I Don't Mix Business with Pleasure

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

We're both lying on the bed, staring up watching as the headlights cast shadows on the ceiling. How are you supposed to move past making out and almost getting to a point of no return?

"I want more alcohol," I whisper, feeling my thoughts creeping back in as it slowly starts to wear off. I'm still drunk, but not drunk enough.

"Landon! Someone is at your door!" Hudson's voice echoes through the stairwell.

"Fuck- I hope someone didn't call the cops if they heard us yelling." Landon sighs, sitting up. "You coming with?"

"I hope not. I'll go down with you."

I follow him down the stairs and watch him reach the front door. I try my best to avoid Hudson's burning stare. The roles have now been reversed. It's Hudson giving the dirty looks now. I feel like shit, I do. I lied to both of us when he asked if we had anything going on. We didn't technically have anything going on, but I feel some type of way towards Landon. Either way, Hudson opened up to me about how he's gay, so how was I supposed to know why he was asking those questions? I just didn't want to hear his speech about me getting hurt.

Landon opens the door and looks at both of us in shock. I can't see who it is. He steps out and shuts the door behind him. I can hear mumbling on the other side of the door. It sounds kind of like an argument happening. I can hear a girl's voice.

The front door swings open and a blonde girl wearing a skimpy dress and heels walks in carrying a purse. She immediately looks over at me, lowers her sunglasses, and smiles. Landon is right behind her with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of the nose with his pointer finger and thumb in frustration.

"Who're you?" she asks, her smile turning into an evil smirk.

"Uh- who are you?" I retort.

"The name is Cece, Cece Dorian," she smirks, blowing a bubble with her gum.

Landon mouths 'help' to Hudson, but he just ignores him and watches everything unfold. What is going on?

"I answered your question, now could you so kindly answer mine?" she asks, sarcastically.

Normally this would be the part that Hudson sticks up for me, but he just watches.

"My name is, Florence." I look at Landon for some sort of hint as to what's going on.

"Florence what?" she asks.

"Branson," I answer with an annoyed tone.

"Cool, so why is everyone acting like they didn't expect me to be showing up? Landon?" she asks, turning around to face him. She pops one of her hips to the side and takes off her sunglasses, sticking one of the temples between her teeth, grazing her tongue over the end.

"Because I didn't expect you to show up. What are you even doing here? What's going on?"

"You texted me earlier today saying how lonely you were and wanted me to come stay with you tonight. What, did you get your fix? Don't need me anymore?" she giggles, turning back around to look at me. "And since when are you into brunettes?" she asks, giving me a disgusted look.

"I- what- I never texted you. You're still as insane as ever. Leave." Landon says, pointing at the door.

My heart rate is increasing. Who does she think she is? And did he really invite her and maybe forget? Am I being played like I was worried about?

"I have the texts still. You said how much you miss me, and want to work things out, sending me that heartfelt message about how you've finally come to your senses. Took you long enough." she scoffs.