Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Four: Never Have I Ever...

I already had a little of this chapter written before I decided to stop writing and updating PI and what I originally had was just notes, but I got working on the rest of the chapter tonight and this is what I've come up with. It's short and 'unedited' so it might not be the best that my writing's ever been, but it is something, especially considering I did say I'd not be updating for a long time. And when I said a long time, I meant like a really long time. However, I felt awful for doing that to you all and I'm kinda distancing myself from the real members of BVB and I don't really feel as bad for writing again as I expected myself to, so I thought I may as well post it up. I wouldn't recommend believing that this is me getting back into writing PI full time, I'm not doing that, this is just a one off because I wanted to write something and I felt I owed you all this chapter. I'm still pretty imbalanced in regards to what happened with Sammi and Jinxx but, like I said, I've distanced myself from BVB in order to not get too caught up in their personal lives because I always become so invested in my idols' lives and it does me no good at all. But, hey ho.

I hope you enjoy the chapter, thank you all for being so patient with me and thanks ever so much for your support.

(Give a little thanks to Beth, she said something today that made me want to write again tonight.)

"Never have I ever..." Gus tapped his fingers to his lips, scrunching his nose up in thought. "Told a one night stand that I loved them," he looked between me and Wesley expectantly and I rolled my eyes, shooting Wesley a knowing glare.

"Hurry up and take a drink already," I told him and he smirked, bring his cup to his lips and taking a gulp.

"In my defence," he started, turning his attention to Gus to explain. "I just wanted to be fed the next day..."

"You're deplorable, Wesley Burner," Gus smiled sweetly at him, leaning over to peck his lips. I cocked my head to the side, placing my cup down before clasping my hands together and grinning wide.

"Aw, how adorable!" I cooed, "When's the wedding?"

Wesley scoffed, shaking his head at me. "Weddings involve commitment, and you, my friend, have put me off the idea of commitment."

"Hey," Gus interrupted, swatting at Wesley's chest in a playful manner, a pout now present on his lips.

I sighed and grasped my cup again, swigging at my drink as I grimaced at Wesley. "My commitments are always less successful than that of the average person... I'm sure you'd be fine."

Wesley snorted, reaching over to take my cup from my hand. "No drinking when the game is paused." He scolded, smiling gently all of a sudden. "But you never know, you might have found a keeper in Andy."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, scoffing through a sardonic smirk. "Never-"

"Have I ever had sex with someone just because I was bored!" Gus chimed in with a wide grin before I could even finish. I chuckled, taking my drink back from Wesley to take a gulp of the alcohol.

Wesley's eyes widened a little and a gleeful smile appeared on his lips as he nodded slowly. "Well done, I'm impressed."

"I can be impressive sometimes, Wes, and before you even ask, no, I'm not telling... I don't kiss and tell you see." I licked my lips and grinned.

"Aw, hey, no fair! I'd tell you everything."                                            

I shuddered and nodded. "Yeah, I know you would."

Wesley stuck his tongue out childishly before swirling it around his lips, smacking them together in delight afterwards. "You enjoy my stories!" he giggled and I shook my head in disagreement.

"I really don't," I insisted, "they are absolutely terrifying and you tell them in the most gross way possible."

"And you're an absolute homophobe," he grinned. "Fag hag."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head again "There's a line, Burner, and every time you relay one of you escapades to me in extreme detail, you're crossing it." He shrugged and I stuck my tongue out in return before shooting him a half smile. "I've missed spending times like this with you, Wes, you make me forget the world."

Wesley chuckled, shuffling his body closer to mine so he could reach around my back to hug me. He pulled away, planting a kiss on my forehead before replying, "I've missed it too... but you're not coming on to me, are you?" he waggled his brows. "Because you're really not my type... you don't carry enough package down there."

I swatted him away, playfully glaring at him. "You always know how to ruin a good moment." I then smiled, linking my arm with his awkwardly, both his and my cup now balancing precariously in our hands that were bumping together, swilling the alcohol in our cups. "Thank you, though... seriously."

"You're welcome," he laughed, lifting his cup to his lips, taking a big gulp. "You know, you've never been this sincere with me since the time you broke up with..." he trailed off, his mouth twisting into a recognisable frown, brows furrowing together as he shook his head. "Sorry."

"It's alright," I reassured him, though I still felt my stomach drop as my happier thoughts began to fog with sudden remnants of my past. "Let's not talk about him tonight... or any man that's been involved in my life." I tried to smile and chuckle to show that I was fine but I had a feeling, judging by Wesley's wary stare, that I wasn't as convincing as I had hoped to be.

"Alright then..." he finally tore his gaze from me, breaking the nauseating silence that had fell around us. He smiled at Gus, who seemed to be overwhelmed with concern and confusion but he grinned back nonetheless, before looking back to me. "Let's continue before I hurl at our seriousness."

I nodded and Wesley continued. "Never have I ever ... had sex somewhere public." He coughed, tapping his chest lightly with his right hand clenched into a small fist. "My workplace... On a coffee table, to be precise."

"Wow, Wesley, even wasted, you are a cruel, conniving bastard." I stated, scowling at my best friend. "And I told you, no talking about any men in my life."

"What... not even Andy?" he questioned, mock horror on his face.

"Especially not Andy."

Wesley began protesting, his words along the lines of 'but he's the best one!', but I held up my hand, silencing him before pressing the rim of my cup to my lips, tipping it back and downing it in one. I winced as I finished the last drop, placing my cup down in front of me, a smirk on my lips as I watched Wesley and Gus' reactions.

I gestured to the half empty bottle by Gus' leg and he handed it to me without a word. I topped my cup up once again, almost to the very top, before returning the bottle to Gus. Looking back at Wesley once more, I blew him a kiss and shot him a wink before giggling. "Yes, he is the best one."