Rabbits and Roses

Chapter Eight

At some point or another, Alfred and Francis had gone back to their room and left the three of us in our own. Matthew looked slightly drunk, Arthur was full on buzzed to high heavens, and I, luckily, felt no different due to only having half a can. Beer didn't really taste all that good to me anyway.

After giving Arthur two Aspirin in hopes that he wouldn't have a terrible hangover tomorrow, we decided that Arthur and Matthew could sleep in one of the king size beds and I in the other, since I am a lady.

I grabbed my clothes and shut the bathroom door behind me. Just as I took my shirt off someone in the bathtub whistled and said, "Well hello~ there!" I looked down to see Alfred in the bathtub and staring and my boobs.

"How in the hell?!" I quickly covered myself up.

"Relax, it's just a sports bra. Besides, I saw it when they were cleaning up your wounds." He waved me off.

"Dude! Get out!" I yelled.

Alfred put his hands in the air. "Alright, alright. Jebus, no need to freak out. I mean, Matthew and Arthur saw your bra, too."

He began climbing out of the tub. "Yeah, but they aren't total perverts and do stuff like wait in the tub for me to get naked!"

Alfred chuckled and looked at me with mock sadness. "You think I'm a pervert?"

"Well, maybe!"

Matthew knocked on the door and asked if he could come in to check on my injuries.

"Yeah, and Alfred was just getting his skinny ass out of our bathroom," I said loudly.

Matthew opened the door and glared at Alfred. "Why are we related?" He hissed and pointed out the door. Alfred left and I heard the door to his room shut behind him. I looked at Matthew with raised brows.

"You two are related?!"

Matthew nodded. "Yeah. He's my brother."

"Wow. I'm so sorry."

"It's cool," Matthew shrugged. I braced my hands into the counter. He began removing the white bandages from my back and side. "About earlier-"

I knew what he was talking about and stopped him. "It's okay, just, don't worry about it. You were drunk, it's fine." I rambled on. God, I hated myself. Since I was little I stuttered and talked non-stop when I was nervous.

I heard him mumble something, but couldn't decipher what he said.

"Hm?"

Matthew's face went red and his mouth opened and closed. Francis walked in behind us and grinned.

"Except that he wasn't even drunk!"

"Can y'all not stay in your own damn room?" I spat, covering up my chest again.

Francis shrugged. "But really, Mon Amour, he wasn't drunk."

Matthew glared at Francis in the mirror and mouthed for him to shut the hell up.

"What do you mean?" I sighed tiredly. Matthew touched a sore spot and I flinched.

"Sorry."

"He told me that he thought you are cute and wanted to show you but didn't know how," Francis winked at Matthew, who put his head down on my shoulder.

"Oh my god." He grumbled.

I looked at Matthew over my shoulder with raised brows, but he couldn't look me in the eye.

"So I told him he should act drunk and kiss you!" Francis continued excitedly. "Surprisingly, he had the balls to actually go through with it. I think Alfred actually fueled it by kissing you first, though."