In Bloom - Felix Volturi

22. Pete's

After Roland left my room, I tried to focus and finish packing my bags - everything I wanted was already strewn across the floor; all I had to do was jam them into the suitcases - but the day caught up with me, and I was curled up in bed, passed out, within ten minutes.

It wasn't the end of the world, though. I knew I'd have plenty of time the following day to finish up while Felix and I waited for sunset to pass.

When I woke up, I quickly realized I had much less time to work with than I expected. I anticipated sleeping in, sure, but I hadn't expected to finally roll out of bed at 6PM.

"Felix?" I called after I'd forced myself up. Unexpectedly, I was alone in my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling antsy as I waited to see if he'd come back.

After a brief moment, I heard a light knock on the door before it cracked open.

I heaved a sigh of relief. "Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked Felix as he entered the room.

"You looked like you needed the sleep," he replied. "And, I didn't think you needed too much time to finish wedging everything into your bags."

"I know how to fold clothes, thank you," I said, trying not to smile.

"I'm not so sure about that," he said with exaggerated judgment as he looked around my room; it was still a complete mess.

"Whatever," I said, brushing him off. "Where is everyone, do you know? I told Roland I'd say goodbye to everyone before we left."

"Roland and Jeff are out in the living room, and Steve and Lucy Two are still holed up in his room," Felix informed me.

"She's still here?" I frowned. I still found it weird, even creepy, that Steve was dating a Lucy clone. But, whatever. I did my best to shrug it off; it wasn't my problem.

"I'm under the impression that she lives here," he replied.

"Wait— are you serious?" I asked, jumping to my feet.

"Yes. There are all sorts of feminine toiletries in the bathroom, and I'm assuming they're not yours."

"Yeah, of course not," I replied before barreling out of my room and down the hall, to the living room.

When I entered the living room, I was taken aback. It looked totally different. The place had been cleaned from top to bottom, and everything was properly stored and organized. I hadn't seen the place look so good; not since we first moved in, at least.

"What the hell, guys?" I said to Roland and Jeff, who were both sitting on the couch playing Super Smash Bros on Jeff's GameCube.

"What?" Jeff asked without taking his focus away from the TV screen.

"Lucy Two moved in?" I prodded.

"Yeah. So?"

"What do you mean, 'yeah, so'? Since when did she live here? I haven't been gone THAT long," I replied.

"What do you care?" Jeff asked.

"She shares the primary room with Steve. It's not like she's taking up any extra space," Roland said.

"Um, well, she's been stealing my stuff, apparently," I said accusingly. "She took my effing guitar!"

"Would you relax?" Jeff said, sounding annoyed. "She was just borrowing it for the show. Steve said it was okay."

"I told her not to, for the record," Roland clarified.

"Who died and put Steve in charge?" I demanded.

"Uh—you did," Jeff replied sarcastically. "Speaking of, Roland said you're ditching us again."

"I didn't use those words," Roland said.