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After meeting the band, Izabella started to be around them a lot. Mostly, because the girls and Warren were always whining to Daisy that they miss her.
But not Eddie. Or he thought so.
Their friendship was confusing. They spent hald of the time bickering and arguing with eachother and other half flirting unknowingly because they were too blind to see it.
Eddie Roundtree: She called me a shithead most of the times. Of course, I was annoyed.
Izabella Jones: Oh, I loved making him mad.
Everybody around noticed that something was going on between them but they chose to ignore it for their own sake.
Eddie found her nothing more than annoying Daisy's little sister who got onto his nerves every fucking day. He tried to convince himself that everyday. Oh, he tried a lot.
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Izabella stayed at their house after a party because fell asleep on the chair in their balcony. She woke up with the her head being foggy due to the comedown coming from the drugs she did that night.
She was irritated to the max level and wanted to do some lines to calm herself down.
To her luck - there was none. Izabella groaned and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water.
It was silent in the house. She thought probably everyone went to the studio for recordings or some other shit bands do but also she couldn't care less what they were doing.
There was a glass next to the sink that she spoted and immediately picked it up.
Three seconds later the glass shattered on floor because of her shaking hands on the comedown. Izabella just froze as she doors next to the kitchen opening. What is that?
"Are you fucking mental? I'm sleeping woman!" Eddie bursted out of the room yelling at her.
Yelling. One thing she hated the most in this world.
She stood there even more frozen while he yelled even more dumb things about her smashing that one glass.
Eddie Roundtree: I'm gonna blame that hungover for the rest of my life.
She stood there overwhelmed by the yelling and her body shaking from sobering up. Eddie stormed off to his room being mad as ever.
After the slammed his doors, Eddie burried his face in his hands and groaned for what he did. He never yelled, specially at a woman, just at Billy if he was annoying.
He heard Izabella cleaning up the glass for a long time but when he stood up to go apologize to her - he just heard the front door being slammed.
Izabella Jones: I don't remember why I left. I wanted to stay.
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After couple of days the band invited Izabella to beach with them. She was making excuses to skip this invite but when Graham bursted into her hotel room to basically drag her out - she had no choice.
She still didn't even dare to look at Eddie after the whole yelling incident.
Eddie felt so guilty. He noticed how she didn't call him a shithead, as per usual, when she entered the car.
Even Camilla looked at her worryingly because she noticed it over some time that this became like a formal greeting for them everytime they met.
Most of the time at the beach she spent either smoking a joint with Warren or talking the most non-sense things with Billy because somehow they actually got along pretty good.
While Izabella was tanning she just felt a pair of eyes staring at her the entire time because he thought she won't notice. Of course, she noticed. She notices everything.
''Done with the staring?" Izabella teased while smirking to him.
Oh, boy, Eddie never felt so flustered in his entire life. He felt like he was burning a hole into her skin with his eyes but he couldn't excuse himself.
Eddie Roundtree:She wore my fucking favorite color bikini. What was I suppose to do?
"Oh, don't flatter yourself, shithead'' Eddie mimicked her while lighting his cigarette.
Izabella Jones: That broke the ice again. Thanks to the bikini, I guess? *laughs*
Later that evening The Six threw another party but this time the only thing Izabella consumed was the red wine she so loved.
Strange. Everyone thought.
On the other hand, Eddie got so shitfaced and Izabella found him almost sleeping next to his room. She didn't even hesitate about helping him, the next second she found herself dragging his body to his room.
She just poked his shoulder and he flopped backwards to his bed while laughing and talking stupid shit under his nose.
She noticed he was still wearing his shoes so she got her knees and pulled at them. At the same time Eddie pushed himself to rest his body on his elbows and a huge grin grew on his face.
"Now this is nice sight..." he's slurring cheekily, smiling so innocently.
Izabella just glarred at him to see if he'll break that innocent smile, but he never did.
"Don't push it, Roundtree," she rolls her eyes, tugging his other shoe off his foot and throwing it somewhere in the dark room. Before he even has time to process another remark, her fingers are reaching for the button of his jeans, making him jolt up more.
"Woah, woah, woah, Jones, are you trying to seduce me? Because if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask..."
She shoved at his shoulder again, sending a laughing Eddie to fall flat on the mattress again while his chest vibrates with joy.
The sound was so contagious that even Izabella couldn't hold back her giggles.
She placed her hands over his knees and started to push herself off from the floor but, tot her luck, not only she tripped over her own heels in her, not so drunken state compared to his, but she also fell over his body with a tiny groan escaping her lips.
The both of them giggled uncontrollably after that as Eddie just wrapped his arms around her waist catching her off guard.
She places her hands flat over his chest, "Wasn't trying to get you naked," she explained, "just wanted take care of your drunk ass and make sure you didn't bash your head somewhere before you got to your bed, shithead."
Eddie hummed drunkenly with a soft smile as he closes his eyes, wrapping his arms together around her body and leaning to nuzzle his nose into her neck. Izabella was so confused.
Izabella Jones: Alcohol gets you horny, he was blackout drunk, probably his hormones just got to him. I had done same things with random people, nothing serious.
"I'm pretty comfortbale just like this," he tells her, keeping her as close as possible as he uncoils an arm to reach for his blanket to throw over their still fully-clothed bodies.
She stayed in this position for couple minutes just to make sure he was in a deep sleep and then left his room.
Eddie Roundtree: I wasn't in blacked out state. She still thinks I was. *laughs*
