Ridley's P.O.V.
I stumbled up the stairs heading to my room completely exhausted. The robbery itself hadn't been tiring, but rather being around Harley. Man, she talked a mile a minute and would not stop moving. She was always doing something and expected everyone else to as well. It was nice though, getting to know her and Ivy better. Ivy was quieter and laid back than Harley, obviously. I liked her a lot more and it was interesting to hear about how much she knew about plants.
Harley and Joker had both insisted that we eat before we went out, the most hospitality that they had ever shown before according to Selina. After a quick bite of some sort of mystery meat that I really didn't want to about, we had gone off.
Much to both Selina and I's annoyance, Harley didn't even tell us what we were going to do until we had gotten to the place. We were to rob a clothing store of all places. When Selina had voiced her concerns (well she was fine with robbing the store, she just asked what else there was, go figure), Harley said that there was also plenty of jewelry in the store as well.
That's how I ended up dragging myself up the stairs carrying a bag full of clothes and clanking jewelry. I really wasn't interested in either, but Selina had pointed out that I probably needed new clothes. Now usually shopping, or rather, robbing a Forever 21 store wasn't up my alley, but Harley had insisted that I take a few things that "would look absolutely amazing on me" and that was the end of the discussion.
"Ridley!" Selina called up the stairs, "Why don't you check in with Edward? I'm sure that he's still up and worrying about us."
I could do that, I supposed, she was probably right. It was kind of sweet how much Edward seemed to worry, and not just about me. Selina and Jon didn't realize what a great friend they had.
First going to my room, I dumped the stuff I was carrying at the foot of my bed before heading over to Edward's room. Deciding to be polite at first, I knocked and waited for an answer; nothing.
'Maybe he can't hear me', I thought and knocked again. No answer.
'Ok... Should I just open the door then? Maybe he so wrapped up in whatever he's doing he can't hear me knocking.'
Grasping the door handle, I carefully and quietly opened the door. Peering into the darkened room, it took me a second for my eyes to adjust.
The faint glow coming from several of the computers allowed some visible light, casting the room itself in a soft glow. I scanned the computers, wondering if Edward was sitting at any; he wasn't. So where then...?
It was like a trail, I spied a stray sock on Edward's usually immaculately clean floor and followed the trail of clothes flung haphazardly around. What the heck?
Wait... Those were Jon's pants there, and Edward's shirt was there, and... Oh. Oh.
My face flared with realization. Of course, something like this was bound to happen, Jon liked Edward after all. Maybe Edward realized that he also liked Jon, that could've been why he'd been acting weird when I talked to him. They must've ah, gotten together after we had left.
I quickly shut the door and stared at it for a moment before whirling around and heading for my room. Shutting my door behind me, I quickly changed out of my gear and pulled on some pajamas before flopping down on my bed.
How was I supposed to feel about this? I knew that I should've been happy for them, after all, they did finally acknowledge their feelings for each other. Maybe now the arguing would lessen, if not stop completely. That would be nice. At the same time, however, I feel a bit disappointed. I didn't really understand why, or where it came from. It's not like I cared, did I?
I most certainly didn't care about Jon, he'd been an ass to me this whole time. Then there was Edward. It was confusing with him for sure, one moment he was nice and thoughtful, then the next angry. Granted, it only happened that one time, but could it happen again? He was a Rouge, they were all unpredictable.
He was mostly sweet though, not that it mattered, I kept telling myself. I was not going to obtain a sense of Stockholm Syndrome; absolutely not. I wouldn't allow myself to. If I wasn't happy for them and didn't know if I liked Edward, then what was I feeling? I was feeling something obviously, maybe it was surprise I felt? I didn't exactly mean to walk in on whatever had happened...
The bed creaked as I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't just act like I didn't see anything, which I didn't in that sense, but just the awkwardness of the whole situation was probably going to kill me. What was I supposed to do?
I closed my eyes and sighed. This was too much for one night. First the robbery and dealing with Harley, and then this... I couldn't think about it right now. I wasn't ignoring the situation fully, no, I'd figure out things later, just not right now.
Letting out a jaw cracking yawn, I decided that I would talk to Selina about it later. Yes, that seemed like a good idea, I would do that.