Velocity - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter Eleven - High

Nearly 8,500 words! Enjoy x

WARNING: USE OF RECREATIONAL DRUGS
📍18th April 2018 - London, UK
Amelia's POV

"Morning!" Mollie shouted as she hopped down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where I was in the midst of self wallowing and preparing myself a cup of tea.

"Morning." I said softly as the kettle had reached it peak, bubbling away as I reached for a mug from the cupboard overhead.

"Where's Daniel?" Mollie asked as she squealed slightly, heading for the fridge to locate her chilled bottle of water. "Is he in your room? I really need a shower so I hope he's not hogging the bathroom."

"He's not here." I said abruptly as I placed the teabag into the bottom of the mug. "He didn't stay over last night."

"Oh." Mollie said quietly as she froze. "I just assumed that he was. Your door was closed and the television was on fairly loud. I thought you were trying to block out your sex noises."

I chuckled slightly when I reached for the kettle, promptly pouring water from the snout to cover the teabag, allowing the water to change from clear to brown.

"No." I breathed out as I pushed the mug away from me, giving it chance to brew. "He didn't stay because I've ruined things."

"What?" Mollie widened her eyes before shaking her head. "Talk to me; what happened?" She placed her hands onto her hips and waited patiently.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds before I locked sights into Mollie and opened my mouth. "I-I don't even know where to start."

"Is it that bad?" Mollie said in shock. "Did Christian find out?"

"No." I shook my head. "Let me finish making this drink and we can go and sit down."

"Okay." Mollie said softly.

"Would you like a brew?" I offered as I used the teaspoon to push the teabag up against the side of the mug, squeezing out the necessary juices.

"I'm good, thank you." Mollie said politely as she continued to watch over me like a hawk. "I'll go and take a seat. Take your time." She said sweetly as her hand patted me back softly before she moved over towards the living area.

I watched as she picked up the television remote and turned it off altogether. She plopped herself down onto the sofa and tucked her legs underneath her body as she made herself comfortable. Her pyjama bottoms were barely covering her legs as it was and this position was not helping.

Thankfully for her, I was her best friend and had seen her naked more times than she had probably seen her own self without clothes. The same went the other way as we had been living either together or beside each other since we first met all those years ago.

I picked up my freshly brewed mug of tea and walked over to where Mollie was seated and sat down beside her, so we could turn to face each other side on. Placing the mug down onto the table, I exhaled and leaned back.

"Care to tell me what's on your mind?" Mollie asked as she broke the silence. "Exactly what did happen last night?"

"It went well." I shrugged with a nod. "Well, aspects of the evening went well."