I Shot The Bad Boy | ON HOLD

wax my eyeballs

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The scene unfolds in front of my eyes, quite loudly.

Two peoples were on the bed, as the moonlight cast a light onto them, I could see that we're getting touchy. But I also noticed quite quickly, that the male didn't look Alex from the body shape. This dude, was more....thicker, while Alex was muscular but still lean as well.

I couldn't seem to remove my eyes from them, but when I snapped out of it, I think I puked inside my own mouth. Never in my entire life had I seen something that revealing. I had what many would call virgin eyes, and I intended to keep them.

Gross. I think I need to wax my eyeballs to get rid of the nasty scene.

I stood there for a while my head in my hands, and a voice echoing through my head trying to distracts my mind from the load noises they were making. But apart of me also though it was pretty funny; the fact that I came here for something that could potentially harm someone; Alex, and this is what I find.

Heck, I would've thought getting caught into a trap was more likely than this. "Guess not." I mumble out load.

Then the girl screams, and it's not a scream you would normally hear during...sexual activity. Still I don't peak.

"Why is there a girl standing in the balcony!!" She screeches, "Derek we are naked!" She points out loud enough for the whole house to hear, and I think my mouth forms a sound I deemed impossible. A laugh.

"Shît! I didn't know she was there. That's probably Alex's girlfriend or something, let's get out of here before we get our a$$ handed to us." The guy named Derek says rather calmly, although hints of panic were evident in his tone.

I feel movement as they put on their clothes, and scurry out of the room. Once I hear a door click, that's when I finally breathe. Wait, does sex smell? Probably.

Seeing as they were gone, I took this as my chance to sneak in. Well I don't think it would count as sneaking in since there's really no one I'm sneaking around, since the room is vacant, but I couldn't be considered 'walking in either.'

A lot has changed since I was last in here.

His bright blue walls were exchanged for dark grey ones, and instead of a race car bed, he had a modern black one. His walls were plain, except for a random clock that was placed ceiling, and his huge tv. Well he grew up; his personality sure didn't.

I begin to do my uncertified search of his bedroom. Looking through his dressers, I mentally prepare myself to see stuff....let's just say I didn't think I wanted to see in this life time. Or any lifetime in that case, like for example his...condoms.

Barf.

Once I reach his nightstands, I find a book, a journal. This couldn't be what my mind seemed to tell em it was, could it? The fact that I thought it was a diary is absurd, but really there was no other explanation. It had to be, but was it his?

I'm about to open it, my fingertips itching to see what he could've possibly wrote in a diary. Who knew the bad boy could be so, so....emotional? But of coarse that's just when it happens. Anytime you're at the moment of truth, the moments secrets are revealed, they don't get revealed.

I feel a hand fumble for the door knob on the outside, and quickly look around for an escape. When I realize there isn't one I stumble into a nearby closet in a hurry.

I hear footsteps against the wooden floor, and someone stumble. Peaking through the closed doors, where the crack is, I see Alex's mop of brown hair swinging in random directions. Is he drunk?

Somehow it appears that he heard me telepathically because after he mumbles something and drops down on the bed, crawling his way to the pillow to rest his head. He's definitely drunk.

I decide it's better if I get out of this room as fast as I can. I'm seriously about to suffocate under all the weight of his clothes. My neck was craning all the while peaking through the crack, and my back was bent at a ninety degree angle.

Just go to sleep.

And he does....after a while. I step my foot out slowly and tiptoe to the door. I'm even about to get the door, when I hear him moaning. I swear these boys, do they have to that in their sleep too?

"Lira."

What? Did he just.

I turn back around thinking he was awake, and I had been caught, but his eyes are still closed shut, and his mouth wasn't shooting out unnecessary comments.

"Lira." He moans again. In his sleep.

Okay, now I was almost positive, it was my name he was moaning. What was he dreaming about me?

"Bitch...Lira." He says again. Oh.

I look over at his face, as he mumbles other words I can't hear, and then slowly my eyes wander to the journal that was on his nightstand. My feel start moving in their own accord, and I'm about to reach it when-

"Lira?"

"Damnit this kid! Will he stop talking in his sleep?"

"I'm not talking in my sleep."

Oh shît!

Bonus for the extra boring chapter. Alex's ACTUAL dream.

"Lira."

A scream escaped her lips. As I backed her up against the wall. I had to do it, this was my chance. But, but I couldn't. I didn't want to, and I didn't know why.

"Alex watch out!" I'm trying to hurt her, and she's-

Someone hits me from behind with what feels like a metal pole. I stumble as the pain hits me like a bunch of bricks. I couldn't handle it. It hurt, the pain. "Ahh bîtch."

"Lira." I call out to her. I wanted her to help me. But why?

I didn't understand.

"Lira." I call her again as I feel the liquid pouring out from me. I want her to come to me.

A/N: sorry for the short chapter. It's a filler chapter heh heh 😅