**ON HOLD**The Lush: A Rudy Wade Fanfiction (Misfits) oc

Chapter Eight: Cake

AN: I'm sorry I disappeared for a long time, I've just been going through a lot irl. If you've seen my Tate Langdon rp page then you'll know a little more than the rest. I don't want to go in to too much detail because it's the past and I want to move on ;] I know it isn't the best chater, but I promise there'll be so much more in the chapters after this one! As always, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I do writing :P

I couldn’t hear much. Muffled voices, a few foul words thrown at each other but nothing more than a low hum. As an act of defeat, I fell back into the couch, my back forming comfortably against the material. My head fell back with ease and I let myself relax, my chest rose and fell, my breath faint.

“I can’ fukin’ believe i’ ma’e.” Rudy’s head shook, he was pacing. “Of all tha birds….i’ had tah be Flo.”

Too watched as his host fumbled about in his intoxicated haze. “If yah fink abou’ i’….i’ sor’a makes sense..dunnit?” He nervously bit at his nails, not knowing exactly Rudy would do to him.

Rudy took a deep breath in, attempted to flush out his system with a bit of oxygen but with no luck. The haze was still clouding his eyes, clouding his judgement. Part of him wanted to kick the fucker out, the both of them but he knew that was no use. Another part of him wanted to leave, to flee, to escape but it donned on him, where would he go? He knew all too well that if he did leave, the only person he’d want to see was her. Rudy bit down hard on his lip and held on to the kitchen counter to balance his weight. His eyes fell, he couldn’t put a word to the feeling, maybe it was shame, but it didn’t fit, it didn’t make any sense? “I…ma’e, I fukin’ love ‘er.” Rudy spat it out before the words could do any harm, before the taste would stain his tongue.

He didn’t expect it, the pain in his chest, when his counterpart said the words. When it came down to it, they were both different people, they were two beings and they were still two people in love with the same girl. “Bu’ I love ‘er too.” Rudy Too’s voice croaked, it pained him to say it.

Thoughts were flooding through Rudy’s mind, whirring around like a giant pot being stirred by a large an ominous being. He felt sick, his stomach churned. It was worse, so much worse than Alicia. Maybe the drugs had altered his way of coping, because if he had been sober, he would have sucked the fucker back in to him, and fucked her. Simple. Feelings had to get in the way and he instantly regretted the decision to go for a sesh. “If I…if you..” Rudy couldn’t even get the words out, he pointed, gestured at the motion of Too going back into him.

“You know tha’ means nufing. It’d be like me watchin’ tha two of yah fuk.” He didn’t mean to sound angry but it came out that way, forced, hostile.

“We could ge’ tha’ bloke tah take our power away?”

“No.” Too said flatly.

“I don’ see i’ workin’ ou’ unless we fight till the death.” He said trying to lighten the mood, it was odd for Too to talk back.

Rudy Too glared his host down, if it had to be that way, so be it. “Why don’ we just ask the girl?”

I felt a pair of hands shake me. I’d fallen asleep, my body all stretched out on the couch. I couldn’t even remember changing my position. “Hmm?” I stretched.

“How are yah feelin’ luv?” It was Too, I couldn’t help but see a few lightly discoloured patches of skin on his neck.

“I’m great, how are you?” I grinned, the haze was still evident in my eyes.

“Well –

“Who d’ya wan’?” Rudy butt in. “Who’d yah pick? Give it to us straigh’ yeah?”

Blinking a few times, I sat up. My body was numb and still waking up, my mind was even worse. It must have looked as though I had been staling, hesitating, when in reality, I was still registering the fact that I was on the couch. “I….what?”

“Who, do, yah, wan’?” Rudy said the words slowly, making sure that I understood.

I rubbed at my eyes, itching them awake. “I want….” My voice seemed foreign, “I want Rudy.” Too’s face fell. I flashed him a weak smile, “I want all of him.”

“Well yah can’ ‘ave yer cake and eat i’ can yah?” Rudy scoffed, starting to pace. “Wha’ tha fuk are we supposed tah do now?”

Too couldn’t help but smile, it wasn’t just a root that she wanted, she genuinely liked him. “We can’ really do shit can we?” his voiced had changed, softened since their encounter in the kitchen. His muscles tensed. “We could bofe da’e ‘er?”

Too looked at me as he asked the question.

“’Ow the fuk, would tha’ work?” Rudy asked, setting himself on the armrest of the couch.

“Well ma’e, I could take ‘er out one night yeah, then you could take ‘er the other?”

“Hold on a bloody second, you ge’ first da’e? Why don’ I ge’ firs’ da’e?” Rudy asked rather irritated.

“Cause i’ were my idea, weren’t i’?” Too smiled smugly.

“But for now, can we just smoke a bit more and watch some movies or something? I don’t think I’m ready for all of this seriousness?” I smirked at the two of them.