Who: Albus and Jubilee Where: Albus and Shay's house When: Backdated to August 15th Why: Mates getting together for dinner Status: Private/Unfinished. Rating: TBA
Can you tell me what stops the pain? Self medication? Science, saviors, tragedy? How deep must we cut to reach sensation? Find it, bring it back to me where the void remains.
Shaylyn had went out with Corrie, which was all fine and good. He wasn't going to tell her not to go, that she couldn't have friends, even if he and Corrie failed to see eye to eye on more than one occasion and she felt she knew everything that was going on between himself and Shay, which she didn't. Albus though had wanted Shaylyn to stay home so they could talk things out, this was different than their regular fights, mainly because... there wasn't a fight. Well, not on his end. She felt she didn't have worth anymore because she couldn't do her job and Albus had wanted no more than to show her how much worth she had. But that could wait, he supposed. She could go out with her mate, have a brill time and hopefully come home in a better mood and... hopefully his car would be okay.
Yeah his car. She promised him it was just a little ways down the street and no one but her would drive it. Considering he had been giving her lessons and she had gotten exceedingly better at driving, he (reluctantly) allowed her to take the keys. The thoughts raced in his mind, would she crash? His poor car...
Sure that thought was morally wrong on many levels but he got attached to the damn thing!
So he was stuck at home, he had ordered pizza that he had attempted to eat but many times thought better of it. The guy who took his order sounded like an asshole. What if he farted on his pizza? What if one of the green onions fell on the floor? What if they didn't wash their hands while preparing it? This place was new, it wasn't like his flat and the surroundings eateries where he knew everyone and could trust them. He didn't trust these people as far as he could throw them.
But that really didn't matter, it wasn't like he was going to starve. Jubilee was coming over and doing the honors. But could he trust her? Actually yes. They butted heads probably more than anyone but if you looked beneath the grit and grime of her uppity attitude and his smart ass tendencies, they were friends. In fact they used to date a couple of times in school. Hell if anyone could vouch for his behavior in a relationship, it was Jubilee. He TRIED. She of all people knew that the Albus regular people seen and the Albus the one who he was dating seen were two different people. He wasn't perfect but he wasn't a controlling dick either like so many thought him to be.
And who in their right mind would invite an ex over to visit in a house that you shared with your girlfriend? Or, sorry. Fiancee, now that they were engaged. But what they had, as far as he was concerned and he could almost guarantee that she felt the same way, was in the past. They decided they were just better off as friends and he was doing exactly what Shay was doing, dinner with a mate. The pizza was shoved away in the fridge in case Shaylyn decided she wanted a midnight snack, Albus just couldn't get himself the stomach trying it so if she wanted to eat it, by all means.
He went into the kitchen to grab a beer, the sink was already clean since there hadn't been much cooking done in the house yet, they were pretty much moved in but not completely so they have just been eating at their parents or picking up something quick from a trusted vendor. He stopped at the stove, stared at it like it was a foreign object while his hand twisted at the top off the beer bottle. Upon taking a drink he noticed WRM letters on the knob you rotate to turn the stove on, after those letters were numbers, so clearly WRM meant warm so he turned the knob and watched as a soft red glow came from the oven's glass door to show it was on. Well... that wasn't so hard.
He moved back in the living room and plopped down. Upon hearing a knock? "Come in, it's open!" He called out.