𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 - 𝑳𝒊𝒑 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Touch

"So... Who is the rebound?" I questioned Ian, we were sat in the living room, he gave me a confused look, "Oh, come on, I've seen you with him, who is he?"

"He's not a rebound," Ian replied, "You shouldn't be talking," He then joked, "Dean's back, really?"

I shrugged my shoulders lazily, "I've ran out of patience. Plus, he's talented in areas you would dream about."

"Gross."

"So, who is the not a rebound's name, you could at least tell me that."

Ian let out an impatient sigh, his head leaned slightly back, "His name is Trevor," He finally spilled, "He's fun to be around, it's all strictly platonic."

I raised a brow, my head tilted to the side, "Strictly platonic? No such thing."

"Okay, maybe for you, but Trevor is just a friend."

"Okay, okay, fine, whatever you say." His phone then chimed, he was quick to look down at it, "So, is that your friend," I questioned.

He looked up, "It's the address to the party tonight," He was quick to explain.

"You so want to fuck him."

There was a silence after that, until the front door opened and Lip walked in, he didn't say a word to either of us, just walked by to go into the kitchen. Ian looked over at me, "And you so want to fuck him," He whispered, "Again, and again," He continued on, "No matter how shitty he is to you."

I furrowed my brow in a moment of frustration, "I said I'm done," I sighed, "Done is done."

Ian kept staring at me, "Is Fiona going to get this thing fixed?" Lip spoke from the kitchen, pointing out the washing machine, Ian looked over his shoulder at him, shrugging, "Fucks sake..."

My phone chimed, I was quick to pull it out of my pocket to see a text from Dean, 'Come over,' Attached was a picture of a bottle of some expensive as shit wine and a grinder of weed. I caught Ian peeking at my phone.

"He is annoyingly rich," Ian commented.

I could see Lip looking towards the two of us, trying to seem casual about it, but he was listening to every word, "His dad is," I replied, trying to seem as if I didn't notice, my fingers hovered over the keys to reply.

"I can't blame you for hooking up with him so much."

There was a crash in the kitchen, Ian and I quickly looked over to Lip who was standing in front of a pile of broken glass, "Sorry," He mumbled out an apology, "Slipped."

I noticed the red, tiredness in his eyes, and the familiar look of a hangover, I didn't see him drink at the Patsy's party, only the one beer. But, then again, after I snuck off with Dean, I didn't see him for the rest of the night. He had left, at least that was what Fiona said. "Are you okay?" Ian asked.

Lip only nodded as he knelt down to pick up the big chunks of glass from the cup he has supposedly dropped. I watched with careful eyes until my phone started to ring. I blindly answered it, knowing it was probably Dean, but it could of also been Fiona calling me into work, giving me an excuse to leave, "Hello," I sounded more monotone than usual.

"What do you think?" It was Dean's voice, "Or are you too busy with work?"

I hesitated to speak at first, my eyes still on Lip, "I'm hanging out with Ian right now," I replied, "But, tonight, I'll be there, if you still want me to be there."

"Always do, Mabel."

"Fuck!" Lip shouted out, he looked down at his hand as it started to bleed.

"Shit," I said before I hung up and walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a rag off the counter before kneeling down, grabbing Lip's hand, I pressed the rag against the cut. Ian walked out to help.

Lip didn't look at me at first, he just kept his eyes down to the floor, Ian knelt down to look at the cut, making sure it wasn't in need of stitches, "That's pretty deep," He said calmly, "Probably just need to wrap it up."

Lip finally took his stare off the floor to look at me, "What are you doing," He said quietly.

I gave him a confused look, "Helping."

"No, you're fucking with me," He seemed angry now, Ian took his hand now and started to wrap it up, "I fucked up because of you."

"What are you talking about."

Lip let out a scoff, "You act like you can't fucking tell, Mabel. Don't play dumb."

I hesitated, knowing the answer, but I didn't want to speak, I just shook my head, "It's not my fault," My voice was shaky now, I felt guilty.

"You can believe whatever you want to help you sleep at night," He was quiet as he spoke, Ian stood up and walked away after he wrapped up the wound. "But, it's true."

I stayed knelt in front of him, but I didn't look at him, I just stared down at the bits of glass that were scattered about, "I didn't force you to drink, Lip."

"It felt like it." Ian had left the room at this point, it was just Lip and I.

"You can't blame every time you fuck up on me."

"Yeah? Well, you sure like to blame everything on me."

I stood up at this point, looking down at him, "I can't fucking stand it," I complained, "Why do you have to do this," He only shrugged, "You know I loved you."

"Did you?"

I let out a frustrated sigh before I went to walk away, but something stopped me. That familiar pressure on my chest, the guilt of leaving him there like that, "Fucks sake, I do love you. I haven't stopped," I didn't turn around to look at him, "But you make it so fucking hard."