Here you go, a little Bover drama is beginning, so get ready. Enjoy! xx

The next morning, Jules yawned and blinked against the morning light as Pete rolled out of bed far too early for her liking. It was a Monday, meaning he had to go to work, much to her chagrin. After the hell that had been last night, she wanted to just lay in bed all day with him, ignoring the rest of the world.

After a few rounds, the boys had started to get out of hand the previous night. Swill was getting unusually touchy with her, and Pete clearly did not enjoy it. Neither did Bover.

Then Matt got a little too drunk and started saying things. Things that Pete and Jules would rather he hadn't, things like "Enjoy your dinner?" and "You want me to stay at Shannon's tonight?"

Luckily, the boys were a little too sloshed to really notice, but Jules suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Her secret, their secret, could be revealed so easily. One drunken slip by Matt, one look given not discreetly enough could ruin it all. What exactly would Bov do if he found out his best mate and little sister were together? He went mad if her doctor happened to be a man.

And the other boys, well, while they may take it better than her brother, they wouldn't be too thrilled either. It would make things...awkward. Especially when going out on scrap and such. Jules knew it could very easily spell her end with the GSE. As far as she knew, it could already be over. Pete had neglected to wake her up for the Manchester game. But she didn't want to think about it. If the boys of the GSE knew, then most likely the boys of other firms knew, which could spell disaster. Right now, they didn't target her so much, the Arsenal scrape being a rare exception, but if she openly dating West Ham's Number 1 and still showing up at the bust ups, she was fair game.

She had been stiff and unsociable the latter half of the night, trying her best not to show too much worry...or too much affection for Pete. It was hard, as she desperately wanted to snuggle against his side and plant a kiss on his perfect lips. But she couldn't, not in front of them.

"Morning babe," Pete said, walking out of the bathroom after a wake-up shower. He was wearing only a black towel, wrapped loosely around his waist and Jules had to force herself to avert her eyes from his toned torso. "Like what you see?" he asked cheekily.

Jules blushed and covered her face with a pillow. "Get dressed!" she mumbled through it.

"All done," Pete said a moment later. Jules removed the pillow but gasped when she realized he was lying, and was instead standing butt naked at the foot of the bed. Jules face heated up and she pulled the covers over her head in embarrassment.

"You fucker..."

"You know you liked it. All right, I'm dressed now. I promise!" Jules pulled off the blanket and gave him a grin.

"Stay here as long as you want," Pete said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "When I'm off work, do you want to grab a coffee or something? Tonight we're taking Matty to get an official Hammers tattoo, and since you have that whole needle phobia thing..."

"I won't want to be there, you've got that fucking right."

"Yeah, so I wanted us to be able to 'ang out a bit, yeah?"

"Sounds good to me."

Pete kissed her again and then left for work, kicking Matt's foot as it hung off the couch on the way out.

"Oof! What the fuck was that for?"

"Early bird catches the worm, Yank."

"Does that even make sense in this situation?"

"Fuck if I know. But Bubbles is up, so you'll be needed to scedattle."

Matt smirked at his friend's attempted American slang. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"Who cares? Your sister's? The Abbey? Buckingham Palace to the Yeoman Warders? You're a fucking tourist, you'll find something new and exciting."

"And why do I need to leave again?"

"Because, slag, it's a Monday morning. Which means Bubbles needs her peace and quiet. She'll be wanting to dance around in her knickers to Journey, The Stones, and other classic rock fucks, eat some ice cream for breakfast and take about a good four hours to actually prepare to see the light of day. And she won't want to be disturbed."

Matt stared up at him in confusion. "Am I missing something?"

"When you've known her as long as I have, you'll learn 'er tendencies." He looked up as he heard the shower turn on. "Ah, you'll have about an hour to get yourself out. She's gonna fuck over me bills."

Over two hours later, Jules wandered out of Pete's room, finally feeling awake and refreshed. She liked to get her week off to a good start, which included an uber-long shower, a mid-morning nap, another shower, some great tunes, and a bowl of Ben and Jerry's for breakfast. Once this was finished, she could finally begin her day.

She had just finished her bowl of Cherry Garcia, when her mobile buzzed to life.

"Lo?"

"Hello Jules."

"Oi, Mum! It's bloody early."

"It's 11 o'clock..."

"S'alright, alright. I'm awake. What's up?"

"Do you want to catch some lunch? I know we only saw each other yesterday, but Robert has the rare day off and I'd love for you two to meet each other. There's a lovely little café, Napket on King's Road?"

"Um, I suppose I could do that," Jules replied, setting her bowl down and reaching for a faded pair of jeans. She refused to wear restrictive pants when eating ice cream, it seemed slightly contradictory to her. "Meet you there in an hour?"

"That would be lovely."

Jules clicked the phone shut and continued getting dressed. While she was looking forward to seeing her mother again, she was a little nervous to meet the successful Robert. Brushing her hair a few more strokes than usual and stealing some mint gum from Matt's bag, she made her way to the door. She gasped in surprised when she saw Bover standing on the other side.

"Bruv, watcha doing here?"

"Hey Jules," he said with a smile. "I thought maybe I would take you out to get some fish 'n chips or somefing." She looked at him in confusion.

"You never take me out..."

"Well, I know, and I feel kinda shitty about that," her brother replied, running his hand through his shaggy hair. "But, last night, you seemed sorta off and I wanted to see if anything was botherin' you. And maybe we could catch up a bit, you know?"

"Bov, we see each other everyday."

"Yeah, but that's not really the bleedin' point," Bov replied, seeming to get a little agitated. "I just think that we should spend a little more time together. We're all we've got."

"We have the GSE," Jules replied steadily. "They're our family. But, I would like to hang out with you at some point, however, I'm somewhat busy at the moment."

"Doing what?"

"Uh, nothing," she replied, stepping around him and shutting the door behind her.

"You're busy doing nothing? I may not talk eloquently, but I'm not stupid Jules."

"Eloquently? Big word for you, Bov." Jules hopped down the stairs that led out to the street and grimaced as she heard him thumping along behind her.

"Where are you going?" he asked, sounding oddly depressed. It was like he was being left out, the only one who didn't know a big secret.

"I'm meeting an old friend for lunch, okay?" Jules replied in exasperation, picking up her pace a little. Bov was right there with her.

"What old friends do you have that aren't in the GSE?"

"Bov, just please. Can we talk about this later?" She was just about to dash down the tube stairs when he grabbed her arm.

"What's going on Jules? Dave and Keith have noticed it too. You're not the same lately."

"Listen, bruv. Nothing is going on. Just let me have a little time to meself, yeah? I'll see you later." Pulling her arm out of his grip, she raced down to the trains, leaving Bover standing there, furious and hurt, wondering when he had lost the trust of his sister.