Faith in Us

5.

"Aw- come on simon! Forget that bloke, he's nothing but a whiny baby" gary's voice cut through Simon's thoughts like a knife, irritating him since Simon didn't feel like entertaining meaningless talk right now. Simon sighed, looking over to Gary, whom Simon had befriended on one random night a few months ago. Gary was an ok bloke, Simon didn't mind him much- however oftentimes whenever they hung out Simon was usually drunk.

"What's that gary?" Simon mumbled dully, taking the bottle that was in front of him and taking a long drink; numb to the burning sensation that now engulfed his stomach. Simon wiped his mouth, leaning back in the arm chair he sat in. After Simon stormed out of the bar, he promptly dragged Gary back up to his hotel room where they could drink in peace.

"I'm just saying, all Robert does is whine about shit." Gary said sourly, sitting down on the bed with a joint in his hand. "Not to mention he's dramatic. He overreacts to every little inconvenience." gary said with a mocking tone, lighting the end of his cigarette; ignorant to Simon's growing irritation. Simon sighed and looked at Gary, "you sound like a gossiping bitch. For someone who doesn't like Robert you tend to talk about him a lot." simon said bluntly.

Simon watched as Gary tensed, unphased by grary's nervous laughter. "Well..." Gary said, looking down for a moment before taking in a breath. Simon rolled his eyes before standing up and making his way over to his skittish friend. "Anyways. What was it you wanted to talk about again gary?" Simon said, reaching forward and plucking the half burned joint out from Gary's fingertips.

"O-oh, right. Well, you already know how I've been making a band- and I was wondering if you'd want to fill in after your tour is over?" Gary said, watching as Simon's face was lit up by the small flame from the lighter in his hand. Simon took a long drag from his cigarette before letting out the smoke slowly, thinking over gary;s proposition. "... let me think about it." Simon said simply, lowering his eyes to look at Gary's face.

"Don't get your hopes up though... don't know what is going to happen with the cure.'' Simon muttered, tossing the lighter over his shoulder before leaning down to Gary's level. Simon smirked, watching as Gary's face flushed. "Right now though I need a better distraction than weed and alcohol." Simon mumbled slowly, grasping Gary's chin and lifting it up ever so slightly. Gary took in a breath, a flirty smile coming onto his face.

"Hm, i think i can help with that." Gary mumbled, fluttering his lashes at Simon who simply hummed in reply before leaning down and placing a kiss upon Gary's lips. Yeah, simon knew he was a fucking hipacrite. Simon knew what he was doing was shitty, especially after what happened between him and robert- and the fact that he knew Gary was using him to better himself off.

Simon didn't really care at the moment though, he just couldn't move past the fact that robert could so easily go off and have sex with random blokes and women, yet he couldn't even bring himself to kiss simon without having some kind of mental break down. Simon was bitter, and he was too stubborn to try and talk things out.

Simon was a man of revenge, or that's how it seemed as of right now.

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Robert lifted the half empty bottle of alcohol to his lips, drinking the rest of its contents in one go before angrily throwing the bottle onto the ground. Robert was sitting alone in his room, festering in his own anger- the last thing Robert wanted was to be here in this situation once more. Robert wanted to get away, but he knew he had to push through the next few days. Hopefully nothing would happen, Robert felt silly for being so hopeful.

Robert lifted his hands to his face, rubbing his tired eyes. Robert had turned the lights off in his room, so no one would knock on his door. The faded sound of music in another room irritated Robert, he could feel his frustration growing with each moment. The room was poorly decorated, quite desolate actually. Robert sighed, feeling the burn of the alcohol fading slightly as his head began to buzz.