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She clutched her bag, a pink one of course, looking alert of the area. She didn’t quite trust us yet, didn’t quite trust her housemates either, they were all gross and she didn’t even want to consider getting to know them any more. Hell, she barely wanted to look at them most mornings.
She seemed to be the only one going out, getting invited out, going to parties and having actual friends. Today, it was brunch, one simply fuelled by a love pink, a mutual hatred for the lower-class and constant passive aggressive jabs at each other.
She walked as confidently as ever, even in tall pairs of heels with poor ankle support she seemed to wander like an angel.
Well… up until she tripped.
With a squeal, she face planted right on the pavement and letting out a groan as she got herself back up, wiping her hands off on her pink, tweed miniskirt.
“Stupid bloody drunken beggars!” She exclaimed, “You’ve bloody asked for it, I’m going to sue you bloody-“
It took her a moment to actually care enough to look at them.
It was Vyvyan Basterd, her housemate. Not exactly off brand, but still a bit of a shock. He was drunk, could barely open his eyes, and he was mumbling something about her being a ‘Gift from God Himself’. She got down on her knees to get a closer look at him, which in return he reached out for her and missed every time.
“Christ, you are absolutely sloshed!” She exclaimed, “You’re gonna make me late, you know?”
“I really don’t think I’ve seen anything prettier.. except maybe that bottle of vodka you bought me last week…” he managed to mumble, seemingly trying to look attractive to her, which of course just made her laugh.
“Jesus Christ…” she shook her head, “right then, let’s get you home before you start trying to chat up a bloody lamp post next..”
“But I do love you, I really do, I really think you’re really great. I mean, if I had to choose between a lovely date with you, or punching Rick… I’d probably punch Rick, but I’d think about you while I did, I swear.” He slurred.
Wow. He really must like her. Her eyes widened slightly, she flushed a visible red even underneath all of her makeup.
“Right then, let’s get you up…” she muttered, trying to ignore him, she offered him a hand. Of course he took it, any excuse to get closer to her at this point, and they somehow slowly got him up. He was mumbling ‘Thank you’ the entire time as well. This was odd, especially for Vyvyan. He already made some positive feelings towards her clear, which he never really did, so this definitely was something new.
Once she’d gotten him stable enough he clung onto her for dear life, they’d started slowly walking forward towards their flat.
“You’re so pretty, yeah? I mean, you probably know that already, but I hope it sounds a bit different coming from someone like me..” he rambled, “I mean.. you see, you’re gorgeous, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this because you don’t even like me.”
She just listened, yet found her hand rested more soothingly on his shoulder occasionally, she kind of liked him going on like this. Made him feel more human to her, even if he was still destructive and smelly.
“Well..” she finally spoke up, after what felt like ages, “I think that that’s very, very sweet..” she smiled, they’d started approaching their flat now. She saw out of the corner of her eyes Vyvyan started to grin like some soppy old sod, which made her smile a little bit herself.
Trying to open the door whilst keeping Vyvyan stable was the hardest part of it, he kept mumbling incoherently as she fumbled with her keys, swearing under her breath. Once she was able to get her keys in and turn them, she instinctively grabbed him with both arms, not quite realising at first. More focused on getting him into bed.
“You think you’re ok with the stairs? Or will I have to drag you up them?” She teased, helping him into the house. He mumbled something that sounded like a ‘yes, I’m fine’, followed by a shrug. She nodded, helping him up step by step back up to his room, the muscles in her arms were burning from all the ‘exercise’ she wasn’t particularly used to.
Took them at least five minutes to get up the stairs, Vyvyan kept missing the steps making Bonny-Lee give off to him, not that he really minded, most he did was laugh at the situation. Once they were up though, and finally in his room, he just flopped down into his bed, almost immediately falling asleep.
Bonny-Lee turned to leave, her hand on the door handle, until she heard another mumble from him. This time, one more peaceful, like for once he was truly calm, truly happy. This wasn’t anything demented, no. This was sweet. She turned back over, putting his duvet over him, then sitting at the edge of his bed. Looking at him in a different light for once, for once she actually thought he was quite funny and sweet, not just gross and annoying. She ran her fingers over his stars, smiling at him, watching his chest rising and falling as he slept.