Naomi and Roman have been unlikely friends since birth, when they grow apart from Olivia's distaste, they go years without seeing each other, only to be brought back together when they've reached teenage and hormones and emotions as well as other tr...
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The next few days passed fairly quickly and after long nights awake thinking of whether to stay or go, every time my heart was telling me to go, to live my life with Roman and be there for each other, even if that meant going back to Hemlock Grove, it may not be forever, but for now it had to work.
"Morning handsome." I ruffled Roman's bed hair after pecking his cheek. I chuckled as he scrunched his nose up and fake frowned at me. "Good morning beautiful." Then he came up to me and lifted me off the ground, flinging me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I laughed as my hair tumbled down around my head and in my face, tickling my nose before he put me down on the ground once more and pecked my lips, gazing into my tired eyes for a few seconds till we both jumped at the sound of the phone alarm. "Well. We better go get our stuff and get the cab." Roman stated with a wary smile. I knew he didn't want to go back to Hemlock Grove either, but as long as we were together we'd be fine. I'd phoned Darius two days before leaving and promised I'd come back and visit him, to my surprise he was ok and hugged me, telling me he genuinely felt nothing but happiness for me which meant the world to me. We'd spent the last two days together and he was actually cool with Roman too and they got on well. And of course I'd said goodbye to my other friends and told them to come visit which they seemed pretty keen to, joking about if the guys looked like Roman they'd be straight down.
'Welcome to Hemlock Grove, please die carefully' the sign read as we entered Hemlock. The 'r' and 'v' had come away strangely to make the sign look like it read something else making me nervous as I remembered the murders of the girls that happened when I was in high school and how Shelley had been accused and shot and Letha dying, Peter leaving. The memories came floating back causing me slight dizziness as I tried to remember it was a year ago. I was soon relaxed once more when Roman places his hand on mine and gave me one if his beautiful genuine smiles and the car passed some spots we used to sneak off to and make out. Seems so long ago but also not that long ago. Though it felt surreal coming back, it felt right and apart of me settled like it never really had in New York.
Eventually the car pulled up outside Roman's new place. It was modern and neatly designed, like something from a James Bond film. It was definitely Roman's taste and for that I loved it. Once we'd taken our suitcases to the door, Roman unlocked the door but we both turned as we heard a voice we'd not heard in a while. Peter Rumancek. I immediately noticed his growth in facial hair and hair on his head too, he looked tired and older. "Nice place." He said almost awkwardly as he stood with his hands in his pockets, slightly hunched over as he stood opposite the two of us. I looked to Roman to see his blank expression as he still seemed to project hate through his eyes at Peter. Peter shifted and spoke again, "Look, I know things were bad when I split-" "Fuck you." Roman interrupted harshly. "Just, hear me out," Peter attempted. "Not interested." Roman retorted bluntly as I stood silently looking between the two. "Please," Peter pleaded. "We're done." Roman snapped firmly, his hands in his pockets. "Lynda's in jail. I need your help." Peter protested stepping closer. Roman's blank look didn't falter. "No." He simply said. "Look, be mad at me but this is Lynda we're talking about." Peter spoke in a way that tried to make Roman feel for the situation. "Sounds like she fucked up. Not my problem." Roman replied in the same tone making me look down biting my lip as I didn't really know what to do or say. Peter furrowed his brows at his response but continued, making my stomach clench. "She was always good to you. She's not gonna make it in there." "What do you want me to do about it?" Roman questioned. "I need money, to hire a lawyer." Peter said quieter as he looked down. I couldn't help but feel bad. "So you came here to beg?" Roman said in an almost teasing tone, making me wince a little. "Can you please lend me $20,000 I'll pay you back?" Peter's eyes met Roman's again and they were lining with thin tears pulling my heartstrings a bit as I watched helplessly. Roman's jaw clenched. "I always liked your mother. She baked cookies. My mother never baked cookies. I can shoot you the dough, I'm not gonna do that. I'm not giving you shit." "Maybe you forgot I saved your life." Peter retorted. "Shelley saved yours." Roman said, his voice still firm. "I think about her all the time, she might still be out there?" Peter began. "She died alone. And when Letha died," Roman began walking towards Peter. "and I needed you. You took your dick between your legs and ran off like the little bitch you are." Roman's face was angry now, his eyes squinting at Peter and lips pursed as he spoke, pointing. I couldn't help but slowly move back toward the door.
