Raise the Roses
"Oh yes, Bobby-Boy, I would so say Suzie-Q and Simon are the perfection duo once again!" shit. It was Kevin, the comedic bigmouth.
Sure, Suzie emerging out from Simon's room with her hair messed up, wearing Simon's favorite leather motorcycle jacket was not one of the more innocent predicaments Suzie had landed herself into around Bobby, Kevin, and Gates.
"You forgot you shoe… Hey! Didn't I tell you guys to forget about practice?" Simon was shirtless. Man, that helped her case. The three Musketeers snickered like hyenas. He scratched his head, tilting it sideways, then, seemingly taking in the seen, he slipped on a shirt hanging on the doorknob.
"I guess it was really passionate loving making." Bobby whispered to Kevin. The two belly-laughed until Bobby fell over off the kitchen stool.
"Yes, you did tell us it was canceled." Gates finally answered, pushing up his glasses.
"We thought you'd be entertaining…"
"And that you'd share…"
"But now that we see that you were thrilling our Suzie…"
Suzie took her shoe from Simon. "Oh no you did'int!" he did the head bobbin' finger snap like a true geeky white boy should.
"Kevin meant his comment in a brotherly manner, I am sure." Saved Gates. Suzie slipped her shoe on. "I've got to go brothers. Be sure to give Stewie a twister for me!" she slammed the door from the flat with a sharp bang.
Sirius' head hurt… a lot. All he could remember was picking up the Daily Prophet, seeing Suzie and that Simon twit kissing in the bloody rain like it was some kind of chick flick, shredding up the paper, telling himself it was all a big fucking lie and that Suzie would explain it all. Then the feelings of ignorance flooded through him.
He'd been so eager to believe her that she'd hated Simon but he should have seen the way they so weren't done as a couple. They should have had a long stretch of land to go. He'd snuck into the girls' dormitory, punch drunk and stolen into Suzie's belongings, found the letters Simon had sent her. It was like a dark puzzle that he was rushing the finish, but he didn't want to. It hurt way to bloody damn much.
The memory of Jenna then came. He was pretty sure that they had had sex and waking up in his bed starch naked confirmed that. Any chance of Suzie forgiving him and vice versa was eliminated.
"He's a bloody fucking bastard!" it was Suzie's voice in the hall by the door. His head split open.
"You shouldn't go kissing singing muggles in the rain, Suze!" that was James.
"Black should have had more fucking control over himself!" she stomped away.
"Hey, don't listen to that crap, mate." James' voice was hoarse, but soft from putting up an obvious fight for him.
He sat up in the bed, cradling his pounding noggin in his hands gingerly. "I blew it."
The door busted open. "NO YOU FUCKING BLEW IT UP!" Her hand covered her eyes. "No, I fucking blew it up but you added to it. Simon we could have worked over, but Jenna Kelly too. I don't think so." Suzie choked back tears of spitefulness, anger, helplessness, and several implacable emotions. She ran off, shaking her head.
Sirius pulled on his boxers, a shirt, pants, and socks in record time. Suzie was in the corner, rolled up in a bulky ball. "I shouldn't have gotten into any of this. I shouldn't have let myself fall for you and still be in love with Simon all at once." She hiccupped.
He hugged her tightly. "Shhh…" Sirius tried to ignore his own tears.
"Simon and I…"
"I know."
"You and that bitch Kelly!" Suzie growled.
"I know." He couldn't believe it himself.
"I assume there was no… protection?" she was right.
"What about you and Simon?" His heart broke in half.
"Yah."
"Oh." No, now it was thirds.
"Everything's a mess."
"I know." Fourths.
"I can't do this with you anymore." His heart was gone.