Apocalypse Within The System [OM&M, AA, BMTH, PTV]

Twenty Five

Blake's POV

I woke up and immediately felt panicked when Alan wasn't next to me. Where could he have gone? It wasn't like there was a bar that he could escape to, and he hopefully wouldn't be thinking about cheating on me with his best friend.

I suddenly heard yelling coming from upstairs, both voices sounding extremely familiar. One was definitely Alan, but the other one I just couldn't put my finger on.

I got out of bed and made my way upstairs. In the living room, I saw Alan and Jaime playing cards.

"Jamie?!" I yelled. Back in San Diego, Jamie was my best friend. He was helping me plan the wedding, and he also agreed to go dress shopping with me because I had no other friends.

"Hey Blake, you're looking pregnant this morning," he said with a smirk.

"Jamie, what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, making him get up to give me a tight hug.

"I don't know, Alan was bored and wanted to play Go Fish so..."

"No, I mean like... alive."

He shrugged. "Why? You want me dead?"

"SO DO YOU WANT ME, OR DO YOU WANT ME DEAD?" Alan sang, giving me a wide smile.

I hugged him again. "I'm just glad you're here," I murmured. "You are going to be an uncle after all."

"Ok, back to more important matters. Jaime is cheating by telling me that he doesn't have any fours but I know he has fours," Alan murmured.

"You know what Ben? Fuck you!" Viv shouted, storming downstairs.

"Uptight bastard!" Ben yelled back.

"Why are your panties in a twist, Vicki-poo?" Alan joked, watching a frustrated Vic slam his fist on the wall. He winced in pain and held his knuckles.

"Ben is being an asshole," he murmured.

"I'm being an asshole?" Ben asked, coming downstairs and leaning on the doorframe.

"That's what I said!"

"Ok, how about we take a chill pill and take about this like adults?" I suggested. I was sure that the fight was over something stupid.

"Ben called you a high-strung twat," Vic murmured under his breath.

My eyes widened and I looked over at Ben. "I'm pregnant, Ben!" I yelled a little too loudly.

"Well I'm horny and alone but you don't see me whining every ten seconds about how my dick is throbbing," he shot.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that no one cares! We all have our own problems to deal with and we don't want to hear about yours!"

I took a step towards him, fuming with pent up anger. "Ben, you have-"

"How about we go outside?" Alan suggested, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the back door.

"I want to give that British piece of shit a piece of my mind!" I yelled before Alan pulled me out the door. "Alan, I don't need-"

"Blake, you're stressed. Just calm down. You don't need any of this," Alan explained, rubbing my arms.

"But..."

"I know he makes you angry, but you're only making him happier when you fight back," he explained, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

I fell into the kiss, letting him wrap his arms around my waist. There was something about him that made me give in every time.

He suddenly pulled away. "We better get inside before the Riganda show up. We can continue this downstairs," he said, placing one more kiss on my forehead before leading me back inside.

When we got inside, Ben, Jaime, Rachelle and Danny were sitting in the living room.

Alan nudged my side, obviously wanting me to apologize to Ben or something.

"Sorry Ben," I mumbled.

"No, it's my fault. This stupid apocalypse is making us all go crazy," Ben explained, giving me a weak smile.

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"WHISKEY!" Ben cheered, coming into the living room with a bottle full of whiskey in his hand.

I sighed because I couldn't drink it and I really wanted to. I would just stick with water. Water was great. I love water.

"Pass it here!" Jaime yelled as Ben took a seat in between him and Vic.

"Did your parents fancy a bottle or what?" Ben asked as he cracked it open.

"No, I think that's here from when Mike and I visited for the holidays. Thank god for that," Vic explained, taking a sip. they passed the bottle around, everyone taking a sip until it got to Alan.

"You better not drink it," I shot.

"Why?" He asked with a pout, his lips inches from the bottle.

"If I can't drink it, you can't drink it either," I said.

"C'mon Blake, that's not fair!" Alan exclaimed.

"More for me," Jaime teased, taking the bottle from Alan and taking another sip.

"You're going to pay for that," Alan murmured, nibbling under my earlobe.

I swatted him away. "You'll thank me when you wake up hangover free tomorrow morning."

He nodded, taking that into account. "I guess that's a good thing."


Later on, Ben was the only person drinking because everyone agreed that they would be better off not being stupid drunk and being in the apocalypse. Ben thought that that was stupid so he got drunk.

It was pretty late, so I decided I would go to bed. Alan was in the washroom when I heard footsteps come downstairs.

"Jaime? Rachelle?" I asked, sitting up and looking at the shadow coming towards me. As they got closer, I could smell the alcohol.

"Ben, g-"

"Shut up, bitch!" He yelled, slapping me hard in the face. My eyes watered as I brought my hand up to my cheek. He grabbed my wrist when both hands and twisted, causing me to scream in pain. "That was for-"

Suddenly, Alan pushed him, causing Ben to fall to the ground. "Get away from my girlfriend!" He yelled, angrily.

Ben put his hands up in surrender before running upstairs. Instead of going after him, Alan turned to me.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked, examining my wrist.

"He only twisted my wrist a bit," I answered.

Alan looked at me in disbelief. "are you alright? Do I need to get Rachelle? I think there's some gauze in the bathroom. I could-"

"Babe, it's fine, really. Just... lie down with me," I said, moving to give him space.

He lied down beside me, stroking my cheek where it hurt. "I love you."

I smiled and gave him a kiss. "Love you too."
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Sorry if this is bad mew ily