This definitely isn't her bed; the sheets don't smell like her's. It smells like cheap laundry detergent that a confused father would buy when tasked to grocery shop. That, and the faintest hint of cigarette.
Grace didn't get the delicate Disney Princess-esque rise and shine. Her head reboots with a loud pang from the tangles of her neurons, her mouth and tongue felt dry, her eyes red and tired; basically, she'd rather not wake up. Her blue eyes peered behind its fleshy curtains just to meet the blinding rays of morning sun- or rather, midday sun. It caught a glimpse of beautiful murals on the wall, apparently hand drawn, though she wasn't awake enough to make out any of it- let alone appreciate them. Through her blurry lenses she could make out a head of blonde hair shutting the curtains, apparently understanding the basic needs of someone experiencing hangover. Or at least understanding one's sensitivity to light and loud noises. The person opening the door, however, does not.
"Hey Adam, prep up, we're opening in twen-" Todd froze, staring at the mess that is currently Grace Lindale. He pointed a finger at Jimmy, summoning the blonde to come by the door. The blonde reluctantly obliged, though his eyes rolled where Todd could see it.
"Mind telling me what the fuck is going on? That's the girl Adam's stalking, right? I know he's fucking psycho but I didn't think he would kidnap the girl-" He whispered, only allowing Grace to hear the useless fragments of his sentences.
"She got drunk and passed out."He whispered before a sly smirk danced on his lips. "Oh, That's really nice of you to offer us breakfast, Todd." Jimmy spoke in a calming voice that could put any ASMR artists to shame- not wanting Grace to experience discomfort or be tempted to leave. His voice was loud enough for Grace to hear, but not loud enough to disturb her. If he does a good job, maybe Adam would pitch in another fifty.
"Fucking prick-" Todd cussed, though he doesn't see any way out of it now. "Right, so what's for breakfast?"
"Peppermint tea," He spoke before his eyes darted back at Grace and winked. "Cures nausea and stomach pains." The girl smiled, sitting up properly on the ink bed as she watched. "And could you also get us eggs? She needs some amino acid and taurine to help her liver process the high amount alcohol."
Cough, "Smartass," cough. Todd turned away just to feel Jiminy's tiny figure wrapped around his lower back. This is by far the weirdest thing that's happened here in Lucky Hobo, and they've had their share of experiences with all the eccentric people who want tattoos. And some are hardcore weird; but god forbid any of the Lost Boys hugged him and stopped with the degrading nickname.
This only happens once in a blue moon- "Thank you, Todd." He spoke, releasing the teenager from his impromptu-awkward hug. He closed the door, making sure Todd could see the middle finger he put up as the door is closing- Grace obviously not aware of it.
"You're clever, aren't you?" The girl started, giggling from where she is.
Jimmy shook his head humbly, laughing. "I try to be."
"I hope I didn't cause any trouble. I didn't even know what came over me last night-" Grace sighed. "Thanks for taking care of me though. Here, let me give you a little something to express my thanks."
The blonde smiled and again, shook his head. "I'm really flattered but I'd rather not take it. I helped because it's the right thing to do; Adam said so. You should keep it; besides, you slept like a baby. No trouble for my part at all."
Puke.
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"Hey- Yeah, Adam? There's that girl in your office; the one you stare at everyday in some weird-ass trance. Do I need to call the cops? Get your ass here; you got explaining to do." Todd spoke on his phone with impeccable speed that it almost sounds as if he was rapping. "And one of your weird kids just called me 'Todd'. What the fuck is going on?" He genuinely sounded concerned and disheveled- as if jet lag after crossing an alternate universe.
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Lost Boys : Every Badboy Has a Story [ #Wattys2016 ]
Teen Fiction'And soon enough we reached Neverland' The city is cruel, more so are the people. To survive, Adam Roux and the Lost Boys will have do what ever it takes; be it lie, cheat, or god forbid-- kill. Surviving became protecting when he met Grace Lindale;...