The sight of the toilet bowl in my ensuite had become sickening. In the span of 3 hours, I had come into here approximately twenty times, mainly to dry heave, but when things came up, they came up.
“Mav? You good in there?” Aston called from his bed and I let out a retched noise before coming out. “You didn’t throw up all over your date, right?”
“No sir.” I snickered before sprinting back into the bathroom.
“That’s it, I’m getting Judith.” My roommate concluded and got up. His limp was terrible currently, he basically walked on an angle, but he was getting better slowly.
“Her name is-?” I threw up violently.
“Maverick! What in the world happened to you?” Judy, or Judith as Aston had said, hissed at me for something I had no control over.
“I d-dun-dunno. Some reaction?” I smiled before gagging on nothing.
“Go get me an Epipen. Now,” My vision was blurry all of a sudden. Footsteps ran and came back before something was jabbed into my thigh. A silent scream escaped me at the sudden sting that came with it. “Take him to his bed, Austin.”
“Judy, I can’t carry him! He’s nearly as tall as me and I have no muscle!”
“Aston can’t do it so just drag him or something!” She scolded.
“Why don’t you help me?”
“Too lazy. Ciao!”
“Non provarci nemmeno.” Austin spat and dragged me by my legs into my room. The carpet burned against my back as my shirt rolled itself up when I was dragged.
“Ugh- stoooooooooooooooooooooooooop.”
“You wanna sleep on the floor?”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”
“Too bad then. Hang on. AURIELLE!”
“AUSTIN?” Aurielle yelled, walking into the doorframe of my room from the sounds of it.
“Helfen Sie mir, diesen nutzlosen Menschen in sein Bett zu zerren.” Austin rapid fire spat out German. Three languages in one night. I only understood the Italian they spoke and the English but the German left me dumbfounded.
“Bußgeld.” His sister returned and grabbed my arms.
“Whaddya say in German?”
“Dieser Idiot.” My supposed ‘best friend’ laughed.
“I’m not an idiot!”
“No, no! I said Aurielle’s an idiot.”
“Rude!” I could see she had a fake smile on her face. I shrugged which caused her to drop me and I landed on the floor. Idiot.
With great struggle and near resignation, the van Husen siblings got me to my bed. Afterwards they bolted out. Aston then hobbled in with a cup of tea and a book. Before he could lie down though, I asked him for a book to which he agreed, taking one from my bookshelf.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” We lay in comfortable silence while we read. It was late but I had a rush of adrenaline and the fear of choking on my own vomit in my sleep keeping me awake.
“How are your dates going?” Aston asked and I turned to him.
“Cancelled on this one because of a supposed allergic reaction to cinnamon. Cinnamon, there was none in my drink at all. But aside from that, she’s nice. How are you and Aurie?”
“We’re not a thing?”
“You were making out in my room recently.”
“She initiated it.”
“And then you immediately started fighting her afterwards.”
“What can I say? I’m a gentleman.”
“Right.” I nodded and got back to reading. Book of the day was Twisted Love. So far so good. Aston was reading the dictionary. Nerd.
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Screaming match of the day, Yuka and Giselle. 6am sharp from downstairs.
“God, do girls ever calm down?” Aston groaned, putting a pillow over his ears.
“Usually it’s you who initiates the fights Mr. Hoity Toity.” I snarkily replied and now that pillow was in my face. “Not in the mood for a pillow fight right now, Mr-”
“Shut up before it’s my fist in your face.” I did as he asked and he smiled before getting out of bed. He was short, only 5’9. I was 6 foot, a whole inch taller.
“MR KENNEDY GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!” It was Geronimo and I knew he was angry. Very angry.
“Good luck buddy.” Aston saluted me and sat up in bed. I groaned and got up, slipping on a dressing gown to keep me protected from both of the colds.
“Why. Are. Yuka. And. Giselle. Fighting?” He emphasised each word with a poke to my stomach.
“I dunno! Why are you asking me?”
“They were screaming your name whilst pulling each other's hair!”
“...I stole Yuka’s dress.”
“Why the heck did you do that?”
“Austin and I were having a fashion show.” I spun around in emphasis then sasahayed off.
“Give Yuka her dress back.” Geronimo yelled and I flipped my non-existent ponytail in his face.
Once I was back in the safety of my room, I changed into my usual work clothes, consisting of cargo pants, a t-shirt and black boots. Slipping on my signature bracelet, I headed out my window, memories of the fashion show Austin and I had when we were drunk re-emerging from the back of my mind.
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Running from the scene of the crime at top speed was something I was used to doing. I’d finished my job for the day with incredible ease, -taking down an up and coming mafia boss- now I was on my way to kill someone random we were paid to kill.
“P-piss off! Ya-ya idiot!” Alarms flashed in my mind, sprinting even faster as I turned a corner, holding onto a wall as I saw Aurielle all bloodied up, looking exactly like Aston did a little less than a week ago. I listened as a string of expletives left her bleeding mouth when I scooped her up.
“Look who it is, Prince Charming himself coming to save the poor damsel in distress.” I snickered when she screamed at the sudden movement.
“Put me down!”
“Good idea.” I dropped her then grabbed my phone. “Ger, come to me.”
“Where are you?”
“You have my damned location! Aurielle’s looking a bit like Aston, if you know what I mean.”
“Crap. Okay, coming right now.”
“Great, tha-” The line went dead when I began picking up Aurielle again. “You know what? Maybe I'll just stop the bleeding for now.”
“Great job Albert Einstein!” She slowly clapped and I bowed before wrapping her up in my jacket.
Within five minutes, Geronimo was at the scene where together, we scooped up my best friend’s sister and dragged her home.
“What happened to my sister?” Austin practically screeched. She waved and grimaced.
“Dunno. Ask her.” I shrugged, going back to my room to pack my stuff since it was now the damned resting room!
“Dearest sister, whom did this to thee.” Austin spoke like Shakespeare, making me cackle from the hallway. “For thy shan’t get away with ‘tis!”
“Agreed, we’ll get 'em for ya.” I nodded and began packing up.
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