Times Reckoning: Lil Peep Fanfic | ✓

Hellboy

--November 2nd 2017--

Quinn pov

I woke up to the faint sound of talking or yelling and the burning glow of the sun. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As my eyes adjusted, I realized something was off. This wasn't my hotel room. The walls were painted solid black, adorned with posters of bands I didn't recognize. Where am I? The bed I was lying in was much larger than the one I had previously slept on and the sheets had a distinctly masculine scent.

Panic started to set in as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. I turned my head and froze. There, next to me, was a guy. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. I didn't recognize who it was. His hair was really messy. It was a blond color and he kind of looked like Gus. But he didn't have any face tattoos. What's going on? Did I seriously sleep with a random man that happens to look like my enemy?

Suddenly, I hear voices, breaking me from my thoughts. It sounded like Jazz and Gus. So this guy knows them? That's not good. I can feel my heart starting to race quicker, I can't even remember the poor dudes name AND I can't even leave. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

I glanced around the room, looking for my phone. I needed to figure out what time it was and how I was going to get home. My eyes landed on a small table next to the bed, where my phone was. Thank God. I carefully slipped out of bed, trying to not wake the man. And as I reached for my phone, he stirred around in bed, scaring the shit out of me. Luckily he didn't wake up though.

What do I do in a predicament like this? Wait for him to wake up and ask who he is or just leave and see who's in the kitchen? Fuck it. I at least have a big tee shirt on and spandex. That's good enough for me.

I quietly slipped out of his bedroom, trying to make as little noise as possible. The last thing I wanted was to wake him up and have an awkward conversation. As I tiptoed down the hallway, I see four boys in the kitchen. Gus, Jazz, Bexey, and Makonnen. Are they just always together or something?

Taking a deep breath, I rounded the corner and tried to walk past them. That didn't work. They all turned to look at me, their expressions ranging from surprise to amusement. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Uh, I'm gonna just leave now." I say shyly. I want to just crawl in a hole and die right now.

Bexey had a mischievous grin plastered on his face as he raised an eyebrow. "Were you just in Alfonso's bedroom." he asked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. So that's his name? I would hate to be named that.

I swallowed hard, feeling my face get even hotter. "umm, yes?" I said quickly, sounding like a question. They all started laughing, except for Gus. "You slept with my brother?" He deadpanned. He looked emotionless as if he didn't care, but he also looked pissed at the same time. I stayed silent, nodding my head.

The other three boys seeming to laugh even harder at this. And just as I thought it couldn't get anymore uncomfortable, Alfonso walked into the kitchen, looking surprised to see me there. "Quinn, you're still here," he said, rubbing his eyes and giving me a sleepy smile. "Yeah, I was just about to head out." I replied, scratching my head nervously. Im seriously about to start bawling. He remembered my name but I didn't know his. Now I feel guilty too. "No, stay." He said, furrowing his eyebrows as if he was confused. Does he know how one night stands work? "You might not want her to stay. She's a slut." Gus says rolling his eyes. "What the fuck is your problem? Holy shit, your a total dick." I respond quickly, making my way to the door. I open it and leave. I have absolutely no clue where I am, but I'm sure I'll find my way.

The buildings around me were old and worn, their facades crumbling and covered in graffiti. The street was deserted, very few people. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a chill run down my spine.