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fiftyshadesgrl · 5 years

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Wrecked

I sit shivering from fear and cold, my clothes dripping from the freezing rain outside. I have heard about negan and the saviors but had never ran into them. I had been alone since my boyfriend abandoned me, how long was it, six months, a year. I had no idea all i knew is it was spring when we were cornered in that gas station by walkers and now it was winter.

Jake, my boyfriend at the time said the gas station looked safe, but nothing ever is safe these days. I followed him to get supplies and luckily this place hadnt been raided yet. We split up, i go for canned foods, water and medical supplies, jake goes for ammo and weapons.

I heard the walker outside, i ducked and waited until i thought it was clear. Turns out more made their way to us. Jake turned the corner just as i was closing my bag, he signaled for walkers outside. I nodded and crawled across the floor away from the walkers sights. I stood next to jake, "we cant go out the front way." Jake nodded and signaled towards a exit in the back,, i nodded and followed him.

Jake turns a corner, the big exit sign in sight. Jake turns the knob and i cringe as it squeaks loudly. He opens the door just a crack to make sure its clear then opens it all the way. Everything seemed to blur then. A walker grabbed jakes arm, the walkers arm detached as jake slammed the door back shut.

I heard glass breaking and bodies hitting the floor. I looked around and seen the managers office and rushed towards it, twisting the knob and thank god it was unlocked. "Jake! Over here!"

He lets go of the door and runs to where i am. I see the walkers coming in from where jake just stood. I slammed the door and slid the lock in place. The walkers started pushing and banging on the door, jake used all of his weight and pushed against the door.

"(Y/n) help me hold the door." I pushed all my weight against the door, didnt seem like it did much good from the way the hinges were creaking with every push. We looked desperately for a way out, not seeing anything in my sight that would help us i followed jakes gaze to the heat duct above the desk. "Think we could reach it?" I say as the door shook violently.

He looks me deeep in the eyes, "i can for sure."

I nodded, "okay you go first while i hold the door then you pull me up."

He shook his head, "theyll get in before i could reach you."

"What do we do then? We cant just stay in this room." I say trying to hold back the tears.

He leans towards me and kisses me, "i love you." He whispers agaainst my lips.

"I love you too." I say knowing this would be our last kiss. Suddenly jake lurches forward jumping up on the desk and pulling the cover to the duct off. "What are you doing?" I yell as the door gives way more.

He shrugs, "survival of the fittest. Ill miss ya." He climbs into the duct, leaving me behind.

"You son of a bitch!" I scream. I check to see how many bullets i have left in my handgun, just one. If those damn things wanted a meal they aint getting me alive. I look over at the file cabinet and decide to fight for my life.

I made a quick lunge for the file cabinet and push it, i seen the door giving way but i had to do something. I push and it tilts, i push with all my sttength and huff out a breath as it falls over just as the doors hinges give. I jumped up on the desk and jump towards the opening of the duct, almost damn it. The door begins to break more, a walker is halfway through. The pack on my back is making it hard to jump so i open it, grab a water bottle, a first aid kit and a can of spam.

The walker is crawling through as i make one last attempt to jump. I jump and get a grip inside the vent. I pull with all my strength, i have my upper body laying inside the vent as the walker grabs my boot. I kick franticly but its grip is relentless. I grab my handgun from my belt and shoot the walker in the head. Throwing the gun down as i pull myself the rest of the way into the vent.

I lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath. I can hear the walkers below scratching and clawing trying to get to the vent, thankfully i know they cant. After that day i have been on my own, i never found jake even if i did id probably kill him for leaving me.

I sit now in a room that reminds me of a interrigation room at a police station, but at least it was dry and warm. The man who now sat in front of me his name was simon, his 60's porno mustache stood out to me and thats how i remembered his name. "So little lady, where are you from?"

I look up confused, this wasnt the question i had been expecting. He shook his head, "what i mean is what group are you from."

I shake my head, "im not with any group."

He leaned forward in his chair and intertwined his fingers. "Dont lie to me, its better if you just tell me before the main man gets here."

"Im not lying. Ive been on my own for months." I say shivering, i hear a door open and a tall dark haired man wearing a leather jacket walked in. He swung a barbwired covered bat around as he whistled some kind of tune.

He took in my appearance and nudged simon with his elbow, "simon, be a gentleman and get the lady a blanket." Simon didnt hesitate, he stood and left the room when he came back in he handed the man the blanket and exited the room. He walked over towards me and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, i clutched it and shrunk into it getting all the warmth i could.

He walked back around the table and sat down, "whats your name doll?" He asked, i couldnt help the way his voice warmed me on the inside.

"(Y/n)" my teeth had stopped chattering and my toes and fingers strated to get the feeling back in them.

He smiled and nodded, "im negan." I felt the fear creep back up my spine at the mention of the name i had heard so much of. He chuckled, "i take it youve heard of me."

I nodded, theres no reason to lie because what have i got to lose. "Yeah quite a bit actually."

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. "Whats a pretty little thing like you doing all alone out in this cold?"

"I have nowhere to go." I say matter of factly.

Negan furrows his brow, "of course you do. If youve heard of me then youve heard of the sanctuary, you couldve always come here. How long have you been on your own?"

I shrug, "i dont really know 6 months to a year. I dont even know what month it is."

"Its december." He says handing me a bottle of water, i down it in a matter of seconds. "How long since you have ate?"

I place the bottle down on the table gently, "three days ago." He nods then goes to the door, he ls talking to someone. He shuts the door a moment later then sits back down in the chair across from me.

"What group were you with? Whyd you leave?" He crosses his leg to where his ankle is resting on his knee.

"I wasnt with a group. It was just me and my boyfriend for a while. Then we got cornered one day and he chose to save his own ass and left me behind. I got out though thankfully. Ive been on my own ever since." Theres a knock on the door and negan goes to answer it, he comes back holding a tray of food. My stomach rumbled at the smell of whatever it was, he placed it in front of me. There was various vegetables, soup, and bread. I dug in immediately and negan just sat and watched.

He waited til i was done to ask anything else. "Howd you survive all this time?"

I leaned back, having a full stomach and being warm made my eyelids heavy. "I kept low, stole when i absolutely had to and stayed away from walkers."

He laughed, "thats a real fuckin woman there. Well let me be the first to welcome you to the sanctuary. You can stay as long as you like. Come with me cause i know youre in desperate need of a fuckin shower."

"No shit." I chuckle under my breath, he laughs again as he leads me upstairs to a magnificent bedroom.

"Everything youll need is in the bathroom there. Ill have you some clean clothes on the counter before you finish." Why was everyone so scared of negan? He was portrayed as a monster, a blood thirsty psyco who would kill someone if they looked at him the wrong way. This wasnt the negan that was standing before me. I feel like i can trust him. Will it come back to bite me in the ass? Only time will tell.

To be continued.......

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yourjughead · 7 years

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Speak

Requested: Archie x artsy,shy,quite reader.

Pairings: Archiexreader

Warnings: fluff, idk if there's swearing but maybe

A/N: this is cute.

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3rd POV “Town with pep?” “Trust me yn, you're going to love it here, have a good day at school!” your mom smiled, meeting your eye in the rearview mirror. You didn't want to move but yet you found yourself hoping out of the back seat of the battered Ford Focus. Archie pov “Hey bets who's that girl?”

“Oh yn? She’s new, showed her around this morning, she doesn't speak much...or at all” Betty shrugged and joined Veronica on the couch opposite from me. Hmm. Yn pov Id spent the whole day avoiding eye contact and conversation with numerous people. This is the town with pep but all the town with intense curiosity.

I’d made it the end of my first school day, just my favourite class left. Art. Yay.

I walked into the clearly underfunded art room and was greeted by the smell of acrylic paint. Bliss. Through all the turbulence in my life a consistency had been the inconsistency of art. Beautiful.

I sat down the back and hunched over my sketch book trying to make myself as small as possible, specialty of mine. Don't want to be seen or heard. Bliss. A glint of beautiful fire red hair caught my eye causing me to lazily gaze up to find a tall, athletic guy in his letterman jacket in front of my work bench.

“Umm hi...yn right? I know you're new and I'm not trying to be rude but I kinda usually sit there….” He seemed genuinely sorry, that's refreshing. I could feel my hands begin to tremble at the unplanned social interaction. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

“But you can sit there next to me, my buddy Jughead switched electives so it'll be nice to have someone to talk to” the red head beamed at me...well he isn't going to get much chat out of me that's for sure.

Without a word, I moved my things over one space and return to my doodle of a little alien in a space ship. If only he could take me with him.

“Aw that's so cute” his voice caught me off guard. If i keep ignoring him, he'll go away. Hopefully?

“So are all the girls where you're from this cold or?” He laughed

“Well it was Northern Alaska so…” I deadpanned and he looked at me confused. He doesn't get my sarcasm, fabulous.

A slow smile grew on his stupid adorable face and I found my plain stupid face mirroring it. Shit.

“Oh sarcasm? My bud Jughead would like you” I bit my lip and quickly return to my drawing as class begins around me. We spent the next few weeks like that, him making jokes and being sweet to me while I just nodded and smiled in returned. It got to the stage where I think he thought I didn't speak any English. Sometimes it felt as if I had no English. Archie, or Arch as he insisted I call him...won't be doing that, had demanded I spend lunchtime with himself and his friends. I was quietly grateful, quiet being the key. I liked them, they didn't push for conversation too much after awhile. He was so sweet to invite me so openly into his group, I got the sense, especially from that Jughead guy, that that didn't happen to often.

“So will you do me yn?”

“Uhh wait what?” I was snapped out of my daze.

“We have to do partner work...is it okay if we're partners” ah partner work, almost as awful as group work. Who thinks of these things. I nod in reply.

Archie whips out a large sketch pad and busily gets to work as I watch him. He glances up every now and then and it as at that moment I realised he's drawing me. Badly. Really badly.

I couldn't help but laugh at the jock. Red rose to his cheeks.

“I know, I know I can't do your beauty justice, I'm much better at clay I swear” he laughs.

“It's okay" I allow my voice barely above a whisper. My voice startling us both.

“I could be trying this all day, you should just make a start” he offered before leaning too hard on the pencil, breaking it. I cringe to the sound.

“Oh sorry! Id do the same if you popped a football ((American football all my fellow Europeans)) in front of me” he grinned. Stupid adorable face. I sheepishly start to draw the jock and it is only then I realise just the Adonis I have had before me all this length of time. He's perfect, in every sense of the word, with features that are perfectly proportioned. His little jokes all the way through as he mangles the drawing of me makes me smile and I hate it. He's perfect. I finally finish and reluctantly turn the page so Archie can see.

“Wow” he glances between me and the drawing. My turn for red to rise in my cheeks.

“I especially like the little green alien in his spaceship at the top” he chuckles. Shit I forgot I doodled on this, ugh he thinks I'm an idiot. Before I could continue the mental defamation of my work as usual, it was whipped from my hands by the teacher and held up for all to see. Shit. This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening. Oh God oh God. Archie could tell I was uncomfortable, offering a gentle smile and a warm hand on my knee. PANIC STATIONS! The teacher begins to go about explaining all the things I've done right in my drawing as I waited for her to start the criticism that never came. I'm going to collapse. This is my end. I jet off out the door past the teacher and into the empty halls before my mind could catch up with my body. After walking...running some distance from the classroom I throw myself against some lockers before sliding down them to reach the floor. Tucking my knees to my chest I bury my face in them. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I feel a familiar warmth next to me as I look to find Archie there. “Hey yn…i just thought I'd come look for you” yup he definitely thinks I'm an unstable idiot.

“I really like your drawing of me”

“I really like drawing you” I let slip, instantly squeezing my eyes shut in regret. Whyd I say that?! Why?! He chuckles softly at me.

“you can draw me any time you want...Maybe I need an art tutor….would you do it? I'll teach you then how to sculpt with clay, my forte” my turn to laugh at him. I give a low nod and he grins to me.

“You don't talk much” I squeeze my eyes shut again to this. I knew it, he thinks I'm a weirdo. ((resisting all urges to go into Juggy lil monologue)) “That's okay too, I guess people might say we don't really know each other much….id like to get to know you though yn...I mean if that's okay” I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

“I'll take that as a yes…Ms.Houston said we didn't have to go back to art unless you want to...we could go for a walk around campus if you'd like?” “Okay” I say louder than a whisper. “Oh so you do have a voice?” He laughs and I look away. “Maybe then we can go to Pops or something?” “Sure” “Oh wow I've gotten 5 words out of you, new record” he bumps me playfully with his shoulder. “Yanno yn I saw you on the very first day way before art class and I knew I wanted to be around you more, I just knew you'd be important in someway…...I really like you yn, and I know you don't talk much and like I said, people...or even you might say I don't know much about you but yet I feel like I do? I don't know” I could feel him hesitate but I wanted more than anything for him to keep speaking. I glance back at him and he takes it as a sign I want him to continue. Good. “I know what and how you draw and I see all your little reactions to things around you, your sly sense of humor that anyone else would miss but I hear...I hear you even though you don't speak much…. and i guess I know you better than if we talked for hours because of that..... Don't get me wrong, I'd still eventually like to talk to you for hours” his soft voice was encouraging in every way.

“I want to talk to you for hours too…”

“So...do you like me too? I mean as maybe more than that weird dude in art who doesn't stop talking” I laugh to this and he knows I mean yes. He knows this because he knows me. “Oh thank God.” He sighs in relief throwing his head back against the locker. “Maybe we could skip strolling campus grounds and just go straight to pops’” I offer. “Oh my God shut up you're talking the ear off me you're such a chatterbox” he jokes as I shove him. He's perfect. He's bliss.

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Much love Xx

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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Its a lonely ass place already when i know damn well that no one else deserves me.

No one other than me.

Damn, my self esteem was high-ish before I met him.

At least to the point of, "You're fun, but I will leave to find someone I genuinely love."

I was less afraid back then, since I cared less

I saw him as just, geeky Patrick. Or well, Immature Patrick. The kind that never really made a move, showed any sort of emotional range other than nervousness and irritation most of the time, and couldn't even plan a date.

And when I was finally thinking, "I'm having sex with a guy who lacks stamina, nuts in six seconds, and doesnt exactly do much for me in terms of any actual emotional stimulation.... Yeah, i could find this in any random creep sliding in my DMs, and they'd probably last longer, too. So, i should just tell him I'm done, and either he offers a resolution, or i leave."

It wasn't an ultimatum, i did 100% intend to just leave him and go back to internet dating.

But surprisingly, it worked.

Sex got better. Way, way, better. Communication was easier. Got to be more vulnerable with him, without fearing that I'd get no response at all. We went out more on actual dates, both big and small. (Big as in traveling into the city or to his collegetown to meet his buddies.... Small, as in a night of mcdonalds, and then promptly seeing how many times we can make his bed creak and shake all in a single night together.)

And now, it's kinda back to a place that I can't even call Square One.

Its gone from "i feel terrible, lets dm this random guy i ogled at once or twice", to "hes cool," to "hes literally a trainwreck.... but fuck it, hes still an interesting person to hang and bang, just, clearly not living to my expectations."

To "oh cool, we bang a lot, we hang a lot.... lifes great", to "oh no.... we bang a little too much and hang a little too much... of all the people to catch feelings for, its gotta be the dipshit that doesnt know how to reciprocate it?"

To "things are OVER", to "nvm we friends again and just hanging.... what if we.... stared at the water... and you put your arm around me as we hung out.... haha just kidding.... unless?....."

To "oh look, a stable relationship with my favorite person. we hang out when we feel like it, talk things out, and we click really well."

......

And now several shitty breakups and moments of straight up abusive situations or verbal asswhoopins later, here we are.

I don't really like the idea of us being strangers, but, it kinda feels like it.

Not a huge fan of that.

......

Not sure where my self esteem is standing.

The more i write, the better i seem to feel, since i feel closer to understanding. To getting a resolution. Good things.

.....

I don't know, yet. I just can't... keep doing this. If he wanted to resolve things, he wouldve. But he told me himself that even if there was a resolution, he didnt want to find one. He simply gave the fuck up, and then wants to have his cake and eat it too.

You cant toss me out and admit that im nothing, and expect me to be perfectly fine with that?

You literally slam dunked a perfectly fixable relationship into the fucking garbage over your ego and lack of faith in improving anything for us. You got me fucked up. And then oh, watch you cry or make sad tweets about it, when you chose to give up yourself. Watch you oh so suddenly want to keep a gift that you sure as hell didnt cherish or appreciate enough to not break up with me, but you sure the fuck want it NOW, to go "but its my favorite gift! its so sentimental to me!"

Our relationship was even more sentimental than the shiny piece of paper i gave you, whyd you toss that out and not the gift, then, huh?

No one's gonna give you a pat on the back for purposely setting things up for failure with no effort on your part to improve things, you little shit.

....

Yeah.

Alright.

I'll just listen to some music. Peace out.

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ktrsss1fics · 7 years

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Cheeseburger in Paradise: Five.

What’s the best way to cure a hangover?

For some, it’s a marathon sleep session and a few gallons of red Gatorade.

For others, it’s an early morning run around the block and a fresh smoothie before a few hours of yoga.

For Georgina Ferguson, it was getting on a boat at eight o'clock in the morning after four hours of sleep and a small piece of avocado toast.

Her head was throbbing. Her stomach was in knots. And the sound of a certain boy’s laugh was about to send her over the edge. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and wake up when the sun was starting to set and the little hole in the wall started to make their obnoxiously delicious jerk chicken kebabs.

But she agreed to go parasailing.

At the time it was suggested, it seemed like a good idea. As soon as Brittany jumped on her bed earlier that morning to wake her up, Georgina realized it was not.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Brittany asked nudging her gently.

“If he doesn’t stop with that fuckin laugh, I’m feedin’ ‘im to a shark.” Georgina grumbled.

“Oi, give 'im a break. He’s having fun.” Brittany said looking over at their Irish friend.

“Well he should do it somewhere else.” Georgina said burying her head in her hands.

“Did you really drink that much last night?” Brittany asked scanning Georgina’s face.

Georgina lowered her sunglasses and shot her best friend a dirty look. The dark rings under her puffy eyes spoke for themselves.

“What do you remember?” Brittany asked knowing that look all too well.

“I don’t know.” Georgina mumbled putting her glasses back into place.

“C'mon G.” Brittany said rubbing Georgina’s thigh lovingly.

“You got me up at the arse crack of dawn and put me on a boat that will most likely be covered in my stomach lining by the end of the day.” Georgina groaned. “And now you want me to open up to you about a night I don’t remember. Where is the love Brittany Anne, hmm? Where is the love?”

“You really don’t remember anything?” Brittany asked sounding disappointed.

“Ehhh…” Georgina replied.

Did she remember anything? Yes. She did.

Was she willing to admit it? No. Not at all.

Because if she did, then she would have to admit that she let Niall Horan kiss her and get away with it.

And that was not something she was willing to admit. At least not before she had time to over analyze every decision she had made the night before.

“Keith threw up by the pool.” Georgina said after playing with the idea of being honest.

“And the driveway.” Brittany added feigning disgust.

“Um there is a plant called the love tree and it has heart shaped leaves.” Georgina rattled off trying to play it cool.

As soon as those words left her lips, she felt a pair of eyes land on her. She refused to acknowledge the boy who they belonged to. She knew why he was looking but hadn’t realized he’d been listening.

“Excuse me, what?” Brittany asked confused.

“Yeah um I don’t know its like real name but apparently there is a real plant that has leaves that look like hearts.” Georgina shrugged trying to explain her new found knowledge.

“You’re such a fuckin weirdo babe.” Brittany laughed.

“You asked what I remembered and that is something I remembered.” Georgina said.

“How is that even something you remember?” Brittany shook her head.

“I don’t know.” Georgina said. “I just do.”

Regretfully, Georgina looked up. An appreciative smile graced the lips of a boy she was trying her best to ignore. She focused her eyes back on the floor. She didn’t have time for boys like him.

“Do you remember anything else?” Brittany asked hoping to get more information out of her friend.

Georgina let out a sigh. “Nope.”

Brittany scooted closer before lowering her voice. “So you don’t remember someone kissing you?”

“How do you know about that?” Georgina narrowed her eyes at her friend.

“I saw it go down. Wait, you remember that happening?” Brittany said with an excited grin.

“Yeah but I wasn’t going to admit it to you.” Georgina mumbled embarrassed.

“You like him.” Brittany said reading between the lines.

“No I don’t.” Georgina scoffed.

“God just sit on his face already Fergie. We all know you want to.” David’s voice croaked cheekily as he sat down beside her.

“For fucks sake.” Georgina grumbled as she pulled her knees towards her chest in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks.

She really just wanted to throw herself off the boat. She didn’t care how far out they were. She didn’t care if fish or sharks or Ursula was waiting for her beneath the surface. She just wanted something to completely swallow her up.

“David Allen!” Brittany said scolding him.

“What?” Dave whined childishly.

“You can’t say shit like that.” Brittany whispered before glancing across the boat. Niall was trying his best to act like he hadn’t heard what was said. But his blushing cheeks were hard to miss.

“Like he doesn’t know already.” Dave said placing a hand on Georgina’s knee. “This one’s just playing hard to get.”

“Will you knock it off?” Brittany sighed. “We said we wouldn’t meddle.”

“Yeah but she’s into him. Why can I just help her realize it?” David said gently.

“Telling me to sit on someone’s face and coaxing me into realizing I have nonexistent feelings are two different things you twat.” Georgina sassed.

“And if she has feelings for him, it’s none of our business.” Brittany said giving her boyfriend a dirty look. “We talked about this.”

“Well excuse me sorry for trying to help.” David said before standing up. Both women shot him dirty looks. “I can tell I’m not wanted over here. I’ll just go talk to Keith instead.”

“Yeah brilliant idea.” Brittany said before turning to her friend. “Georgie–”

“I don’t have feelings for him or at least I don’t think I do.” Georgina said softly. “The kiss was just confusing and it caught me off guard.”

Brittany just nodded. “That’s okay G.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me. I’m usually so sure with my feelings - especially when it comes to him.” Georgina explained. “But after yesterday, I just don’t know. I mean I still want to strangle him but I am kind of starting to enjoy looking at him.”

“And that’s perfectly normal.” Brittany smiled.

Georgina opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She knew what Brittany was going to say. Niall was not Marcus. He was Niall and that made him better in every single way.

“You don’t have to have things sorted out right now.” Brittany said.

“I know.” Georgina sighed. “Haven’t really processed it all.”

“He’s scared of you.” Brittany said with a smirk.

Georgina looked across the boat to find Niall in a conversation with Dave and the boys. She slid her sunglasses on top of her head before turning her attention to Brittany.

“When he went to the bar after he kissed you, I ran into him. He was too scared to give you the drink.” Brittany explained. “He asked me to do it.”

“Why didn’t you?” Georgina asked. “I mean I could have used a little pep talk after it.”

“Sometimes you’ve got to let the people you love do things on their own.” Brittany shrugged.

Georgina rolled her eyes before putting her glasses back on. “Fuck, I’m too hungover for that shit Britt.”

“It’s true.” Brittany laughed at Georgina’s dramatics.

“When did you become a fucking Hallmark card?” Georgina asked.

“Oh stop. You know I’m just looking out for the two of you.” Brittany placed her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“You should be looking out for that boyfriend of yours.” Georgina said still disgusted by David’s comment.

“I can’t believe he bloody said that to you.” Brittany sighed. “I am so sorry.”

Georgina rested her head against Brittany as a comfortable silence fell between them. The early morning sun was dancing across the water as they continued to head to the middle of ocean. Her eyes wandered around the boat before landing on the group of boys in the corner. Dave was going on about a part of the night she hadn’t remembered and Niall was eating up every second of it.

She didn’t understand how he was doing it. He had consumed twice the amount of alcohol that she did yet he was walking around like almost fully functional human being. How was he acting like nothing happened? She didn’t know. She did know that his laugh was going to do her head in.

Georgina felt her best friend shift from beneath her.

“Wanna ride with me?” Brittany asked softly.

“Yes.” Georgina said. “Please.”

“I need a break from Dave.” Brittany said with a sigh. “Who says that shit this early?”

“It’s okay B. He was just trying to be funny.” Georgina said reassuringly.

“He doesn’t even like when I do that to him. Why would he assume that Niall would want you to do that?” Brittany said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Unless they’ve discussed it.”

“And if that’s the case, I do not want to know.” Georgina cringed picturing the boys talking about any of the girls that way.

“How was the – you know?” Brittany asked lowering her voice towards the end.

“It was short but okay I guess.” Georgina said replaying the kiss in her head. “More like a peck nothing too substantial.”

“Would you want something more substantial?” Brittany asked smugly. Georgina sighed, “Honestly?”

“Fuck!” Brittany’s eyes lit up as she studied her best friend’s face. “You do.”

Georgina closed her eyes embarrassed. “If we keep getting as pissed as we did last night, I’m afraid it’s going to happen.”

“You haven’t had a good snog in ages.” Brittany pointed out.

“Would be easier to find some island guy for that.” Georgina joked.

“The boys wouldn’t let that happen.” Brittany said.

“I know. They are all so damn protective.” Georgina said. “I’m fine on me own.”

Niall cackled loudly catching their attention. She hated what it did to her. He turned her insides into goo and set her skin on fire. He was slowly chipping away at the tough exterior she had built before she left England and she didn’t like it.

“I think by the end of this trip, something will have happened between you two.” Brittany said keeping her eyes on Niall.

“Why’d you say that?” Georgina asked doing the same.

“Have you seen the way the kid looks at you?” Brittany asked.

“Stop putting those thoughts in me head.” Georgina grumbled.

“You are two single adults. It’s okay to have those thoughts G.” Brittany said patting her on the leg. “He’s not Marcus.”

“No he’s just a hot young millionaire who could get any girl in the world that he wants.” Georgina said as Niall caught her staring.

A shy smile was sent in her direction.

“Yeah but you see that?” Brittany asked nodding towards their friend. “He only has eyes for you.”

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