A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid
It was about half past 8 when I heard a slightly hurried knock at the front door. I was playing Freddie some of my music and we were just getting to know each other, I see a lot of Paul in him, he has this big-brother feel to him and however you feel he could give you a giggle.
I went to open the door and was welcomed to two guys standing there and they appeared to be holding someone half upright. One of the guys was slightly smaller, similar height to Vic I would say. His hair stuck up in every direction in a chocolate brown mess, he had such a pained look on his face. He was slightly chubby, like he would be awesome to hug judging by his slightly muscular arms wrapped around the guy they were holding up. He was also the one to speak.
“Are you Beth?” he asked in a slightly panicky voice.
“Excuse me?” how did he know my name?
“I said are you Beth wright?”
Any further questioning was cut short by the guys charging past me into the house and over to the front room
“What do you think you’re doing?” looking at the sofa where I saw a sleeping Vic
“Why the fuck is he sleeping, who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my house?” I was getting angry; the spiky haired one was the same height as me, so I was looking straight into his eyes.
“I said, who the fuck are you” i must have freaked him out as he took a couple steps back. This is when I heard the other guy speak; he had been so quiet I had forgotten he was even there.
“That is Jaime, Vic and his brother got into a little miss understanding earlier, he pushed Vic and he hit his head, he told us the address and that, is why we are here.”
By this point I had turned to face mysterious Stanger number two. He was tall ish, or taller than me and Jaime anyway. He had tattoos covering his arms and from what you could see around his vest, on his chest too. He had very familiar deep chestnut eyes and hair to match. His hair was shaves on one side and grown out quite long on the other from what you could see from under his snapback. His eyes. He was so calm, one of I’m guessing close friends Is passed out on the couch and he doesn’t seem slightly bothered, Jaime had an element of panic to his whole physique however tony was so laid back an- tony? Tony? Why do I think his name is tony? I used to know someone who was called tony with chestnut colored eyes but it’s not him, but why is his voice so familiar? Actually, he is so familiar just his whole being, and looking closer at his eyes, there is that slight hardness to them.
“And your name is?”
“Tony” he replied simply.
As soon as she opened the door it all clicked, Beth wright. I would recognize that name and face anywhere; yes her British accent is clue enough but her whole being. The way she takes up the space and the way it cowers away from her. She holds her head up high and doesn’t take anyone’s shit. He hair had gotten longer in the past couple years and she’s lost weight, from a slightly chubby to a nice slender form, he long limbs looked tense-probably from anger- as she interrogated my best friend.
All I heard was her simple yes before we were in her house. My mind was a blur, why is she here, why is she wearing more bracelets than she used to? Is she still with the guys, how is her mother? I have so many questions. I looked up from my daze to see her looking about ready to rip his head off. She was right in his face looking straight into his eyes, if thought humanly possible her limbs were even tenser. I noticed her eyes. Normally they are an almost black brown color, however now they are even darker, harder you could say. She was like a predator homing in on its prey, this is when I decided to step in to save Jaime two broken legs by the end of the night. She turned away from Jaime –thank god- to look at me as I spoke. The look of pure anger left suddenly as she realized who I was. I have changes since then though, my hair is different now and I don’t have snake bites. I could see, almost hear her putting two and two together in her head as she assessed the situation, every possibility. She’s not changed too much in that sense, she really is something different and I’ve not met anyone like her since. I have to show her to the rest of my guys soon.
Shit. Shit it’s him. Fuck, he got hot. I looked over to Jaime, who literally looked like he was in shock. Tony followed my gaze then looked back at me in a knowing stare. Okay, so he recognizes me. That’s good I guess?
“Help me take him to my room tony”
He didn’t reply with words, he just walked over to Vic’s small frame. I could manage him alone but I need to talk to tony and I think he realized that too. Tony put him over his shoulder and I opened the doors for him, I don’t even think Jaime realized we were gone. We walked through the house until we got to my room, which had things everywhere but we managed to get him to the bed without tripping or anything. I out my deep purple sheets around his legs and turned the main light off so he was in the dark. That wasn’t a good idea as tony had to get out of my room in the dark. I know my room and where each piece of crap is on the floor however tony doesn’t and he tripped near the doorway where I was waiting for him. My quick reaction times are the only reason I’m still alive, so I caught tony mid fall and helped him through the door and closed it softly. I wasn’t expecting him to talk first, but todays been full of surprises.
“How are you handling yourself?”
“I’m okay and yourself”
“I’m good; I got your package, thank you for your help”
“Like I said anything to help”
“what are you doing here Beth?”
“How are you and your guys?”
“Well, we’ve heard some good things from china, and them getting us some deals”
“Yeah, I heard rumors from harry but nothing set in stone”
“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to see things for yourself.”
“Are you asking me to join you?”
“You’re still the best I know”
“Do any of the others know?” meaning vic and that jaime guy
“No,” he slipped me a piece of paper “come to this address tomorrow night”
“I’ll think about it”
Our convocation was cut short by Jaime waling upstairs, he gave me a rather frightened look and went to stand next to tony. Before things got awkward I decided to try and patch things up with him.
“Sorry about earlier Jaime,” he looked at tony before he answered me
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have barged in your house.”
“You were worried about Vic, I understand, I would do the same” he shot me the cheekiest grin I’ve ever seen in my life, showing I had been forgiven.
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