Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

At Ease.

She wants to turn me. Melissa wants to fucking kill me.

"Good morning sleepy head." Ciara smiled cheerfully from where she was leaning on the kitchen counter.

"It's like, night still." I groaned as I walked over.

"Kylie, it's two pm." She laughed. "Coffee?"

"Please." She handed me a mug of black coffee and told me to help myself to the milk and sugar. I poured in some milk from the carton in the fridge before leaning on the counter beside her.

"Jet lag got ya?" Ben wanderer in, wearing black jeans an a crisp white T-shirt.

"Not really? Two pm is usual for me without an alarm or email waking me."

"Or a cock."

"Ben!" Ciara shouted as he giggled.

"Right." I muttered and sipped my hot beverage. With every moment I made sure to keep my legs out of the equation. My leg no longer needed a bandage, but still look awful.

"You haven't even fucked yet?"

"Ben," Ciara repeated. An oddly sensitive subject. The time never seemed right with Oliver and I. He never made the move and I sure as hell wasn't about to make any strong decisions. He said it's because I didn't expressly tell him and he respected me, but I was beginning to think he just didn't want to. I couldn't help but feel like he still thought I was a kid. Like the age gap was getting to him.

"No," I said. "we haven't."

"Why not?" Ben pulled his long curly hair out of his face.

"Because. I have herpes now leave me alone." I laughed.

"Ew."

"Me too it's okay." Ben sighed, and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"You better not." Ciara laughed. "Anyways, what do you want to do today? We could do some sight seeing like we did in London, maybe a movie or something?" Denis came down the hall with Melissa in tow, and I stood tall at her approach. She made me uneasy; perhaps it was the fact that just wanted to fucking murder me, or maybe something deeper.

"Morning." Denis said softly, his usual chipper self.

"Morning." I smiled back. I noticed how tense the room was when Melissa was around. i wondered if she made everyone else uneasy. "I don't know though, I'm down to do whatever everyone else wants to do."

"Yes, I am the queen of whatever." Ciara laughed. "Leave plans to me, and be ready in half an hour?"

"Sounds good." I chugged the rest of my coffee and went to get ready. I dressed in utterly shredded black high waist jeans - like most of my jeans were, black and high waist - and a black lace bralette with a sheer oversized t-shirts tied around my waist. I straightened my hair as flat and emo as I could get it without smearing my bangs across my forehead. They were made sure to be pushed back. I did my makeup with simple winged eyeliner and fake eyelashes, and basic face makeup. I slipped on my black vans and walked into the living room where everyone else had collected.

"You take forever you know." James laughed from one of the armchairs.

"I was given a certain amount of time, do not think I won't use it to the fullest extent."

"You look like an emo thirteen year old that slits her wrists." Melissa said flatly. I wore the exact same thing as Denis, but I had no flannel tied around my hips and he wasn't wearing a bra.

"And you are a crusty whore. Now, shall we?" I gestured to the door.

"Try not to kill each other, yeah? Now, first we're going to see the new Starwars movie," Ciara listed. "Then walked around in the mall, and meet up with Cam, Haley, and Brandi. and then come back here and hang out a while before we go to a pub or something." I was so overwhelmed with the days plans. They want to do all of that, with me? It still hadn't occurred to me that Ben and Denis actually wanted me to come in the first place, and I wasn't just sent here by Oliver. And yet again, I missed him.