Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Simon Bellamy- Alisha (a)

Misfits One Shot

Your metallic bucket scraped across the riverside concrete and your shit picking trowel hung heavily in your hand as you and Simon scoured the community centre ground centre for piles of poop to liberate from the floor.

"If people could just pick up after their pets, we wouldn't be out here scraping the crusty shit up off the floor. Lazy, selfish bastards." Simon locked a fresh pile in his sights and promptly slopped it into his bucket.

"If I didn't try to set fire to somebodies house and you didn't try to break into a flat to get money for drugs we wouldn't be here. If people picked up after their dogs, we would probably just be doing something else that we didn't want to be." It was far too hot; the wire handle of the bucket was starting to hurt your hands and the trowel was not causing you any other problems except your unwillingness to hold it. "We should probably take a break, have something to drink, we wouldn't want to succumb to some sort of heat exhaustion." You and Simon sat your buckets down far from the graffiti carved table at which you had decided to rest your feet.

"I'm sure the rest of our time being slaves to the community will just fucking fly by. There's always worse things we could be doing anyway, we get to be outside and it stops us from getting into any more trouble."

"Alisha has... she's asked me out for a drink after our service ends on Friday." Simon stared out with wide eyes over the river.

"Don't look so glum about it, how did you manage to get a date with Alisha of all people?"

"It doesn't matter, the point is I can't go."

"What do you mean you can't go? I doubt you have other plans and even if you did I don't think any of them are really equal to that, I'm sure they can be rearranged."

"I can't go because... I don't know, she's just so far out of my league we might as well be playing a different sport. No, it must be a joke of some sort and it's all just a set up so the rest of you have something to laugh about." He quickly stood from the bench and picked up his bucket in a swoop.

"Simon, come back! It isn't a setup I promise!" You shouted but he did not listen.

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Written by Aaron.