The Thief Who Stole My Heart (Boyxboy)

Band-aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

"Ugh, I'm never drinking again." Cora groaned, her head buried in her hands. Her golden blonde hair was messy and her smudged eyeliner told me that her makeup was leftover from the night before. To her left, Angel sat quietly, looking equally exhausted.

"That's a lie." he mumbled, staring sullenly into his cup of coffee. Cora let her head fall onto the table's surface with a soft thud.

"I know." she sighed. She, Angel, Gwen, and I were seated around a small table in The Grind. The weather outside was dreary; the sky grey and the ground slick with rain. The coffee shop hummed quietly around us as we nursed our drinks. It was just after the mid afternoon rush and the rest of the customers were slowly trickling back out into the rain.

"So I'm guessing the hangovers are pretty bad." I smirked into my cup. Gwen was slouched in her chair, wearing sunglasses despite the lack of sunshine outside and the fact that she was indoors. Behind the dark lens, her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare.

"Don't talk so loudly. Actually, don't talk at all. Be less noisy. Try breathing less." she grumbled, her features fixed into a scowl. Nearby, a small child laughed loudly at something her father had said, causing Gwen to growl under her breath, "Zip it, you little gremlin."

"You love kids, Gwen." I reminded her gently.

"Not when I'm hungover." she groaned, bitterly tearing a napkin apart.

I nodded, turning in my chair to wave down Charlie from behind the counter. "We're gonna need more coffee over here."

Charlie came over with a fresh pot and a plate of muffins. She frowned sympathetically as she refilled our cups. "Looks like you guys had a big night."

"Just them, Charlie. I don't participate in that kind of delinquency." I teased, taking the muffin she offered. I had finished off the six pack by midnight the night before and promptly passed out. When I woke up that morning, Hale was still on my mind but at least I wasn't hungover.

"No, you just have one-night stands with guys you just met, you little ho." Gwen growled. Charlie gave me a surprised look but said nothing.

"You're grouchy when you're hungover, sis." I told her. "Last night you were proud of me, now I'm a ho."

"You're right. I'm sorry." she sighed, taking a long drink from her cup. "I am proud of you. It's about time you got back out there. When was the last time you got some?"

"Its, uh, its been a while." I mumbled into my coffee, my face feeling flushed.

"Wait, back up." Charlie finally spoke. "What exactly happened last night?"

"Our boy, El, got some bootay." Angel cackled deviously as he reached over to slap my shoulder.

"Did you, now?" Charlie asked, looking a bit proud.

"As much as I love talking about my sex life, can we change the subject?" I asked desperately. Cora shook her head.

"No. I was promised details. Cough it up." she demanded, suddenly seeming less hungover at the prospect of gossip.

"There's nothing to tell." I told them shortly.

"That means that there's definitely something to tell." Gwen said, watching me carefully. Her face fell and she leaned forward to ask in a quiet voice, "Was it bad?"

"It wasn't anything because he left after you guys showed up drunk at my door." I snapped, wanting to change the subject. "Kind of killed the mood."

There was a moment of silence between the five of us. Gwen, Cora, and Angel shared guilty looks before Angel finally spoke. "We're sorry, dude."