𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

10. liar, liar

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

WARNINGS: none:).

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

failing to hear the door of my bedroom open, i continued to build the lego set that i'd been building for a solid hour. the day was one of the harder ones, and i was missing my dad dearly. remembering a lego set my dad had bought me a while back that i never found the time to build, i decided to build it rather than cry in bed all day.

"what're you doing, weirdo?" tommy queried, sitting beside me on the floor.

"building lego, what does it look like i'm doing?" jokingly, i sassed in response. "how'd you get in my house, anyway?"

"alright, attitude." tommy scoffed, tilting his head. "your mum let me in. you weren't responding to anybody's texts, i was bored and wanted to make sure you weren't dead."

"i wish." i joked, shaking my hand as the pain of pressing into a lego piece ran through my finger. "five days until christmas, you excited?"

"not really, my mum's coming to brighton this year, we're spending it at my apartment. she said she doesn't know whether we're spending it with you and your mum, though."

"it's up to my mum." i shrugged, "i don't know if she will, because of my dad. i hope she does, it's tradition. won't be the same otherwise."

"convince her." he pleaded.

"i'm trying, tom, trust me. anyway, please help me build this lego before i lose my fuckin' mind."

"okay, stupid." he laughed, taking the instructions and helping me build the lego set i'd worked ever so hard on.

spending the next hour building lego, we'd finally finished. sitting back, we admired our hard word. i turned to face him, shooting him a smile before carefully lifting it up, setting it on my desk beside my set-up.

my set up was no where near as fancy as tommy's, having one monitor with my pc neatly tucked under my desk. the difference between tommy and i's youtube careers was he was a gamer, i just made videos and occasionally joined in with his minecraft 'funniest mod ever' videos. so i didn't see much point in having all the fancy things he did, it ran minecraft and the other games i played, so it worked.

"are you coming out tonight?" tommy asked, "bill, rue, freddie and i are going out. you don't have to if you don't want to, i just wanted you to come."

"i'll come." i agreed, "i think it'll be fun. and i haven't seen rue and freddie in ages, i've missed them."

****

walking into the bar, the smell of alcohol hit my nose along with the sound of drunk women singing at the karaoke table. bars weren't really my thing— i was more of a club girl. luckily for me, we weren't staying at the bar for long and was going to go to the club later on in the night.

"do you want a drink?" tommy questioned.

"i'll get myself one, it's alright." i smiled warmly, rue cutting me off.

"let him buy you one, come to the bathroom with me i need a piss."

"what do you want?" tommy asked, me quickly giving him my drink request before rue dragged me away and into the women's bathroom.

the women's bathroom had the classic mix of the smell of urine and perfume, an oh so lovely smelling mix. rue took herself into a cubicle to do her thing whilst i looked at myself in the mirror, reapplying my lip gloss.

"does anyone have a tampon?" a random female voice spoke from a different cubicle.

"i do," i replied, "which cubicle are you in?"

the woman stuck her foot out under the door, and i handed her one through under. women's bathrooms are possibly the most wholesome and comforting places in any nightclub/bar of any kind, people in there are the kindest.

"thank you so much!"

rue finished and washed her hands, the two of us going back into the main place, finding tommy, bill and freddie. meeting them at a table, i sat at the end, tommy beside me and freddie beside him, rue and bill opposite.

tommy handed me the drink he'd payed for me, and i thanked him. "how much was it?"

"it's one drink, valerie. you're not going to die to let me pay for one singular drink."

"just let me send you it," i demanded. "i'm an independent woman, i can pay for myself."

"it's a drink, valerie. no."

the bickering went on for a while, tommy eventually winning once the others pushed it to an end, wanting us to shut up. i appreciated him paying for it, but i couldn't help the feeling of guilt. though it was probably five pounds or under, money's money, and i felt bad.

"this is my fucking song!" freddie laughed to himself as a song none of us knew started to play, though freddie was blitzed, pre-drinks getting the better of him.

"he's never heard this song in his fucking life." i teased, almost coughing on my own spit.

"he literally hasn't." tommy confirmed.

"i so have, it's like, my favourite, ever." freddie argued, shaking his head.

"liar, liar." rue raised a brow.

"oh my god, freddie." i paused, leaning forward to look at him past tommy, forcing concern to wash over my face. containing my laugh as he began to look concerned himself once he'd noticed the seriousness in my tone. "your fucking pants are on fire!"

"what?" he yelled, his head shooting down to his crotch. "you liar, no they're not!"

"you're so stupid it's genuinely ridiculous."

"how did he fall for that?" bill snickered, putting his drink down to lay his head in his hands.

"he's stupid, that's why, bill." i answered his rhetorical question.