A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid

*beths pov*

i properly woke up around mid-day, judging by the amount of light coming from the edges of my curtains and i could hear voices downstairs Jaime is probably here again, Freddie and Anna love him as i think he is more of a child than them. if Jaime was here i think i should probably put some more clothes on before going downstairs i thought standing in front of my full length mirror, looking at my near see through top and shorts which could pass as underwear. i scanned my floor looking for something to make me look vaguely presentable before i go for a shower.
after a moment of looking, i found a black T-shirt which i had cut up slightly, giving it a slightly lower neck line and slightly shorter. next to my top i found a pair of pink galaxy leggings, i laughed slightly remembering everyone said they were 'scene as fuck' but awesome at the same time. i decided i was going to shower soon so i pulled all my hair up and wiped some black of my face, however leaving most of it on because im a lazy fuck.

i trudged into the kitchen still half asleep and feeling shit to find vic making a sandwich, i also spied my mug full of tea steaming on the kitchen table. i smiled mainly to myself as vic was still concentrating on his meal. i sat down at the table sipping the warm sweet liquid, vic really is starting to get good at making tea for me.

"thank you for the tea vic"

"that's okay. i was going to bring it up to you, but i could hear you swearing upstairs so i guessed you were coming down" he giggled slightly

"yeah, i fell over something, fucking wires"

"not in front of the children dollface" i turned to find mike smiling behind me, walking into the kitchen

"im sure theyv'e heard it all by now, ive been here long enough"

"well, they shouldent"

"mike, you sound like a dad, stop it"

"ill stop when you stop swearing"

"fuck, shit, cunt bollocks. what are you going to do mike, ground me?" i act like a five year old when im tired but i dont care. "thanks for the tea vic, im going for a shower" i finished, brushing past mike in the doorway looking kinda shocked.
just before i got to the stairs, i heard mike mumble to vic: "she really is something" and vic just laughed.


i grabbed my wireless docking station from my room, my phone and headed off to the shower. im having this huge thing for Thirty seconds to mars at the moment, so i put their latest album on, turned it up and jumped in the shower. washing my thick hair is a job and a half, rubbing my shampoo into my hair multiple times, and getting it in my eyes nearly every time.

half way through the album, comes one of my favorite songs by them, end of all days. i don't know what it is about the song, nor how ive managed to learn most of the words to sing at the top of my lungs, makes me realize how much time i spend listening to the band, not that i really mind anyway.

I'm tired of the waiting,
For the end of all days.
The prophets are preaching,
That the gods are needing praise.
The headlights are coming,
Showing me the way.
The serpents are singing,
A song that's meant to say.

All we need is faith.
All we need is faith.
Faith is all we need.

The desert is calling.
The emptiness of space.
The hunger of a lion
Is written on your face.
A maniac's new love song.
Destruction is his game.
I need a new direction,
Cause I have lost my way.

All we need is faith.
All we need is faith.
Faith is all we need.

All we need is faith.
All we need is faith.
Faith is all we need.

The maniac messiah,
Destruction is his game.
A beautiful liar,
Love for him is pain.
The temples are now burning,
Our faith caught up in flames.
I need a new direction,
Cause I have lost my way.

All we need is faith
All we need is faith
Faith is all we need

All we need is faith
All we need is faith
Faith is all we need

A lifetime of consumption
They've all become the same
I punish them for pleasure
And pleasure some with pain
I punish you with pleasure
And pleasure you with pain
I punish you with pleasure
And pleasure you with pain

according to previous music teachers i can sing but nah, i think they said that to get me to show people about the songs i wrote. yeah, i can write songs, dont be so shocked, i cant sing them, or play an instrument to save my life, but i can write a song. strange really, come to think of it, like being able to write but not speak. i dont even like music as im really bad at it. i appreciate those who can sing or play, and i respect that they have this talent, therefor i wont sit there and make a fool of myself trying to do the same.

i repeated the last verse of the song in the long pause between the songs, hearing my voice bouncing off the bathroom walls, feeling slightly sorry for everyone else in the house right now.

A lifetime of consumption
They've all become the same
I punish them for pleasure
And pleasure some with pain
I punish you with pleasure
And pleasure you with pain
I punish you with pleasure
And pleasure you with pain

i looked down at my body, fat is all i see, fat, worthless, shitty excuse of a human being. i run my hands down my arms, feeling the muscle ive built up over the years, my broad shoulders and big hands. i run my hands over my breasts, the girliest thing about me, down my fat stomach. why cant i have hips? looking down my body, like a fucking plank of wood, my legs were disgusting and fat. weak, my thighs showed how weak i was too, god, why do people choose to be seen with me? im just repulsive.

i felt the water start to cool down, telling me to get out of the shower. i wrapped a towel around my head and around my body, balancing my disregarded clothes, phone and docking station while trying to keep my towel up at the same time. while trying not to drop all my belongings or more importantly my towel in the middle of the hall, i ran directly into mike, dropping all the things and catching my towel which had only slipped to show most or my right breast.

*mikes pov*

i came upstairs mainly because i needed a piss and vic went in the downstairs toilet, but he said she wouldent mind if i was in the shower, however finding she wasn't in the shower or even in the bathroom anymore, but colliding into me with nothing but a towel covering her stunning body. everything in her hands scattered all over the floor as she caught her towel before it fell completely, im not sure how i feel about that- i mean i wouldent mind seeing her with no clothes on but there again, i doubt my girlfriend would feel the same about me wanting to see one of my brothers best friends naked.

"shit, sorry" she mumbled as she bent down, trying not to show me anything and re-balance the objects in her arms.

"its okay dollface, here stand up" i crouched and picked her clothes, phone and docking station up off the floor while she stood up "now, which room is yours?"

she walked over to a room just on my left and opened the door for me. her room was very plain, however with i think the majority of hr wardrobe scattered on her floor or folded in piles ready to go into draws or into the wardrobe. i took her belongings and put them on her bed and started to make my way out of her room.

"thanks mike, and sorry about earlier, i act like a four year old when im tired" she laughed slightly

"like i said, its fine honestly, and no need to apologize. i was acting like a dad like you said" she smiled at my comment.

she really is beautiful, she looks so innocent with no make up on, but she doesn't really need it. usually girls i see need it to cover blemishes or spots or apparently just to make themselves orange. but her skin is practically flawless, with the occasional scar from a spot. her eyes look bigger and darker now they arnt competing with the black of eyeliner and her lips are a bright pink, probably from the heat of her shower. i know so many girls who would die to look like her i thought as i made my way to the bathroom. did i mention her voice? well she doesnt really look like it but she really does have some talent, when she doesnt think people can hear her or when she just doesnt give a flying fuck and lets go, it fills the room. her voice has so much character, i guess like her. its not perfect and smooth, but that is the beauty of it, it has a kind of rustic sound you could say? im not sure, but you could hear the emotions she had connected with this song, i am so going to go and google the song, what was it? end of days? end of all days? ill know when i hear it. i decided as i finished in the bathroom and headed back downstairs to vic.

Notes

this is short, there will probably me more up very soon if not tonight
thankyou to everyone who subscribed, i never expected to have this many people rwading my shitty story:) love you all lots