slow even breathing of Jake while he rested his head on my chest. As if on queue, he opened his beautiful hazel eyes one at a time, stretched and pulled his arm around my waist.
"G'morning," He nuzzled my neck while whispering into the skin there.
"Good morning, Mr. Harris." I replied and reminisced about the previous night's rendezvous. I felt him smile against my smooth porcelain skin. I tired to hide the blush in my cheeks as he pulled himself to rest on his elbows.
"Christ, you're beautiful in the morning," He smiled down at me, and I couldn't help but pull my left hand over my eyes and cheeks to cover the fire burning at them. I moved two of my fingers to create a small slit, so I could see the smirk that played at Jake's lips.
"Shut up, no compliments before breakfast," I teased and elbowed his side. "Plus, I probably look hideous, and . . ." I felt his cool finger resting on my lips as if to shush me.
"You look amazing," He added while lifting the thin sheet that covered our bodies. "And I haven't seen that beauty mark." He snuck his hand under the covers and rested it on my stomach, only to trace circles around the tiny brown beauty mark two inches below my belly button. "In like six hours." I had no idea why the damned spot meant so much to him, but I got an idea when I started to get horny all over again.
"That's not allowed!" I yelled in protest and pulled his hand out from under the covers. "You aren't allowed to turn me on so early in the morning. Only I'm allowed to do that, remember I've still got to take the walk of shame."
His lips instantly attached to mine, and hungrily kissed me, "When you walk off the Marie in that," He pointed to the crinkled dress that decorated the floor of his stateroom. "It won't be the walk of shame." He paused and added. "In fact, I think you'll get applause."
I looked at him and pulled away from his face, "Why?"
"Because, Violet," He retorted and pulled a stray piece of purple hair from my face. "No one is allowed to bring back girls onto the boat. It's the cardinal rule of the Marie." He looked at me with a smile and I couldn't help but look at him while my eyebrows furrowed together.
"Well, how come I'm allowed? Hmm?" I replied with a look that even a mother wouldn't love.
"Because," He paused again and looked up at me while gulping. "Because, I . . . I love you." My stomach went into a monkey knot and I felt bile rising up in my throat.
"You what?!?!?" I screamed and sat straight up in bed to look at him, anger welling up in me.
"I love you, Violet." He replied and I jumped down off the bunk bed, butt naked, angry tears welling up in my emerald green eyes. I began pulling on my underwear and fasten my bra only to pull on Jake's sweats and hoodie. "What are you doing?" He finally got the message as I pulled my blond and purple wavy mess of hair into a pony tail.
I felt several tears stain my rosy cheeks. "Why do you have to ruin things? Huh?"
"The fuck are you talking about, Violet?" He retorted, his temper rising.
"We were fine, just being friends with benefits and now you have to bring love into this?" I cried out and wiped the stray tears on my cheeks. "You can't love me. I'm not good for you."
"Violet, stop!" He screamed and jumped down from the bed. "You're perfect for me."
"I swear to fucking Christ, Jacob Harris, if you call me Violet one more time. It's Goldfish, it always will be Goldfish. I don't do relationships. I don't do love. And I am no longer doing you." I retorted and left Jake before he could reply.
The chilly Alaskan air hit my lungs and burned for a good 5 seconds before they got used to the frigid morning air. I looked to the hotel next to the Elbow Room and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. Thank God I stole these sweat pants and hoodie from him. A dress would have given me frost bite in no time. I need Bry, and I needed her now.
-Bryrony's Point of View-
I wrinkled my nose as something gently rubbed against it. For a second, all was well, then it happened again. I groaned and wrinkled my noise once more. I hated waking up, I have to admit. I could feel eyes on me, and I let out a groan once more. Slowly, I opened one of my eyes and smiled slightly.
"See, now you have to wake up, Red. You've got one eye open," he said to me.
I shook my head and flipped on my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. I could smell him on it and I smiled. Last night played in my mind and I blushed. It had been good and perfect. His calloused fingers trailed down my back, absentmindedly making patterns. I turned my head and opened my eyes, looking at him. "You suck," I informed him.
He laughed as he laid on his side, putting his head on the pillow beside mine. "That's not what you said last night."
I could already feel my cheeks warming up. I turned onto my side so I could see him properly. "Now I just hate you."
"That's too bad, because I love you," he said, sheepish smile on his handsome face.
I stopped, staring at him. Surely he didn't mean that. There was no way. "You don't mean that," I informed him. "I told you not to go wasting your heart on someone like me. I'm complicated and nothing but trouble." Alright, maybe I wasn't so much the latter, but I definitely was the former. He didn't even know what had happened between me and my ex-fiance'.
He gently rested his fingers on my face, letting his thumb rub soothing circles on my cheek. "Bry, I told you, I prefer complicated. I don't care what you think of yourself. All that matters is what I think, and I think you're perfect."
How had I gotten so lucky? I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. After a few seconds, I pulled away and smiled at him. "Well, I love you too, you know," I finally replied. He grinned broadly before pulling me up onto him, our legs tangling as we lazily kissed. As much as I was up for having another go with Edgar, I just wanted to try and take thing slow. It seemed odd after what we had done, but still.
"You ready to get up?"
"No particularly," I answered.
He laughed before kissing me once more and sliding me to the side. "I think I'm going to order breakfast. You want anything?" he asked.
"Banana pancakes," I answered with a grin.
"You're serious?"
"As a heart attack. Believe me, you'll try them and they'll change your life," I told him. It was the truth. Banana pancakes were my weakness, as far as food was concerned.
He shrugged his shoulders and I threw a pillow at him. He only laughed as he picked up the phone. I rolled to my side and picked up my mobile from the bedside table. Me, being the naturally curious person I was, wanted to know how things had gone between Jake and Violet. I held down the number two and waited for it to connect.
"Hello," a rather masculine voice answered.
"Jake?" I asked, eyebrow raised. Edgar turned around, hand poised in midair, phone still in his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing with Violet's phone? Did you go through her purse? Where's Vi?"
"One question at a time, Bry. First of all, it was ringing and she's not around to answer it. And yeah, I obviously went through her purse," he said before pausing for a second. "I was hoping you'd know."
"What?"
"She took off," he informed me. Oh, shit.
"What did you do?"
"I just told her I loved her."
"Oh, fuck. Why?"
"Because it's true?" he answered, sounding confused. I was pretty sure he didn't realize why this was a bad thing.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a dick," I said to him as Edgar came back to bed, wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Why? Because I told her I loved her?"
"Exactly!"
"How is this a bad thing?" he asked. Yeah, he didn't understand. I ran my fingers through my red hair and looked over at Edgar. I was sure he didn't understand either.
"Just, fuck. I'm sorry, Jake. Violet's just not a big fan of love," I told him, though I was sure as hell not about to tell him why. "I'll take care of it." Like I always did.
*Violet's Point of View*
I climbed the stairs only to all but kick open the door after the little green light blinked green. Immediately I entered the room, fuming and balling my fists out of anger.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I screamed and stomped my feet like child having a tantrum. "Seriously? He has to bring love into this?" I began pacing back and forth, only to have two sets of eyes on me: one concerned, the other embarrassed.
"What happened, Sweetheart?" Bry's soothing voice filled my rage filled head. "Tell me everything, Sugar Plum."She whispered softly and turned her full attention towards me.
"Dickhead Jacob told me he fucking loved me this morning." I paused to look at Bryrony and Edgar before repeating myself. "HE TOLD ME HE LOVED ME!" I sobbed into my hands. "Why did he have to do that? We had such a good thing going!" I paced back and forth, once again stomping every couple paces. "I laid on top of him, naked, no strings attached, no love letters, nothing." I heard Edgar stifle a chuckle and I glared at him. "I'm serious, Edgar, I'm not the kind of girl that does love." I stomped right up to him and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. I saw him tugging the corner of the sheet that Bryrony was wrapped up in and so he pulled a pillow over his lap. "Let me tell you. I tried love once, and that fucker broke my damn heart. He trampled all over it, and spit on it. Never again, will I give my heart away. NEVER!" I spat angrily and screamed once again.
"Calm down, hunny," Bry spoke softly and shot a glare at Edgar for pulling the sheet. "He is a jerk for bringing love into it. Don't be upset; be thankful that you didn't love him back."
"That's the thing, Bry," I paused. "I like him. He's fun to be around, in fact, I wish I wasn't so angry around him so we could hang out together before we go back out for the second season." I saw the two elbowing each other so I trailed off.
She held up one finger. "Hang on a second, Vi." She turned to Edgar. "What the fuck, Edgar! Seriously, I'm trying to be the good best friend and you're over here being so selfish and rude." She sneered at him.
"Woman," He retorted. "I'm naked in front of my greenhorn. Yes, I'm going to be a little selfish and rude."
"It's just Violet. It's not like she wants to fuck you right here and now." Bry retorted in my favor as a blush came to my cheeks realizing Edgar really was without clothing, and only a meager pillow covered up the family jewels.
"It's still my greenhorn," He hissed and his eyebrows furrowed together but before she could reply I interrupted her.
"Yeah, hi!" I snarled. "Remember that one time I freaked the fuck out over Jacob Harris professing his undying love for me? What the fuck is wrong with you two? Have a little compassion for the one who is really knee deep in some shit that is totally F.U.B.A.R.!"
"Fubar?" Edgar questioned but was quickly shut up by Bry and my synchronized answers.
"Fucked up beyond all reason." We snarled together and then shared a smile.
"If it wasn't for you and your damned bet, none of this would be happening." I hissed in Edgar's direction. Bry looked from me to Edgar with questioning eyes. "Oh, you didn't hear about this one, Bry?"
"Goldfish, knock it off or I'll have you fined!" Edgar snarled angrily.
"For what? Telling the truth? Fuck you," I retorted and turned to Bryrony. "Edgar and Jacob bet that we'd fall in love with them by the end of the season."
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?" Bryrony's entire body shook from anger. "Edgar Hansen, you better hope she is lying."
"Let me explain!" Edgar cried back in desperation as Bry began dressing herself in front of me.
"I don't want to hear your petty explanations, or excuses." She hissed angrily and held out her arm for me to hook mine with. "We're leaving. And you'd better be gone by the time we come back. Don't make me regret what I said to you this morning!"
With the slam of the hotel room door and the cold air hitting my lungs, Bryrony and I left the hotel in a matter of five minutes with tears streaming down our rosy pink cheeks and mucus running from our noses. Tonight was going to be a bad night, I could just tell.
-Bryrony's Point of View-
My head hurt. Why did this kind of shit have to happen to us? We were good people, most of the time anyway. Hadn't we been fucked over enough? I was so mad, seeing red. Why had he done this to me? I didn't want to know the specifics of the bet, I didn't want to hear him try and explain it either. I wanted to forget about everything, at least for a night. I knew we'd have to face up to what had happened today, both Vi and I.
We'd swung by the small grocery store, each buying a bottle of whiskey. Though, I bought two packs of cigarettes. It's my one true vice, alright, one vice of many but whatever. I'm not perfect and I'm not afraid to admit that; despite what Edgar said to me earlier today. Just thinking about the man who confessed his love for me made me want to break something.
As Violet and I walked to the dock in silence, I looked around. It was freezing out and no one was around. I was pretty grateful for that. I didn't think I could handle seeing anyone but Violet right now. We had managed to stop crying, at least for now anyway. I had a feeling we'd only start up pretty soon.
As we reached the dock, we managed to find an abandoned section and sat down. The slow burn of alcohol down our throats made us feel warm. I stuck a cigarette between my lips and lifted the lighter, lighting the thing. We sat there, silently. After a few minutes, I turned to look at Violet. "Who do you think would have won the bet?" I wondered.
She lifted the bottle of whiskey to her lips and took a long pull before lowering. "I actually think both of the fuckers lost. From what I know, neither of us admitted love first."
I grinned slightly, she did have a point. Though I had told Edgar I loved him, it was only after he'd said the three words to me. "How do we always end up in situations like this?" I asked.
"Because the world likes to fuck with us."
Good point. I grabbed up my bottle of whiskey, taking a deep drink from it. I could already feel the edges blurring a bit, it was a nice feeling. "I really do love him, though."
Violet sat back on her hands, looking up at the stars in the night sky. I took a drag from my cigarette before exhaling it, watching as the smoke floated around us before being taken away by the wind. "Know what?"
"What?" I answered, turning my head to look at her.
"I think I love Jake too. Just, don't tell anyone." She smiled slightly before going for the bottle resting in her lap.
I nodded. Like I would really spill that secret. We were already half way through the bottles of whiskey, both feeling comfortably numb and warm. I lit another cigarette and laid back, Violet doing the same. I used my hands to pillow my head as I turned my head to look at my best friend. "We're fucked up."
"No, we were fucked over," she corrected, cracking a grin. Point.
I closed my eyes, feeling at ease. I had alcohol and a cigarette, I didn't need a guy. Though, if I were to be honest, which I wasn't really willing to do, I wanted to be with Edgar. If he really loved me, I could over look the boneheaded bet he had made. I could, I was a big enough person to do that. I went to tell Violet this, but noticed she had her eyes closed. I didn't want to wake her. I looked at the nearly empty bottle of whiskey gripped her in her blue fingers. No, wait, they weren't blue. That had to have been a trick of the light. I sighed contently before closing my eyes. "We'll be fine," I muttered.
