Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ T W E L V E ✶

a/n: double update bc I'm shit at updates

"It is Gamora! She is escaping with the orb!" Nebula states dramatically onscreen as Veronica shovels another handful of mini gummy bears into her mouth. She made sure beforehand to sort out the orange and green ones for Zayn to eat as they are sickening and unfit for her tastebuds.

She's currently laid across the end of Zayn's full size bed, pigging out on an assortment of candies and junk food as the pair watch Guardians of the Galaxy. This is maybe the third time they've watched it since Zayn bought it on DVD.

Speaking of Zayn, the older boy is propped up against the headboard, seemingly not as engrossed in his movies as usual. Then again, Veronica supposes, it'd be pretty hard to pay attention to anything if your phone was vibrating on the bed with a text every thirty seconds.

"Seriously, who the fuck are you texting?" Veronica questions in annoyance, rolling over to face the irritating butthole who immediately locks his phone and tries to place it face down on the bed nonchalantly. Except he's totally chalant about it, and what the fuck is up with him? He's acting suspicious as fuck.

"It's no one," he shrugs, but the little worried dimples in his forehead give him away completely.

"Hand it over," she says, just as it buzzes again, holding her hand out like a mother to a child.

Zayn scoffs and deliberately does not do what she demands. "Mind your business."

"It is my business when it's interrupting my movie, bitch." Veronica doesn't even spare him another glance before she whips out her own phone and hits one of her speed dials.

"Hello?" Liam asks timidly from the other side of the line.

"STOP TEXTING MY BROTHER," she yells into the phone before ending the call. Veronica shoots a little smirk at Zayn's blush and rolls back over.

"How did you know–"

"I knew you guys were fucking before you started fucking. It was only a matter of time," Veronica replies without looking away from the LCD screen. "I was in denial for too long. I'm just going to have to accept that you're taking my 16 year old friend to the bone zone."

She doesn't even have to turn over to see the horrified look on her brother's face. She knows she hit a sore place with that little jab.

"Oh my god. I'm fucking a sixteen year old."

"And interrupting my movie. Now, shut the hell up!"

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It's eleven at night now, and Veronica is feeling the fuck out of her self. She's in a white Calvin Klein sports bra and panties, but she figures if she just takes pictures from the waist up, they'll be fine to post on Instagram. No one will know she's actually naked.

She makes sure her long, black waves are properly splayed across her pillow before winking her eye with a cheeky grin. She quickly posts the picture without a caption and watches as the likes trickle in. She's in the middle of watching a video of a girl curling her hair with hotdogs when her phone starts ringing.

Darling

The name flashes across the screen, and she has about half a mind to hit decline, but she's bored. As she accepts the call, she makes a mental note to change the contact name. Better yet— to delete it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby," his voice slurs from the other end. There's not a lot of background noise so he's probably not at a party, which means he's drinking in his dad's shed again. It's so like him to get trashed on a Tuesday for no other reason but to get drunk.