Forever Indy (The Morticians Daughter Sequel) (DISCONTINUED)

Guilt

Iris

"I feel high," I mumble, lying out on the floor. Seth, Jesse, Sam and I are laying out on the floor in the middle of the parlour in a star shape. All of our heads are touching each other. 

"Me too," Jesse responds in a sleepy voice. 

"I feel content," Seth replies happily. 

"I'm starving," Sam butts in. We all look back at him.

"Way to ruin the wonderful high moment of MGMT," Jesse nudges her brother, refering to the CD I have playing. MGMT make me feel high no matter what state of mind I'm in. We had managed to get the glass up, whether it's secure or not is an entirely different matter altogether.

Jesse yawns and checks her watch, "Sam, we gotta go. Mom is wondering where the gun is."

I feel Seth grow rigid beside me, as I do.

"Gun?" Seth questions.

"Yeah, this gun," Sam says, yanking it out of his pocket.

I shriek and roll over Seth's body and continue rolling until I'm over in the corner beside Andy. That was quite the journey. 

"Sam, get rid of the gun before I pee," I tell him from behind the furry sleeping shield that is Andy. Sam puts the gun back in his pocket and stands up, pulling Jesse with him. 

"Night, guys," they say and exit the parlour.

"And then there were two," Seth says omnimously. I raise an eyebrow and point at Andy.

"You mean three."

He chuckles, "okay, three." 

There's a silence for a moment and I check my phone for the time. Five past one. Usually by now I'd be in bed with both of my Andys and watching copious amounts of youtube videos or some soppy disney movie. 

"I should head, shouldn't I? Long drive back," Seth says to me with a groan. 

I shrug, "depends if my company is boring you."

"I think your rolling shot that horse in the face as an example," he pointedly tells me. I smile. 

"You can stay on the couch in my apartment, if you want," I offer. 

He raises his eyebrow at me, "are you sure your boyfriend won't mind?"

I let out a breath, "about that, what did you do to him to make him violently hate your very existance?"

Seth shrugs, looking down at the floor, "I'm not proud of what I did. I was a kid, stupid and naive. I pretty much thought live revolved around highschool. Andy was just there, different, a target. I guess I was a complete dick to him because I thought it'd impress people," he pauses, "god, what an idiot I was." 

I nod slowly, playing with Andy's fur, "if it's anything, you seem to have changed."

Seth flicks his eyes up to me, "I hope I have." 

Ten minutes later and we're back in the apartment. I gesture towards the couch.

"That will be your steed for the night," I tell him and make my way into the kitchen, "want a hot slash cold beverage?"

"No thanks," he declines and looks around the room, "nice place." I hand him a blanket and a pillow.

"Thanks. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to retire with this lump," I nudge Andy with my leg. He seemed to be falling asleep while standing. 

"Goodnight, Iris."

I yawn and wave over my shoulder in response. While I climb into bed, I call Andy. He answers on the third ring.

"Hey babe!" he greets. I feel a pang in my gut.

"Hey you," I reply, suddenlt sounding choked up, "I miss you," I blurt out.

"I miss you too, love."

I hear the unmistakable scream of a crowd through the phone. 

I take a breath, "go back out to your fans, I know you're just in for a breather."

"Actually," he muses, "we were being bottled and decided to get our own bottle type apparatus. The guys are getting them now."

My eyes grow wide, "oh god, please don't tell me you're throwing bottles of piss at them."

Andy lets out his booming laugh, "where did you get that from? No, we're going to throw some underwear at them that was thrown at us previously."

I crinkle my nose, "I can practically smell the diseases."

Andy chuckles again, "I'll talk to you soon, okay? Love you."

"Love you too."

He hangs up and my eyes well up as I suddenly feel guilty for not telling him that his arch nemesis is staying in our flat and that I was robbed. On noticing my distress, Andy wakes and sits up - lapping my face. 

Andy plus one, check. 

*

That was so hard to write, fuck. And it was so boring, wasn't it?

Okay prepare for a speech, it's important. In the last chapter I uploaded I said it was writersblock stopping me from writing this story. And I genuinly thought it was. I think I've figured out what it really is. I've fallen out of love with this story. Usually when I write, the words flow and I enjoy writing. With this, it's different. I feel compelled to write it and I hate when I do so. I just can't get the feel of this story back. 

Thank you to all who sent me ways to get over writers block, I tried many of them. I know where the sotry is going, I just can't write it. 

So I'm thinking about putting this on hold. I'm so sorry, but if I continue writing at the way I am, it's going to become boring and suck harder than it already does.

I am so sorry.