Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Nine

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>>ASHLYN'S POV<<

"Hey there, Jordan," I winced, still hunched over in pain and sighing afterwards. "Fancy seeing you here, huh?"

"Get in here," he said, pulling my bloodied sleeve, dragging me into his apartment. He shut the door behind me and I groaned as I fell to the floor, the momentum bringing me crashing to the wooden ground.

"Shit," I moaned, trying to get up.

"Shit! Sorry!" he panicked, helping me up and looking at me. "Holy fuck! What happened!" Jordan exclaimed, his face full of worry and his hair slightly messy on top of his head.

Damn. Swoooon. 

"Pete!"

"Huh?"

"What the hell happened?!" he repeated. "You look like you just got out of a warzone!"

I laughed slightly at his choice of words.

"Pete!" he scolded.

"Alright, alright, calm your tits," I winced, leaning against the wall and blowing against a piece of hair from my 'bangs.' "They tore my place down without checking if anyone was inside."

"What?! They can't just tear down a house that someone lives in!" he shouted, clearly shocked.

"It's not a house, that's the thing, it was already half blown down from a tornado a long time ago," I replied, sliding down the wall and sitting down.

"H-hey, you got any water?" I wheezed.

He immediately rushed over to the kitchen, filling a glass of water in record time and bringing it back. "Here," he said, shoving it to me.

I downed in within seconds and handed him the glass, murmuring a thank you.

"Get onto the couch, you look like you have a shit ton of cuts and splinters from what I can tell," he said, helping me up. "Your sweatshirt looks like it was a prop from Bloody Mary."

I shook my head. "I already got all the splinters out, can I just take a shower or something?" I asked.

"Yah, yah, go ahead, I got a bunch of tubes of Neosporin in the medicine cabinet," he urged me, almost shoving me to the bathroom with a change of clothes he had grabbed from his nearby bedroom. "I've got a bunch of band-aids in there too, knock yourself out."

I thanked him as I closed the door, stripping myself and relishing the warm water bathing me, although it burned throught the numerous open and clearly infected cuts around my body. Overtime, the water faded from a light bloody red to the clean water pouring out.

When I finished, I stepped out, immediately opening the medicine cabinet and taking out the box full of Neosporin. I applied it to all the cuts along my torso, arms and legs before bandaging the clearly infected ones.

I winced as I moved my legs, my muscles still aching. I wore the same undergarments, making me twitch my nose in discomfort along with the pair of sweatpants Jordan had given me.

"Now where did I put that towel..." I mumbled, shuffling through the pile of clothes that I had made, my torso still wet and bare from the shower. "Come on, come on..."

I then heard a tentative knock on the door, and I was grateful for once that Jordan didn't barge in.

"Hey, Pete? Do you have pants on yet?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, why?" I replied, not thinking much of it as I finally found the towel. "There you are."

"Good," I heard, and I suddenly heard the doorknob twitch, and immediately my eyes widened, panicking.

Just as the door opened, I managed to throw the towel up in front of me, covering my torso and my face, my hair out of sight.

"Dude! What the hell?! Get the fuck out, would you?!" I immediately blabbed, unsure of what to do next, just hoping that Jordan hadn't seen anything before the towel came up.

"Woah, Pete, sorry, I guess. Just needed to get the toothpaste, that's all," he mumbled, clearly sounding embarrassed. "Sorry. By the way, we're having pizza."

When I heard the door click shut, I sighed loudly and dropped the towel, immediately locking the door before sliding down onto the floor.

"Damn it, Jordan, you make my life so fucking risky," I whispered, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

When I had left the bathroom, my hair blown dry and in disguise, I walked out carefully and peered into the living room, finding Jordan settle a pizza box down onto the table in front of the TV.

I walked in, nodding at him slightly as he sunk into the couch.

"Got combo since I don't know what you like," he said nonchalantly, flipping through the channels. "That cool?"

I nodded before Jordan set the remote down and opened the box, taking a large slice from it. I followed shortly after, almost moaning from the taste as I took a bite.

Just like every other night I had spent here, I offered him a small 'goodnight' before leaving to the guest room. I opened the window immediately, taking in the fresh air.

I relaxed for a bit before turning my head towards Adam's apartment's direction naturally, not expecting to see him, except, I did.

I perked up immediately, watching him turn his gaze towards me, his stance perking up as well. I lifted a tentative hand towards him and he returned it. Immediately, I ducked into the room and shut the window, leaving the guest room.

"I'll be right back!" I shouted, not waiting for Jordan's response. That was definitely Adam. I thought, leaving the apartment and racing across the silent hallway, only to run into a body when I turned the corner.

I squealed, although whoever it was caught me. "Ash!"

I looked up, only to be greeted with Adam. "Adam!"

I wasn't very sure what to do, I mean, we weren't technically in a relationship, but then again, we did have sex.

He stood there awkwardly. "Um, how are you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Hold the fuck up. Aren't you supposed to be in Europe or something?"

He shrugged. "I bailed. Faked that I was sick and told my mom they should go without me. But, what are you doing back here? You weren't here after that day we spent together."

"House got torn down and now I'm living with Jordan again," I sighed. "Hey, could we go to your apartment?"

He nodded, holding out his hand. I tentatively took it, uncertain if I should. He just laughed and we walked together to his place.

Immediately when we closed the door, he lifted me quickly and pushed my back against it. A gasp escaped my lips while my hat fell off from the impact. 

Adam attached his lips to mine, his hands still holding me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"It's been a few days and I've been feelings lonely again," he mumbled against my lips. "Care to help?"

I smirked, my eyes still closed. "My pleasure."

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