playdead

Chapter Twenty-Five

Belle wasn't lesbian.

But she slept well knowing that he was 6 miles away, drinking himself to sleep.

The littlest of noise, however, woke her up. Paranoid that he would find her again, somehow. Belle always told herself that he had a radar on her or something. Always able to find his sweet little angel.

Belle woke up and fluttered her eyes.

"I realized right now that...last night was so basic." Breezy said instantly.

"Really?" Belle asked.

"Yeah. Like, oh, I'm lesbian. I kiss you. Haha." Breezy sighed. "Hopefully Simon gets here soon."

"...Yeah." Belle replied.

Belle sniffed her shirt. It smelled like burnt wood.

"Well...what do we do until then?" Belle asked.

Breezy shrugged looked around the room for a second. She glanced at the radio and yawned.

Breezy got up from her laying position and turned on the radio. On it, was the rock station. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin played.

"We gotta fill this...y'know, silence." Breezy said with a monotonous voice.

"Yeah. I prefer Rolling Stones or the Black Eyed Peas but...it's whatever." Belle said slowly.

"You have shit taste." Breezy replied after a short pause.

"Whatever." Belle murmured.

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Footsteps and voices were heard outside. It was the familiar voice of Simon, Teddy, Henry, Oliver, and Chase.
Belle looked from the dirty window and saw that Chase was carrying a backpack.

"Wakey wakey, ladies! The boys are here!" Chase called outside.

Breezy got up and walked to the front door, and opened it.

"It's two in the afternoon, you fuckin' idiot." Breezy replied.

"Aye aye, calm down there, toots." Chase said. He confronted Breezy at the door. "Excuse me."

"No. Who the hell says 'toots' anymore?" Breezy argued.

"True. Never heard a soul say that recently." Chase said, admitting defeat. "Y'know what I've heard? 'Get the fuck out of the way.'"

Chase pushed Breezy from the door and entered, and tossed his backpack into the room. He had a snarky smile stretched on his face.

The rest stood confused on what to do. They looked at Breezy and in the house.

"What? Get inside!" Breezy snapped, making the rest rush into the house.

"So, how was the sleepover?" Chase asked. He was slumped on a bean bag.

"It wasn't a sleepover. And, it was fine." Breezy replied. She sat on the same bean bag.

"Oh. I brought snacks." Chase said.

He grabbed his backpack and opened it. He rummaged through it, with the loud sound of crinkling wrappers.

"Okay, so...I've got some Dunk-a-Roos, Ring Pops...uh, Lunchables for some reason...Welch fruit snacks, and that's it." Chase said.