It Never Ends [Of Mice & Men- Alan Ashby fanfic]

Chapter 9: Well This Definitely Isn't Akward

note the sarcasm in the title c;

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Harper was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable because things were getting heated with Austin and Lydia on Harper’s couch. She decided to leave before she saw something she really didn’t want to see.

She went to see Alan because he was alone and he wanted her to come over anyway. At least now she had someone to run to, instead of being trapped in her bedroom forever as her cousin had sex on her couch. Ew.

“Weed!” Harper enthused as she sat on the couch next to Alan and gladly took his blunt. She breathed in the drug, getting the familiar feeling that she craved for. She hasn’t smoked in a while and it was definitely catching up with her.

“I didn’t know you smoked, did I?” Alan asked as he watched Harper blow smoke into his face.

She shook her head. “It’s another one of the many secrets up my sleeve.” Literally. There were literally secrets up her sleeve.

They comfortably sat on the couch watching The Simpsons until the blunt was finally done. Harper cuddled closer to Alan’s warm chest.

She looked up at Alan, getting another one of her genius ideas. He looked really cute today...

“Beautiful,” Alan murmured.

Harper moved so she was straddling his lap. “Why thank you, Mr Ashby,” she replied, crashing her lips onto his. He hummed in satisfaction as his hands travelled under her shirt and he tore it off of her, letting it fall to the floor.

Harper took Alan’s shirt off, letting her hands travel over his tattoo. Alan flipped them over so he was hovering over Harper on the couch. He kissed down her chest, to the waistband of her jeans.

He slowly tore her jeans off, leaving Harper craving for more.

“Alan, pl-”

She was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. “Alan, honey!” An unfamiliar female voice said from the doorway.

“Shit,” Alan murmured, climbing off of Harper and quickly putting his shirt back on. He ran to the front door, giving Harper some time to put her clothes back on.

“Honey, you’re looking a little too happy to see me,” the girl said, obviously pointing out the prominent bulge in his pants.

Harper felt like she was going to burst into flames. From embarrassment and anger. Who the fuck was this girl? What if Alan was just about to take advantage of her before he went to go fuck some other girl? Just thinking about the possibilities made Harper want to throw up.

“Mom, I’m kind of busy,” Alan said, awkwardly.

Oh. It was his mom. Well, this definitely isn’t an awkward situation at all. Harper made sure her bracelets were totally covering her scars before she got up to meet Alan’s mom, even though she was in no condition to meet anyone’s parents right now.

“This is Harper,” Alan said, putting his arm around Harper.

“Did I just walk in on you and a prostitute again?” Alan’s mom asked, eying Harper up and down. “She’s sure a conservative one, isn’t she?” She pointed out, noticing Harper’s black jeans and dark purple v-neck.

“Mom! Harper is my girlfriend,” Alan said, obviously feeling a bit uncomfortable. I mean, if your mom had mistaken your girlfriend for a prostitute, you would probably be a little uncomfortable too.

His mom’s eyes widened. “Oh, and I... oh. Well, nice to meet you Harper, I’m Patricia.” She held her hand out for Harper to shake but slowly pulled it back when she thought of where her hands could’ve been.

“Oh... we didn’t do anything,” Harper quickly explained, noticing her awkward facial expressions.

“Yet,” Alan muttered under his breath. “So... what are you doing here?” He asked Patricia with a dull look on his face. Obviously he wasn’t exactly excited to see his mother here.

“I can’t come and see my son every once in a while? I’m sorry you tour most days out of the year and your mother misses you,” Patricia said, sounding offended. “How’s Austin? Are you feeding your cat?”

“Mom, everything is fine. Can we like... meet later?” Alan begged, obviously wanting his mom to leave as soon as possible so he could attend to more important matters.

“I get it, I just wanted to see how you were. Call me later, tell me how it went,” she said before walking out the door.

“Oh my god, did that just happen?” Harper asked as Alan locked the door.

“I question myself for ever giving her a spare key in the first place,” Alan murmured.

“Alan, we’re stoned and your mother just walked in on us almost having sex. How is it that the only thing you’re worried about is that you gave her a spare key?” Harper asked, completely amazed by Alan’s ability to be so stupid.

He pinned her against the wall. “I think she liked you,” he said, kissing her neck.

Harper giggled. “Idiot,” she whispered.

Alan smirked at her before he began nibbling on her earlobe. “Jump.”