Just the three of us...

Chapter 6 Mel

The loud roar of Avenged Sevenfold blasting from my phone jerks me out of an awesome dream involving chocolate cake. I groan and hit snooze. Next to me my girlfriend snuggles into my side. I play with one of her long blonde dreadlocks, gently pulling it as I wrap it around my finger. Rosie moans a little and pushes her naked groin up against my thigh.

"Mel.....that feels so good......how long til you have to leave for work?" she peeks at me through a half closed eye, grinding a little more.

I answer her with a chaste kiss to the lips. As I pull away she rolls on top of me, pulling my arms above my head and holding tightly around my wrists. Her dreads fall around us both as she leans down and kisses me harder. Our tongues touch, gently molding to one another, and a sigh of contentment escapes from me as Rosie plants little kisses down my neck, down the Celtic cross tattoo which runs down between my breasts and down my stomach, continuing her little wet pathway down until she's between my legs. This is all I ever wanted, a beautiful girl to wake up next to every morning, who gave amazing head. Stupid M Shadows cuts through the moment again, and we both groan. I tap the phone again.

"Sorry babes, but I really have to get up this time." Rosie raises her head and pouts, my wetness glinting on her lips. I slip out of her hold and pull on a vest and sweats so I don't give Tag another heart attack walking to the bathroom naked.

"Well have you at least got anything to eat for breakfast here?" Rosie leans back against my headboard, still pouting.

"Probably not, but we could always stay at yours one night if your kitchen is better stocked than ours..." I tease. Rosie flushes and chews on her bottom lip. "How come we never go there, anyway? There's no way it could be worse than this shitty flat."

"Um...." Rosie clears her throat nervously "We...er....we can't go there because my boyfriend is there...." she trails off.

"What?!" I exclaim dryly. I swallow hard, feeling slightly dizzy.

"I'm so sorry! Honest Mel, when we met I had split from him and I thought you and me would be just like a hook up...." she pulls the sheet around her and scoots to the edge of the bed. "But then he...I don't know! He was real apologetic and we had so much history, and the apartment is in both our names, and we just....I'm so sorry Mel. I really like you but I'm still in love with him."

"Get the fuck out of my house you fake ass bitch!" my voice raises at the end, hot tears prickle my eyes but I refuse to let her see me cry. Rosie quickly gathers her clothes from where we'd flung them off last night, and ties back her hair. 

"I really didn't mean to hurt you Melly." she tries to touch my arms but I flinch back from her hand. She sniffs, eyes wet. "I hope we can maybe still be friends?"

"IF YOU THINK I'M EVER GONNA TALK TO YOU AGAIN YOU'RE DUMBER THAN YOU LOOK! GET YOUR STUPID FAKE CUNT OUTA HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU THE FUCK OUT!!" my throat burns, but I feel slightly better as I watch her jump at my outburst. She finishes pulling on her boots as she backs out of my bedroom. A few seconds later I hear the front door bang shut. My knees give and I slide down the wall to the floor and let the tears fall. Two months I had given to Rosie. Her big brown eyes and perfect pink lips had sucked me in and now I felt chewed up and shit out. 

Once I'm all cried out I pull myself up and walk down to Tag's room. I knock and open it, only to find his bed empty. Fuck, he's already at work, I'd forgotten he was working the breakfast shift this week. I sigh deeply and make my way to the bathroom, pulling off my clothes as I go, leaving them on the floor where I drop them. A hot shower helps a little, but I can still feel fury raging through my veins. I hurry to dress, pulling on the same ripped jeans I was wearing yesterday, an over sized Black Sabbath hoodie and lastly slip my bare feet into my beat up Doc Martens. I need to find Tag and rant about this little bitch. 

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I pull up to the hotel and spot Tag's signature flattened mohawk and chefs whites lurking by the fire door where we go to smoke. His tattooed arms are gesticulating while he's talking to someone I can't see. As he moves back I see it's the new cleaner, Smiler the kitchen staff had nicknamed her. Normally she's the opposite, looking like someone shit in her cereal, but with her eyes on Tag her face is all smiles. Trust Tag to try and pick up the new girl. I park my beat up Ford and sit watching them for a minute. Tag spots me and waves, grin plastered on his face. I love the dude to death but he's a bigger flirt than anyone I've ever met. His laid back attitude and ability to be able to talk to anyone means no matter how many more holes he put into his body or how much ink he covers his skin with he never comes across as unapproachable like some people would. The girls always swoon at his feet. I just really need to talk to my best friend alone after the shit I've been through this morning, I can't be dealing with anyone else right now. 

"Hey babes! You good?" Tag pulls me in for a hug. "This is Alice." he gestures towards her. "The new chamber maid." 

She smiles and quietly says hi offering her hand. I glare at her for a second before turning my back to her.

"I really need to talk to you Tag. Alone." I hear the fire door close behind me. Tag scowls.

"Why did you have to be such a bitch? You on the rag again, Mel?" he smirks, and pulls himself up on top of the bin where he likes to sit. 

"Nope." I reply, popping the p. "But I did just discover that Rosie has a fucking boyfriend." My voice breaks on the word, and my eyes fill with tears again.

"Shit! Babes, I'm sorry." Tag holds his hand out and I allow him to pull me into his chest again. He gently strokes the shaved side of my head and waits patiently until my tears stop. I sigh and turn to lean the back of my head against his chest, looking out at the car park. He rests his arms round my shoulders, chin on top of my head, hands hanging down in front of my chest and I trace round the grinning skull tattoo on the back of his right hand. "So I'm guessing that's why she never took you to hers, huh?" I nod. "What a cunt." I nod again smiling slightly. I feel him press his lips against the top of my head. "Well it's her loss, you're fucking awesome."

I pull away from him and pull my pack of cigarettes out, finding the tightly rolled blunt nestled amongst the filtered tips. As I breath out a plume of smoke I feel slightly more relaxed. 

"So what's with you and Smiler?" I offer Tag the joint and the edge of his lips turns in smile as he holds the draw in his lungs for a beat. 

"Alice." he corrects. I roll my eyes. "She's actually pretty cool. Her dad sounds like a bit of a dick though, she's had to make up a lie to be able to work here."

"Poor little rich girl having to hide working with the rest of us fucking plebs." Tag scowls again and takes the joint back from my fingers.

"She's not like that. Honestly she's cool, kinda nerdy but really down to earth. Give her chance?" he smiles sweetly at me, dimples and all. I push his shoulder and roll my eyes again."

"Whatever, dork."