Through the Floorboards

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                                                                       A/N: Sorry for late upload 

We entered our local supermarket, and off Lilliane went with the trolley. We were not sure why we needed a trolley because we were only getting booze and snacks, but she insisted on getting one, so we got one.

"I am going to be in the snack aisle; you go to the alcohol aisle, seeing as you are the heavy weight, and it's your good news we are celebrating." Lilliane said as she trolled off into Isle 4, and I went to Isle 6, where all the alcohol was lined up row for row, spirit by spirit, beer by beer.

As I got into the island, I was met with a few people, not a lot. I mean, it's like 11 a.m. in the morning. Who goes out and buys alcohol then? You should be saying nobody.

"Jack Daniels, maybe? Or maybe Vodka, I could do with going light seen as I still have work." I muttered to myself until I felt a presence walk past me. I looked over to where I felt my intruder, and there he was, 102 guys, as if it could be anyone else because since the night of some poor woman's exorcism, he has been everywhere I go and everywhere I seem to look.

"Stalking much?" I said as he was standing somewhat a foot away from me, analysing what drink to pick up from the beer section. He looked over at me and rolled his eyes, and I frowned.

"I could say the same with you, though I guess you are also hearing to drown your sorrows. What is it this time? Nobody wants to fuck you? Or is it that the wet dreams have gone?" He asked as my eyes shot open, and I looked around to see if anyone else heard what he had just asked me. Why do things like this happen when everyone has left the island?

"You are pathetic, do you know that?" I said as I put down the vodka in my hand and walked over to his finger in front of me as I pointed at him. Without any hesitation, he grabbed my finger and aggressively but gently pinned me up against the alcohol shelves.

As if it couldn't get anymore hot, we were inches away from each other's faces. I could see the green now in his eyes, which I definitely thought were blue, and the freckles that danced on his face ever so faintly, as well as the stubble that connected at every point on his face, from his chiselled jawline to the next and up to his faint moustache.

"I am pretty sure the only pathetic one is you, sweetheart," he whispered. It was like he took all the air out of my lungs. I frowned my eyebrows together, but no words could come out; my throat had gone dry.

But let me tell you what wasn't dry.

I don't know what came over me. It must be the fact that my wet dreams had subsided since the night that we met and that no matter what I watched before bed, they weren't coming back. But he didn't need to know that.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I got some good news today, and me and my housemate are celebrating," I said, pushing him off of me before anyone saw me standing there face-to-face like we were going to go into battle.

"Do share the good news," he said as I chuckled and crossed my arms as I walked out of the isle, not before grabbing the vodka bottle I had placed down and a random bottle of wine I had eyed when coming into the isle.

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I walked myself over to Isle 4, where Lilliane had already loaded the cart with all sorts of absolute junk, from fairy cakes (her fave) to mini rolls (my fave) to a big ass chocolate cake. She had also put in some pizzas, two tubs of ice cream, one cookie dough, and one Netflix and Chill'd.