Chapter 13: Not So Prefect
A/N: This chapter is for Imzadi, so he can stop asking me to pair Lindsey (did I spell that right?) up. This takes place at the same time during the last part of the last chapter.
Lindsey walked into his apartment Eve followed quickly. He looked around it was dark, the sun was setting. Eve walked into the bathroom and five minutes later Lindsey heard the shower running. He walked over to the window and looked outside. The sky looked like it was on fire.
He shut the shades and buried himself once more in his work. He had clients to tend to, a case to work tomorrow, and memories to forget. Bad memories, whenever something got bad he buried himself in his work.
Eve stepped out of the bathroom and ran into the bedroom. She got dressed in a skimpy outfit, and walked back out into the living room. She walked past Lindsey, hoping to entice him. Nothing. She walked past him again. She bumped the table "accidentally," that got his attention. He looked at her, and smiled.
()Meanwhile()
Fred dragged a drunk Spike into their apartment. She dragged him to the bed and helped him undress.
"You have got to stop drinking," Fred said.
Spike mumbled something but Fred couldn't hear it. "What was that? Speak up!" Fred said.
Spike put his head on a pillow.
()Later()
"You're gonna have one hell of a hang over in the morning," Fred said as she got ready for bed.
Spike woke up with a pounding in my head, he sat up in bed and grabbed his head in pain. He looked around, the shades were open, he made his way over to them, gripping the bedposts to steady him. He shut them, Fred came into the room, she handed him some Advil and a glass of water. He swallowed the Advil but didn't drink the water.
"What I said last night, about you, you know about you drinking so much, I'm serious, I want you to stop," Fred siad in a serious voice.
"Yeah, I know I have to, its just it helps," Spike said.
"Helps what?" Fred asked.
"Bad memories," Spike said.
"Like?" Fred asked again, wanting to know more.
"Don't want to talk about," Spike said.
"You know talking about it helps, when you want to, I'm here to listen," Fred said.
Spike watched as she walked out of the room. He followed her but didn't stop her. He went into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, Fred watched sadness I her eyes. He poured it down the sink. Fred smiled, she couldn't help it.
So what do you think? Oh, btw, this website won't allow me to use the symbols I usually use anymore, so I'm improvising. BTW, does any body know whow to get in touch with the site owner, I want to ask him/her to fix this. Don't worry I'll be polite.