Waiting For The Death Blow

3.

Simon sat, solemnly on a park bench with a cigarette between his lips. He was reminiscing about the past and the years he had spent with Robert and Lol. What were they for? He thought as he took a long drag.

He exhaled the smoke into the cold, autumn air.

"Oi, Simon, is that you?" A familiar voice called out. Simon furrowed his brow and looked to the left. "It is you, silly bugger!" The blonde man chuckled. Simon rolled his eyes. Great, he thought. It was Steven and Budgie. They came striding towards him. Steven grinned, micheviously. "What d'you want, Severin?" Simon asked, putting on a confident demeanour. "What you doing here all alone? Carol break up with you again?" Steven chuckled. Simon rolled his eyes and stubbed out his cigarette before standing up.

"Fuck off, would ya?" Simon growled, turning away. "Hey! Just a joke!" Steven tutted. "Come down to Sioux's tonight, Will ya? We're gonna celebrate with a few drinks." He smirked. "Celebrate what?" Simon asked. Steven shrugged. "Any excuse for a party right?" Budgie said, smugly. "I'll think about it." Simon dismissed, turning to walk anywhere but near them idiots.

After how Siouxsie had treated Robert, Simon was in no rush to interact with that band of halfwits. Robert. Simon thought. "Oh fuck Robert!" Simon murmured, quietly. He would go to that fucking party tonight. Robert wasn't an issue anymore. Simon didn't need him.

Simon adjusted his sleeveless leather jacket before huffing and stomping back home. He didn't want to see anyone else today. Any human reaction was just irritating him. Yet, he just couldn't realise that Robert was usually the only one that could calm his stress.
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"No, Mary! I don't want to go to your parents again. We go almost every fucking weekend!" Robert tutted, down the phone. "Well, bloody go on your own then!" Robert spat, slamming the phone down. He was sick of Mary insisting he had to do things just because she said so. He was a grown man, he thought. He could do what he wanted.

He held his head in his hands and groaned in distress. "This house is driving me mad!" He complained to no one in particular before standing up and grabbing his oversized, blue sweater from the couch and placing it on. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door. He stared out into the darkness of the early evening and sighed, before slumping down to sit on his porch.

The last few weeks had been nothing short than torture for him and he just wanted the nagging urge to see Simon to stop.

Robert glanced up from his shoes a moment and noticed a silhouette of a man walking past his house. He furrowed his brows, attempting to make out the figure. "Budgie? Is that you?" He called out. The mans head snapped in Robert's direction. "Oh! Hey, Rob. You coming?" Budgie asked as he ran his fingers through his hair. Robert had never particularly liked any of the banshees, but Budgie had, for what ever reason, become an exception.

"Coming where?" Robert asked. "Siouxsie's party." He replied. "I didn't know there was a party." Robert spoke, wondering why no one had told him about this. "Yeah! Everyones coming! You should come too." He smiled. Robert shrugged. "Maybe..." he said in thought. "Well, I'll see you there then." He waved before walking off into the darkness.

Robert stroked his chin as he thought. He really did need to loosen up. All this pressure couldn't of been good for him. He sighed before heading back inside to get dressed up. "I'll just have one drink." He told himself.
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The front door to Siouxsie's house was wide open and loud music blared from inside. Robert hesitantly made his way inside. He had been here many times before, Yet he had never seen it so busy.

The cosy house was packed to the brim with dancing bodies. Some faces he recognised, some he didn't at all. The stench of weed emanated through the air and Robert almost coughed, making his way into the lounge.