The Killers - Part 2

chapter 18

Jo POV

I woke up to bashing and crashing and water running and people thumping their feet on the floor, trampling around outside in the living room and possibly the kitchen. I rolled over and looked over at the clock – 8.00 – wow, sleep in much, i felt and arm pulling me closer, Brian pulling me into an embrace.

“ive just seen the most amazing thing outside”

I heard someone say in the room, i looked over at the window to see Brian, fully dressed, thank god for that, with his face squashed against the window. What in the world, was it that exciting whatever was out there that his face had to be that close to the window to see it, was it too good to be true or something.

“what the hell are you doing love?”

I asked him, his face didn’t move from the window to look at me. He continued staring out the window, honestly whatever is out there can’t be that interesting, its probably something like a fox or a badger, nothing overly captivating in my opinion.

“Freddie just clocked himself with a cymbal”

Brian said, that was different, Freddie, beating himself up, over nothing, with a cymbal for goodness sake, what’s he trying to do, knock himself out or worse get roger to do so for him. Brian still didn’t look away from the window, he looked like a total fool, i got up and dressed into the usual attire of mine, a blue flannelette shirt and a pair of jeans, wearing at the cuffs around the ankles and colour fading at the knees.

“Brian... how long have you been looking out the window.”

I asked him, coming to his side, looking at him with the side of his face stuck against the window as if it were glued to the window; he attempted to look at me, but gave up, too much strain i suppose for his eyes to turn in my direction.

“3 hours, and its hardly surprising you see.... seeing as that fugguggling trotter roger put superglue over the window”

Brian said, furious, avoiding the use of profanities, he hates using them for no real purpose, about the reason in which he was stuck to the window, that ass, coming into out room to pull such an awful prank. Well ill show that numb skull, i could’ve had i dunno something really private on the bed whilst he did what he has done, a gift for Brian or something, i dunno something, anything and his eyes could’ve seen it, luckily there was nothing, but i feel as though he has invaded my privacy.

“don’t worry dear, ill be right back, and we will have you off that window in no time”

I told him, kissing his free cheek, he moved his hand up to my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, unable to kiss me back probably paranoid him. I ran my fingers through his dark brown curls before i went to the door.

“You might wanna hurry up, ill probably be disfigured for life ya know”      

Brian said as i walked out the door, i couldn’t resist laughing at his recent comment, the loony he is. Now... where is that blockhead roger. I walked into the kitchen to find Kyrie taking off gloves stained with green, what the hell has she been doing, operating on a frog.

“what did you do, squish someone’s guts?”

I asked her as she through multiple things into the bin, the gloves snapping together as they snapped off her hands and she threw them in the bin as well, she looked up at me, somewhat startled at me being in the same room and actually talking to her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.  just hair dye, roger wanted to dye his hair a lighter shade of blonde... what’s wrong with you, saw a ghost”

She said, laughing it off. washing her hands of any remaining dye that had possibly got onto her hand onto the process.  So where is he then, you have to wait at least an hour for it to settle in your hair before washing it out, Freddie was outside, Tamarah probably still in bed, along with Natalie, she had come home last night and wasn’t speaking a word and crashed on the couch, and john, still missing.