I've wanted to start writing this all day! Thanks to fucking school I've been away learning about whatever I'm supposed to be learning. Finals are tomorrow. Lucky me. Does anyone watched: "The Black Donnellys"? Honestly, I've toyed with a few mafia related twists in the story that would make sense. See if you can figure it out!
Life in Plastic, it's Fantastic!
It was February vacation and that meant Suzie's birthday on the 23rd. She'd go out with Simon on Saturday, then Simon and the band and Stewie on Monday night. Felicity, Tim, Natalie, and Lucy all Tuesday. Jacob was scheduled for Wednesday and her fellow Order members on Thursday. That left Friday and Saturday to do whatever she wanted.
Ever since the Sirius – Suzie – Simon love triangle scandal collapsed, it was all- good for Suzie. Simon didn't ask any questions for which she was grateful and she'd done her best to ignore Sirius and still be mutually close and yet distant friends.
Jenna had bragged about the sexcapade thing for weeks until she skipped her period. It'd nearly scared Sirius to death but it was a million time worse for Suzie considering they'd still been 'together' while the Jenna-Sirius bonding was going on. Many of the Simon/Suzie shippers had made intricate timelines.
Jenna dropped out quickly, but the entire school body heard that the baby was actually Wes Channel's, not Sirius', like the timelines had stated. Wes was the Transfiguration teacher's assistant. Dumbledore fired him on the spot.
Suzie could still feel Sirius gaze locked on her once in a while when she spoke to someone or walked with her back to him.
There was a captured flame between them, like a candle covered by a glass with punctures. If you allowed time to mend the holes, the flame would be snuffed, but if you allowed the flame to roam, it would be there, but would be dull with the need for freedom.
I you get this, you've got a strong grasp on what Suzie's and Sirius' relationship was like.
"Are you sure they're not home?" Suzie asked, taking a breather from their snogging session.
"Forget about them." Simon pressed his fingertips on her left hip, traveling up her waist and finding their way to her bra strap.
"Simon!" She snapped, pulling his fingers back down. "Fucking headlights." She pointed to the yellow haze of headlights in the rain.
"Your room?" He asked, nodding his head toward the stairs.
Suzie nodded, rushing up the stairs, and then realizing the condoms on the coffee table and grabbing them in a flurry. Simon had cued the head-pounding, mosh inspired music that she hated but kept for Simon.
She kicked the packets under bed, took out a book, and sat down on her bed with Simon next to her, handed him the book, laid her head on his shoulder, and waited for the rapping at the door from Lucy.
When it came, Lucy looked a little more flower-child then normally with afro-inspired blonde hair, bug blue eyes caked with pink mascara, a tight little mini skirt with a cutesy flower pattern, a thick headband bushed back her might bush of hair. She was wearing clunky white platform boots, a Big Ben T-shirt, and a tan frilly jacket. "Good, God! How can you two concentrate on a book with this satanic ruckus?" she turned down the music and skipped off, nearly tripping.
"What're we going to do now that my folks are home?" Suzie pushed aside the book.
"We could…" he fingered towards the bed.
"Not with Natalie!"
"Let's go out then."
"What can we do with them fuckers?" Suzie lifted up the curtain, bulbs flashed and Simon laughed.
"Nothing. Which is why I'm going to sneak out an meet the guys for a round of drinks. I think you should come though… just in case I drink too much…" he begged mockingly.
Suzie rolled her eyes. "Alright. Ground rules: no dancing. No drugs. No bobbies, no strippers, and I'm sleeping over. Don't wet yourself, I'm sleeping over on the couch."
"How about you sleep in the bed with me, but there's no sex."
"Deal." They shook on it.