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(36) 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

A/N

Hello, babies, here's another update! I really hope you enjoy this one.

Also, stay tuned, because there's a special announcement coming at the end of this chapter!

Enjoy, my lovies.

Oh, also... *mature content warning*

C x

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Freddie

The aftermath of a heavy night of drinking and partying was the worst; the clean-up, the tending to hangovers like the good housewife I am, despite being induced with one just the same. It was just agonising, lovies, I can't tell you enough.

Alas, like always, I trudged down the stairs in my dressing gown, tightening it in preparation for the work I'd have to do. Ignorantly, I kind of hoped to myself that somebody might have woken up early and taken it upon themselves to tidy up a bit. Don't be stupid, darling, nobody would dare do a thing like that. I got up at eight that morning and nobody would know where to put anything. Or, at least, they wouldn't put anything in the right place. You'd swear Roger thought 'under the sofa' was Japanese for 'bin'.

Before I did anything though, it was only right that I'd start off the day with a cup of tea. Or a bucket. I was thirsty, okay? But aren't I always?

I was more than startled to find the kitchen not empty like it usually was, but populated with nobody but Emma, leaning against the window and gulping a glass of water. My hand flew to my chest, steadying my breath. "Emma, dear, you're as silent as a mouse." Or a snake.

"Am I?" She asked after swallowing the last gulp of water. Putting the glass in the sink, a smirk played upon her face. "Never been called quiet before." I rolled my eyes, walking passed her to the kettle. "Don't be like that, Fred, you say stuff like that to me all the time."

Chuckling, I filled the pot up, settling it down on the stove. "I think you're mistaken, dear." All the while, I was going about my regular routine as though she wasn't even there, grabbing milk, preparing aspirins, etc... "I joke with Roger about those things. Not you, dear." I filled a cup with some boiling hot water, dunking a teabag in almost immediately. A splash of milk, and a sprinkling of sugar and it was perfect. Emma was still stood at the sink, arms crossed. She clearly didn't take too well to my response. "Don't be like that, Em. Totter off back upstairs, now, I have to clean up. And I'm sure Roggie is missing you."

I had purposefully situated myself at the doorway, sipping on my tea when she followed my order. Only she couldn't fulfil it completely, as I was in the way. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face – thank God I was only slightly taller than the girl, otherwise she would've been petrified. "Just one more thing." I started. "You may call me Freddie. Only my friends get to call me Fred."

I couldn't help smugly smirk to myself as she scurried passed me with a scoff on her lips and a slight stagger to her walk. I strode into the living room with pride, catching her legs stomping up the stairs. I cringed at the noise, hoping she wouldn't wake the entire house up. I wanted to bathe in my wit on my own for a little longer.

God, how I despise that girl.

Maria

I was woken up by a door slamming upstairs. Not that I opened my eyes at all, it hurt to even squint to see anything. I counted my lucky stars and hoped that I'd just fall asleep again. I was way too comfy to get up and start the day. Besides, my head was throbbing and I was sore as all hell. The soreness was new to me, actually – I was aware that you could experience it after heavily drinking, but I'd never had that before. Therefore, I wasn't sure how the best way to deal with it was. I wasn't very lucky. Once my eyes made contact with the slightest bit of light, my brain told me it was time to get up.