Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine. Lalalalaaaaa!!!! Except Sarah is mine, I just realised that. Hmmm. But no one else. Except Rob and Jesse. They're mine. Ha, I wish! According to Microsoft Word there are about a million things with those last sentences. I see nothing wrong with them.
A/N: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, diddly dee, there they are standing in a row! Pom, pom, pom. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head! Sorry, had to get that out. Chapter seven, lalalalaaaa!!! Hey it's my little song: Chapter, chapter, oh it's chapter seven! Ok. Just a little note, I really am trying to stop bursting into song at important moments but I can't help it! I have to! I'm not listening to any music right now so that's good, however I'm watching TV so don't blame me if someone flicks over to the music channels! Enjoy, and thanks to anyone who reviewed chapter six! I have two new reviewers! Ah! Thanks to Pens in Potatoes and Shlane for reviewing! I hope it shocked you all because it shocked Jesse and Suze! 25/7/04: I'm editing this chapter! My sister read it and pointed out that there were loads of mistakes! Lots of Luv from Lor-lor
Suze's POV (because I'm sure you're desperate to find out their reactions)
"Wha...? Paul...and...geh...he...that..." That was about all I could get out. I was pretty much lost for words. So that's why we hadn't seen Paul for a few months. He was in New York. Jesse on the other opposite. (A/N: Oo oo! I know I said I'd stop but: Be young! Be foolish, but be happy! I'm sorry it's on an advert. I'll shut up now. Really I will.) This is what Jesse said:
"Nombre de Dios! Slater that...that bastardo!"
Uh, yeah, I might not speak a word of Spanish but I'm not that stupid, I certainly knew what bastardo meant. Jesse is such a hypocrite. He is constantly telling me not to swear but he's always doing it in Spanish because he thinks that if I don't understand I won't know when he's swearing. But I know because most of what he says in Spanish is swearing because otherwise he'd say it in English.
So Jesse was reeling off a whole string of Spanish swear words, thinking I didn't understand, his scar was glowing and the whole room was shaking. Sarah was kind of sitting there looking at him in a weird way, obviously thinking he was bonkers (heehee) because she had no idea we knew him and me not being able to say anything. Once I'd got over the initial shock though I thought I should calm Jesse down.
"Shhh, babe." Where the hell did that come from? Babe? Not that Jesse wasn't a babe, sounds a bit girly really, hmm, "We've handled Paul a million times before, we can do it again. It's no big deal."
Jesse didn't seem to agree though. Considering what he said next.
"Susannah, this is not 'no big deal' as you put it. If we don't stop Paul he could become really powerful. Who knows what he could do to...people."
He said people, he so didn't mean 'people'. I know what he was going to say. You. He was going to say "Who knows what he could do to you". He's tried stuff before, don't ask what stuff, you name it he's tried it. Even the big IT, not that he managed to, he did come close though but Jesse turned up and hauled him off me just in time. Do I need to tell you what it is? I hope you're not that naïve.
"Excuse us for a second, Sarah." Sarah didn't leave like I thought she might so I grabbed Jesse's arm and pulled him further into the room where we talked in whispers.
"He isn't going to do anything, Jesse. Not if we stop him first." I hissed.
"Susannah! He is dangerous, don't go anywhere near him."
"If I don't go anywhere near him I can't stop him can I? What am I supposed to do, let him kill a little kid and then roam around with the powers of an angel and the intentions of Satan?" Jesse gave this little sigh, very sexy. No Suze! You're mad at him!
"What about those psychics? We just have to tell them where Slater is, they can do everything else and you can stay away from Him." He said it just like that. Like it was capitalised and in italics. He also sounded a bit murderous when he said it. I'm sure if I hadn't stopped him hundreds of times he would have killed Paul by now.
"Oh that's great. We're bored of fighting this guy, here you have him. He'll probably kill you and then if you're still hanging around he'll exorcise you. By the way that kid's an angel and this guy's trying to steal his powers. See you around. Oh and if he tries to take over the world leave us alone because he might try to rape me again!"
I regretted that as soon as I said it. Jesse looked stunned and I realised that I'd burst into tears. Jesse took me in his arms and started shushing me.
"Shhh, querida. It's ok. I won't let him do anything to you. It's ok, I won't let him touch you." It was one of those 'blazing arguments and suddenly someone cries and everything's forgiven' moments. Like when Angel kills Miss Calendar in Buffy and Buffy and Giles are shouting at each other and then they cry and hug each other.
Then a voice came from the other side of the room.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your...uh moment but is there something you know about my brother that I don't?" Oh right, Sarah. I kind of forgot about her. Then it hit me. Since when did Paul have a sister?
"Paul doesn't have a sister."
"What?"
"I said Paul doesn't have a sister. So who are you?"
"I'm not his sister exactly. Well, I am kind of, I'm his step sister. Hardly that really. I'm his dad's step-daughter but he left my mum to go live with Paul's mum. What were you saying about Paul?"
(A/N: Love in an elevator! Sorry, sorry! I'm listening to Aerosmith again. Well can you blame me? They're a great band!)
"Didn't you know? Paul is a sick little bastard who likes to stalk me and then try to rape me." I spat at her.
Sarah stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"I always knew he was a little prick, from the moment I lay eyes on him but I didn't think he was that low."
"Oh, come on," I scoffed at her, "He's going to kill a two year old boy and you didn't think he was that low? Yeah right! Why do you even care anyway? You were going to do exactly what he's going to do. You're just as bad as him so don't try to pull the innocent act."
"Don't say that," She looked on the verge of tears, "Please don't say that. I don't want to go to Hell. Please..."
An idea struck me, I thought about it for a moment before voicing it.
"Maybe you can redeem yourself," Sarah gave me a quizzical look, as did Jesse, "Make up for what you did in your life, in your afterlife. Help us."
"I will. I will help. I want to. I don't want to go to Hell," she repeated, "I didn't want to kill the boy. I had to do it before Paul did."
"Uh, newsflash. You take this boy's powers Paul finds another angel. Duh, plus Paul might not even know how to do this if you hadn't found this ritual thing."
"I know." She looked really ashamed, bowed her head and everything, "I thought that if I found the ritual first I could destroy and Paul could never get his hands on it but it said about being really powerful and I got caught up in it. I was tired of being no one. I wanted to be powerful. I just made everything a whole lot worse."
Despite this little heartfelt confession I had no sympathy for her. Maybe a little but not enough to forgive her.
"Too right you made everything worse!" I screamed at her, practically busting a lung.
"Susannah, I think that's enough for today. Maybe we should go to bed." Jesse finally spoke for the first time in ages.
I looked at the clock. "Jesse, it's noon."
He glanced at the clock then too, "Oh. Perhaps Sarah should go now. You can come back tomorrow." He told Sarah. She dematerialised. Who knows where she went?
We did go to bed in the end. That's exactly what we did, we just fell asleep, Jesse's arms around me. We hadn't had sex yet. I mean think about it, it's weird enough if someone walks into my room when I'm kissing him. If they walked in when I was having sex with him it'd look like...yeah.
Jess's POV (thought you might have had enough of Suze)
I'm kind of bored. Seriously, I mean I wouldn't be but Rob's gone to some biker bar, without a bike though seeing as his Harley is in Indiana (he sold the Indian after he'd finished fixing up the Harley). I would have gone but it didn't feel the same going without a bike. So now I'm totally and utterly bored.
Hey, I know. I'll call that Suze girl. She didn't seem that bad, I think I made out that she was really annoying and stuff but she wasn't too bad, quite friendly really. She said to call her if I needed her, she didn't say it had to be about the case. And I do need her. Well not her precisely, just anyone I can talk to.
I swear I am so bored I'd even have a conversation with Karen Sue Hanky. Ok, maybe I'm not that desperate. But I'm desperate enough to call Suze Simon, someone I've only met for like half an hour, during that time learning that she can see ghosts and her boyfriend is of the spook variety. So I'll call her. Where's that number gone?
"Hello?" A girl picked up, I guess it was her, she sounded kind of groggy like she'd just woken up. How could she have been sleeping, it's only three in the afternoon.
"Is that Suze?"
"Yeah, that's me. Who is this?" She sounded a bit suspicious. I guess I would sound suspicious too if someone phoned my cell number and I didn't know who they were.
"This is Jess Mastriani. I was wondering if you would like to go and get a coffee somewhere, to talk about the case." It was as good an excuse as any.
(A/N: My God, Aerosmith are a great band!)
"Uh, right, I guess so," She sounded really uncertain, "Where do you want to go?"
Ah, hadn't thought about that one. There was only one place I knew, that biker bar Rob went to, 'cause we passed it earlier. Oh well, it's as good a place as any. As long as she won't be intimidated by all the biker dudes (A/N: I couldn't resist. Biker dudes!).
"I know this place. It's like a biker bar, just down the street from my hotel."
"Oh yeah, I saw that earlier. I'll meet you there then. At about four o'clock?" She still sounded kind of reluctant. (A/N: Couldn't be bothered to think of a name!)
"Listen you don't have to come. It's not important or anything, I just wanted something to do."
"No, no it's ok. I kind of need to get out of here anyway." Hmmm, strange.
"Oh right, four o'clock then. I'll see you there."
A whole hour? What will I do for an hour?
I arrived at the bar first. A couple of guys wolf whistled when I walked in which caused Rob, who was sitting at the bar, to turn around. He smiled when he saw me then he realised that the guys had been whistling at me.
"Hey!" he shouted, "That's my girlfriend!" Some of them went silent whereas others shouted things like "Way to grab the hottie, Rob!" and "Ohh, sorry!", that second one was in really sarcastic voices.
"Hi," I walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, "How is it half the people in here know your name already?"
"Uh, I'm known for my stunning good looks and charming personality?"
"Yeah, right," I replied sceptically looking at the beer in his hand, "How much have you had to drink?"
"Not much. I thought you said you weren't coming anyway."
"I said I wasn't going with you. I'm meeting Suze."
He looked at me in a weird way, "Uh, who?"
"You met her this morning. It was only six hours ago. Surely you haven't had that much to drink?"
"Oh right. Ghost girl." He said simply, ignoring my comment about drinking too much, "She just walked in the door." I didn't need telling that. You could tell a girl had just walked in from all the wolf whistles and cat calls (A/N: What's with the animal names? You and me baby ain't nothing but mammal. Er, right)
"See you later, I'll leave you to chat with your new found mates. Don't drink too much."
"Oh please. I have had three beers and won one drinking contest." (A/N: Before editing that said three bears. As in Goldilocks and the Three Bears)
"How many have you lost?"
"Go and have your girly chat or whatever you're doing."
I slapped him lightly on the back of his head, causing some of his 'mates' to go "Oooo!".
"Shut up and stop drinking. I'm not going to force you but if I have to drag you back to the hotel tonight and you wake up in the morning with a huge hangover don't come running to me."
"I know my limits, now go away and stop telling me what to do."
"Ok, have it your way. See you later."
I walked up to Suze who had seen me talking to Rob and sat at a table to wait for me.
I sat across from her and muttered "Men!" She must have heard me because she laughed.
"I know what you mean. Only my guy problems are a little different to excessive drinking. You've got it easy compared to me."
"Yeah, must be difficult." I really did sympathise with her.
We didn't actually talk about the case at all. First we talked about boyfriends then we moved on to what it's like having 'special gifts' and not telling anyone. I found out we have a lot in common.
I left Rob to do whatever it was he was doing until about nine (who'd have thought we'd stay there talking for five hours?) when I heard a loud thump and looked over to the bar to see that Rob had fallen off his stool.
He went "Woops." sounding very drunk and struggled to get back to his feet.
"I think I'd better take him back to the hotel. It was nice meeting you properly. Maybe we can do this again some time." I told Suze.
"Yeah, I'd like that. I think you had better get him out of here before he makes a fool of himself."
I looked over to where Rob was standing, just as he got punched in the face by this huge Hell's Angel.
"Too late. Sorry I have to go. See you again some time."
I rushed up to Rob who was now holding his nose which was bleeding profusely (A/N: Is this a word? If so am I using it in the right way?). I grabbed his arm and dragged him out, snatching up a few napkins on the way for his nose which I handed to him.
"What did you say to him?" I hissed as Rob mopped up the blood.
"Nothing. You have a nice ass."
"It couldn't have been nothing. Nothing doesn't get you punched." I replied, ignoring the ass comment.
"He was staring at you. I told him to back off. He was probably staring at your nice ass." Rob slurred as he almost fell over. Being drunk seems to make you forget how to walk.
"Right. I told you not to drink too much."
"I didn't. I drank just enough. Let's go back to the hotel and have SEX!"
"I don't think so," I replied as Rob bent over and hurled into some bushes, "Let's go back to the hotel so you can throw up in the toilet and not all over the street."
A/N: Woohoo! This is my longest chapter yet! And I'm damn proud of it! Hope you enjoyed. I can't think of much for chappy eight so you may have to wait a bit. Byeeee!
Luv from Lor-lor
A/N: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, diddly dee, there they are standing in a row! Pom, pom, pom. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head! Sorry, had to get that out. Chapter seven, lalalalaaaa!!! Hey it's my little song: Chapter, chapter, oh it's chapter seven! Ok. Just a little note, I really am trying to stop bursting into song at important moments but I can't help it! I have to! I'm not listening to any music right now so that's good, however I'm watching TV so don't blame me if someone flicks over to the music channels! Enjoy, and thanks to anyone who reviewed chapter six! I have two new reviewers! Ah! Thanks to Pens in Potatoes and Shlane for reviewing! I hope it shocked you all because it shocked Jesse and Suze! 25/7/04: I'm editing this chapter! My sister read it and pointed out that there were loads of mistakes! Lots of Luv from Lor-lor
Suze's POV (because I'm sure you're desperate to find out their reactions)
"Wha...? Paul...and...geh...he...that..." That was about all I could get out. I was pretty much lost for words. So that's why we hadn't seen Paul for a few months. He was in New York. Jesse on the other opposite. (A/N: Oo oo! I know I said I'd stop but: Be young! Be foolish, but be happy! I'm sorry it's on an advert. I'll shut up now. Really I will.) This is what Jesse said:
"Nombre de Dios! Slater that...that bastardo!"
Uh, yeah, I might not speak a word of Spanish but I'm not that stupid, I certainly knew what bastardo meant. Jesse is such a hypocrite. He is constantly telling me not to swear but he's always doing it in Spanish because he thinks that if I don't understand I won't know when he's swearing. But I know because most of what he says in Spanish is swearing because otherwise he'd say it in English.
So Jesse was reeling off a whole string of Spanish swear words, thinking I didn't understand, his scar was glowing and the whole room was shaking. Sarah was kind of sitting there looking at him in a weird way, obviously thinking he was bonkers (heehee) because she had no idea we knew him and me not being able to say anything. Once I'd got over the initial shock though I thought I should calm Jesse down.
"Shhh, babe." Where the hell did that come from? Babe? Not that Jesse wasn't a babe, sounds a bit girly really, hmm, "We've handled Paul a million times before, we can do it again. It's no big deal."
Jesse didn't seem to agree though. Considering what he said next.
"Susannah, this is not 'no big deal' as you put it. If we don't stop Paul he could become really powerful. Who knows what he could do to...people."
He said people, he so didn't mean 'people'. I know what he was going to say. You. He was going to say "Who knows what he could do to you". He's tried stuff before, don't ask what stuff, you name it he's tried it. Even the big IT, not that he managed to, he did come close though but Jesse turned up and hauled him off me just in time. Do I need to tell you what it is? I hope you're not that naïve.
"Excuse us for a second, Sarah." Sarah didn't leave like I thought she might so I grabbed Jesse's arm and pulled him further into the room where we talked in whispers.
"He isn't going to do anything, Jesse. Not if we stop him first." I hissed.
"Susannah! He is dangerous, don't go anywhere near him."
"If I don't go anywhere near him I can't stop him can I? What am I supposed to do, let him kill a little kid and then roam around with the powers of an angel and the intentions of Satan?" Jesse gave this little sigh, very sexy. No Suze! You're mad at him!
"What about those psychics? We just have to tell them where Slater is, they can do everything else and you can stay away from Him." He said it just like that. Like it was capitalised and in italics. He also sounded a bit murderous when he said it. I'm sure if I hadn't stopped him hundreds of times he would have killed Paul by now.
"Oh that's great. We're bored of fighting this guy, here you have him. He'll probably kill you and then if you're still hanging around he'll exorcise you. By the way that kid's an angel and this guy's trying to steal his powers. See you around. Oh and if he tries to take over the world leave us alone because he might try to rape me again!"
I regretted that as soon as I said it. Jesse looked stunned and I realised that I'd burst into tears. Jesse took me in his arms and started shushing me.
"Shhh, querida. It's ok. I won't let him do anything to you. It's ok, I won't let him touch you." It was one of those 'blazing arguments and suddenly someone cries and everything's forgiven' moments. Like when Angel kills Miss Calendar in Buffy and Buffy and Giles are shouting at each other and then they cry and hug each other.
Then a voice came from the other side of the room.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your...uh moment but is there something you know about my brother that I don't?" Oh right, Sarah. I kind of forgot about her. Then it hit me. Since when did Paul have a sister?
"Paul doesn't have a sister."
"What?"
"I said Paul doesn't have a sister. So who are you?"
"I'm not his sister exactly. Well, I am kind of, I'm his step sister. Hardly that really. I'm his dad's step-daughter but he left my mum to go live with Paul's mum. What were you saying about Paul?"
(A/N: Love in an elevator! Sorry, sorry! I'm listening to Aerosmith again. Well can you blame me? They're a great band!)
"Didn't you know? Paul is a sick little bastard who likes to stalk me and then try to rape me." I spat at her.
Sarah stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"I always knew he was a little prick, from the moment I lay eyes on him but I didn't think he was that low."
"Oh, come on," I scoffed at her, "He's going to kill a two year old boy and you didn't think he was that low? Yeah right! Why do you even care anyway? You were going to do exactly what he's going to do. You're just as bad as him so don't try to pull the innocent act."
"Don't say that," She looked on the verge of tears, "Please don't say that. I don't want to go to Hell. Please..."
An idea struck me, I thought about it for a moment before voicing it.
"Maybe you can redeem yourself," Sarah gave me a quizzical look, as did Jesse, "Make up for what you did in your life, in your afterlife. Help us."
"I will. I will help. I want to. I don't want to go to Hell," she repeated, "I didn't want to kill the boy. I had to do it before Paul did."
"Uh, newsflash. You take this boy's powers Paul finds another angel. Duh, plus Paul might not even know how to do this if you hadn't found this ritual thing."
"I know." She looked really ashamed, bowed her head and everything, "I thought that if I found the ritual first I could destroy and Paul could never get his hands on it but it said about being really powerful and I got caught up in it. I was tired of being no one. I wanted to be powerful. I just made everything a whole lot worse."
Despite this little heartfelt confession I had no sympathy for her. Maybe a little but not enough to forgive her.
"Too right you made everything worse!" I screamed at her, practically busting a lung.
"Susannah, I think that's enough for today. Maybe we should go to bed." Jesse finally spoke for the first time in ages.
I looked at the clock. "Jesse, it's noon."
He glanced at the clock then too, "Oh. Perhaps Sarah should go now. You can come back tomorrow." He told Sarah. She dematerialised. Who knows where she went?
We did go to bed in the end. That's exactly what we did, we just fell asleep, Jesse's arms around me. We hadn't had sex yet. I mean think about it, it's weird enough if someone walks into my room when I'm kissing him. If they walked in when I was having sex with him it'd look like...yeah.
Jess's POV (thought you might have had enough of Suze)
I'm kind of bored. Seriously, I mean I wouldn't be but Rob's gone to some biker bar, without a bike though seeing as his Harley is in Indiana (he sold the Indian after he'd finished fixing up the Harley). I would have gone but it didn't feel the same going without a bike. So now I'm totally and utterly bored.
Hey, I know. I'll call that Suze girl. She didn't seem that bad, I think I made out that she was really annoying and stuff but she wasn't too bad, quite friendly really. She said to call her if I needed her, she didn't say it had to be about the case. And I do need her. Well not her precisely, just anyone I can talk to.
I swear I am so bored I'd even have a conversation with Karen Sue Hanky. Ok, maybe I'm not that desperate. But I'm desperate enough to call Suze Simon, someone I've only met for like half an hour, during that time learning that she can see ghosts and her boyfriend is of the spook variety. So I'll call her. Where's that number gone?
"Hello?" A girl picked up, I guess it was her, she sounded kind of groggy like she'd just woken up. How could she have been sleeping, it's only three in the afternoon.
"Is that Suze?"
"Yeah, that's me. Who is this?" She sounded a bit suspicious. I guess I would sound suspicious too if someone phoned my cell number and I didn't know who they were.
"This is Jess Mastriani. I was wondering if you would like to go and get a coffee somewhere, to talk about the case." It was as good an excuse as any.
(A/N: My God, Aerosmith are a great band!)
"Uh, right, I guess so," She sounded really uncertain, "Where do you want to go?"
Ah, hadn't thought about that one. There was only one place I knew, that biker bar Rob went to, 'cause we passed it earlier. Oh well, it's as good a place as any. As long as she won't be intimidated by all the biker dudes (A/N: I couldn't resist. Biker dudes!).
"I know this place. It's like a biker bar, just down the street from my hotel."
"Oh yeah, I saw that earlier. I'll meet you there then. At about four o'clock?" She still sounded kind of reluctant. (A/N: Couldn't be bothered to think of a name!)
"Listen you don't have to come. It's not important or anything, I just wanted something to do."
"No, no it's ok. I kind of need to get out of here anyway." Hmmm, strange.
"Oh right, four o'clock then. I'll see you there."
A whole hour? What will I do for an hour?
I arrived at the bar first. A couple of guys wolf whistled when I walked in which caused Rob, who was sitting at the bar, to turn around. He smiled when he saw me then he realised that the guys had been whistling at me.
"Hey!" he shouted, "That's my girlfriend!" Some of them went silent whereas others shouted things like "Way to grab the hottie, Rob!" and "Ohh, sorry!", that second one was in really sarcastic voices.
"Hi," I walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, "How is it half the people in here know your name already?"
"Uh, I'm known for my stunning good looks and charming personality?"
"Yeah, right," I replied sceptically looking at the beer in his hand, "How much have you had to drink?"
"Not much. I thought you said you weren't coming anyway."
"I said I wasn't going with you. I'm meeting Suze."
He looked at me in a weird way, "Uh, who?"
"You met her this morning. It was only six hours ago. Surely you haven't had that much to drink?"
"Oh right. Ghost girl." He said simply, ignoring my comment about drinking too much, "She just walked in the door." I didn't need telling that. You could tell a girl had just walked in from all the wolf whistles and cat calls (A/N: What's with the animal names? You and me baby ain't nothing but mammal. Er, right)
"See you later, I'll leave you to chat with your new found mates. Don't drink too much."
"Oh please. I have had three beers and won one drinking contest." (A/N: Before editing that said three bears. As in Goldilocks and the Three Bears)
"How many have you lost?"
"Go and have your girly chat or whatever you're doing."
I slapped him lightly on the back of his head, causing some of his 'mates' to go "Oooo!".
"Shut up and stop drinking. I'm not going to force you but if I have to drag you back to the hotel tonight and you wake up in the morning with a huge hangover don't come running to me."
"I know my limits, now go away and stop telling me what to do."
"Ok, have it your way. See you later."
I walked up to Suze who had seen me talking to Rob and sat at a table to wait for me.
I sat across from her and muttered "Men!" She must have heard me because she laughed.
"I know what you mean. Only my guy problems are a little different to excessive drinking. You've got it easy compared to me."
"Yeah, must be difficult." I really did sympathise with her.
We didn't actually talk about the case at all. First we talked about boyfriends then we moved on to what it's like having 'special gifts' and not telling anyone. I found out we have a lot in common.
I left Rob to do whatever it was he was doing until about nine (who'd have thought we'd stay there talking for five hours?) when I heard a loud thump and looked over to the bar to see that Rob had fallen off his stool.
He went "Woops." sounding very drunk and struggled to get back to his feet.
"I think I'd better take him back to the hotel. It was nice meeting you properly. Maybe we can do this again some time." I told Suze.
"Yeah, I'd like that. I think you had better get him out of here before he makes a fool of himself."
I looked over to where Rob was standing, just as he got punched in the face by this huge Hell's Angel.
"Too late. Sorry I have to go. See you again some time."
I rushed up to Rob who was now holding his nose which was bleeding profusely (A/N: Is this a word? If so am I using it in the right way?). I grabbed his arm and dragged him out, snatching up a few napkins on the way for his nose which I handed to him.
"What did you say to him?" I hissed as Rob mopped up the blood.
"Nothing. You have a nice ass."
"It couldn't have been nothing. Nothing doesn't get you punched." I replied, ignoring the ass comment.
"He was staring at you. I told him to back off. He was probably staring at your nice ass." Rob slurred as he almost fell over. Being drunk seems to make you forget how to walk.
"Right. I told you not to drink too much."
"I didn't. I drank just enough. Let's go back to the hotel and have SEX!"
"I don't think so," I replied as Rob bent over and hurled into some bushes, "Let's go back to the hotel so you can throw up in the toilet and not all over the street."
A/N: Woohoo! This is my longest chapter yet! And I'm damn proud of it! Hope you enjoyed. I can't think of much for chappy eight so you may have to wait a bit. Byeeee!
Luv from Lor-lor