And you know
For you
I'd bleed myself dry
For you
I'd bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine
For you
- Coldplay -
Bobby sat on the prep table in the Hospital kitchen, his chef jacket unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up as he strummed quietly on his beat-up acoustic guitar and sang softly to himself.
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing
Wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet
Big Jonno walked by, deftly swiping the guitar from Bobby's hands.
"HEY! What gives?! Give eht back!"
"Nope! 'Nough oh this Bobs... Haud yer wheesht!" he growled at his friend.
"Yeh bin mopin' about work tae last few days ever since yeh got back from London and tha' bloody reunion. Yer heid's mince. Time tae leave et in the past mate."
Bobby clenched the edge of the steel table with both hands. Leaning forward he gave his friend a withering look.
"Ah know yer just tryin' tae look out fur meh, but iffn' yeh dinnae give eht back I'll kick yer arse so hard yer grand bairnes wi walk wi a limp."
Big Jonno let out a bellowing laugh, "Yer bum's oot tae windae wee Bobs! In yer dreams yeh'd kick mah arse!" Walking over to Bobby's guitar case, he placed it inside and closed the lid.
Turning back to his glaring friend he continued.. "What's got yeh so riled up today Bobs? Thought yeh'd be over et by now... gettin' on tae yer next scheme and all... eht's not like yeh dinnae have plenty of club girl fud tae keep yer boaby happy."
"Gang tae hell ye fuckin' asshole." Bobby snarled, flipping him off.
"Then whit's your kinch yeh wee prick?" Jonno clapped back.
Bobby dug his phone out from his back pocket and held it out for Jonno to see. "She wilna' answer any of mah calls or texts! Eht's pissin me right off!" he growled.
"Come on man, Ah hate tae see yeh so wrecked over a bird! Yeh hav'tae let it go and move on."
"Fuckin shut yer trap Jonno! Ah dinnae remember askin' for your advice... I'm NEVER giving up on Skye. Don't EVER suggest it again got it?!?" he seethed, glaring daggers at his friend.
"Fine, fine..." Jonno answered holding up his hands in surrender. "So, yer never given' up... what's yer next play then iffn' she won't answer yeh?"
Bobby massaged his temples for a moment thinking...
Picking up his phone he looked at it, the wheels turning.
Big Jonno watched as a sly grin crept across Bobby's face. "Do I wanna know what tha' wicked smile is for?" he asked... that look usually meant trouble.
Bobby shook his head, dismissing the bigger man. Scrolling through his contacts he found what he was looking for and hit CALL, placing it on speakerphone.
"Hello? Bobby? To what do I owe the honor?" Priya greeted as the call connected.
"Priya.." Bobby purred, "Ah just wanted tae thank yeh for tae assist tae other night at tae reunion. Ah took off so quickly, ah dinnae want yeh tae feel unappreciated."
"Well, it's probably for the best that you took off when you did, it took everything I had to keep Henrik occupied while you danced with Skye..." she replied.
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The Player's Losing Hand - (Love Island the Game FanFiction)
FanfictionBased off of characters from the popular Love Island video game, this is a story set POST villa. Henrik had walked away from the game without the girl.... Screw the show, what he really wanted was Skye. But just like with climbing he could be patien...
