If the facts don't fit the theory, change the fact

Do it for the piece of sky we are stealing with our building. You do it for the air that will be displaced, and most of all, you do it for the fucking concrete. Up for a challenge? (rpg purposes only: bristolskinsrp.tumblr.com)

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Text @Ringo

Pip: Are you alive?

Alo: No

Pip: Too bad, gonna sell Big Blue in parts, keep your shed and Rags too, maybe can teach it to bring beer to me when I get thirsty

Alo: I should be the one asking where you are seeing that you leave for MONTHS!

Pip: as if you missed me, dork, you didn't even remember who I was when i got here, remember?

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IC how old is pip? OOC how old are you?

// He’s a few months older than Alo, but, as you can see, he’s got a baby face. And I’m 22.

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Pip should meet Olivia

Bring all the ladies to know me.

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Self Control | @Liv

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Pip was cursing himself for being on his way to Liv’s place. In fact, he had been cursing himself since he had answered her text. There was nothing wrong with her… well, yes, she was not interested in nothing else than a friendship, friends with benefits and all that, a fantasy Phillip was not ready to fullfill because, even if he didn’t mean to, he had feelings for her. They were not that strong but they were there and it was annoying. He kept in mind all of the advices his cousin had given him and he elt pretty stupid since it was a girl after all, a girl he already knew… a lot more than he had expected. But here he was anyways, still wondering if bringing something would be a good idea. Before he could decide, he was already a few meters away from the door.

He didn’t remember the flat looked like this, maybe because he wasn’t paying attention last time he was here. Pip looked up. A window. Some crazy and cheesy idea crept in his mind but he shook the thought away. He had asked Alo for some advice but his cousin was a douche so he got mad and shoved his phone back inside his pocket. Now he was thinking of texting one of his mates that knew about the traumatic event he had gone through at the costumes party… he hadn’t seen her since then. But asking more people for advice was a waste of time and it made him feel more of a jerk so he stopped. With a sigh, Pip walked closer to the door, tried to keep it cool and knocked on the door.

Liv was spending the week in Bristol with her sisters. The girls were able to stomach spending time with each other now that they didn’t live together. Bella was always off with her boyfriend and Liv was living in east London. Maude had a little boyfriend of her own now. Some kid with glasses that watched just as much scifi as she did. She’d stopped asking about their mum and when she was coming home from her soul searching and Liv stopped making up answers. Agnes had been gone for months now and they were all living their own lives.

Telling Pip to meet her at her mum’s flat instead of east London was saving him a trip and not to mention the possibility of running into Cook and Charlie. Liv wasn’t a fan of Charlie and obviously Pip wasn’t too fond of Cook. Besides it was nice to be home for a little bit in a familiar city. Liv had the house to herself. Bella was out shopping with her beau and Maude was at a film festival with hers. It didn’t bother Liv that she was single. In fact she was more anxious when she was in a relationship. She found it hard to trust her partner when she couldn’t trust herself. Not to mention she wasn’t looking forward to a Matty repeat any time soon.

A knock sounded on the door. Liv jumped up from her place on the couch and swung the front door open. The curly haired Creevey stood on the other side with a nervous smile on his face. Liv leaned against the door threshold and folded her arms. “Are we staying in or going out?” She knew that he was still apprehensive about the whole situation so she wouldn’t push him too far just yet. “There’s a small battle of the bands going down a few blocks from here. Or we can watcha movie. Your pick.”

He didn’t even got time to run if he regreted since Liv opened the door fast. Pip tried to keep it cool and he could do it, just needed to keep his head in the game and be her mate. Still, being in here, standing in front of her was a bit awkward. Nope, not a bit, it was really awkward. He didn’t expect the first question, not even a hello so he was struggling with his answer. “I… uhm… I don’t know? I mean, I thought you had an idea already. That battle of the bands sounds interesting but only if you fancy to go… I have no problem with staying here… why? Is someon home?” He looked inside but he couldn’t even see Ziggy. Watching a film sounded dangerous, unless he sat on the floor and away from her. No. Why was he thinking like this? They had spent two days together and that was it. She wasn’t a rapist and neither was he so he had to stop the childish and erotic thoughts now. If he didn’t want anything to happen, it wouldn’t. If she didn’t, the same. Nice and easy.

“Didn’t know you were into bands. Did you get to know my cousin’s? It was like, a huge topic in family dinners that he had a band, not really surprising since all our uncles and my dad were in some. Anyways…” He sighed and chuckled. He was talking too fast and probably about stuff Liv was not interested in. “Do you want loud music and drinks or a nice volume and… drinks as well? I’m good with either, really.”

Pip was nervous. Liv nodded along while he spoke trying to hide that fact that she found it adorable. Her eyes traveled up to his hair that she loved so much then down to his lips. She was concentrated on his eyes again by the time he stopped rambling. “We could go see a few bands first and then watch a movie. Unless you have something else to do later.” The house was completely empty. Which would have been a great time to sit down and watch a movie with no interruptions. But Liv was more likely to make a move whether it was intentional or not. “I’m just going to grab my coat, okay?” she said gesturing back inside of the house. Liv left Pip in the open door way while she ran upstairs grabbing something that most likely belonged to Bella.

Liv was down the stairs and out of the house in no time. She walked alongside Pip noticing the way he didn’t hold eye contact with her for too long. The contest was at some house just a block up the road. More than likely it was a bunch of college kids but Liv didn’t mind. It was an excuse to dance and have fun. Hopefully Pip would calm down by the time they made it back to her place. “So what have you been getting into lately? Anything fun?”

“Okay, I like that idea. And nope, nothing.” He shrugged. He could make up an excuse but there was no point on doing so. He just hoped Liv didn’t get it as he was dying to spend more time with her. He nodded with a smile and waited by the frame with a big smile on his face because he had stared at her while she walked away. Alo’s texts were still confusing him but he had decided he was old enough no make his own choices, but would still keep in mind everything he now knew about Liv. It hadn’t passed much time before Liv was in front of him again. He smiled instinctively and let her walk in front of him as he closed the door.

Pip didn’t know what to say. He was acting pretty strangely but he didn’t mean to. He parted his lips to say something but Liv spoke first and he felt relieved.“The usual. Went back to Hallifax because one of my mates had his birthday, uhm… fixed Ringo’s van, been outdrinking some lads and that’s pretty much it, same routine as always since the day I got here. And well, got a little meeting with Mini.” He ruffled his hair and finally looked over at her. “What about you? I mean… you said you were back at Bristol, like, you’re not living here anymore?” He frowned and already could hear cheering people shouting non-understandable shite.

“Yeah I live in London. Sometimes.” She shrugged it off not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Liv hadn’t told anyone that she moved besides her sisters. She liked being under the radar for the time being. It kept her out of trouble, some of the time. Before Pip could reply about her new housing arrangements. Liv looked up and sat a house with a bunch of kids spilling in and out of it. The crowd wasn’t much younger than they were but still Liv was no impressed. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Maude was there. Maybe the bands would make up for it. She inadvertently took hold of Pip’s hand as they entered the house. The last thing she wanted to do was lose him in the crowd. Her fingers intertwined with his as she pulled him towards the stage. Instruments and hot bodies were all over the place. Liv staged close to Pip and waited for the music to start.

The band began to warm up. It was obvious they were there too early. Mostly because everyone was sober. Liv huffed and leaned into Pip. “Want to find drinks or something?” When she pulled back she raised her eyebrows.

“Lond-” Pip was cut off, looking yo where Liv was. The had found the house and a small smirk appeared on his face. Easy targets for slippy hands. He could take a wallet or two without them noticing, even cigarettes, drugs, anything you could thing off. He did look at their hands but didn’t give it much importance but he had to admit it felt good. Most of the crowd consisted of lads, obviously. He made a face when some guy walked past him and touched him since he was all sweaty. Looking up, he spotted the drums and he sighed. He had always wanted to learn how to play them. The speakers emitted that awful and annoying sound because instruments and amplifiers were being connected.

He chuckled and looked down at Liv, who didn’t see amused.“Yeah, I think we’re going to need them.” Pip smiled at her and turned around, taking her hand again. He pushed people here and there for a couple seconds because it wasn’t that crowded. Once they got to the bar, he let go off her hand and opened his new wallet. He was a bit disappointed since it didn’t have much money but it was going to pay the drinks. “What are you gonna drink? I invite.” He was now inspectioning the bottles and chose a Cuba, whatever. “Want a shirt from the bands? CD’s? Look, they are even selling their pictures.” While the bartender was serving hem, Pip had walked towards some other spot. He found it funny, the pictures looked too simple and almost taken with a cellphone. He took one and lifted it for Liv to see it. “Who wouldn’t want to have the picture of these studs by their beds?”

Liv cackled at Pip’s comment. They laughed over the pictures until their drinks were handed to them. “Aw no t shirts?” she said picking up the CD’s and posters. She took a sip from her cup. Whatever it was it was strong. Perfect. The lights dimmed and everyone went rushing towards the stage. Liv felt old and out of place but that wouldn’t ruin the fun. “Come on. Let’s go to the front like proper groupies.” She pulled Pip along wrapping one of his arms arond her waist whle they walked together. Mostly because she wanted the pimpled lads to know she was here with someone just in case they decided to make a move.

The first band started up. Liv could tel it was going to be a train wreck by the way the bass player had a band aid on almost every finger. The song started off slow. It wasn’t too bad. But the surrounding crowd was jumping up and down like it was the best thing they’d ever heard. She turned to face Pip and they both laughed at the scene unfolding. Was this what she was like years ago? “Drink up. You’re going to need it,” she yelled to Pip.

“Be careful with that, son. Those are pictures of my rock star with his buddies.” Pip looked over at the man behind the table and chuckled. “Yeah, well, good luck selling that.” He saluted him and then took his drink. Liv pulled him and he waved the dad, saying goodbye. Yeah, it was true, they were surrounded by people of all ages, he guessed friends and relatives to the lads playing. He remembered that one time he played a The Beatles’ cover with Alo for the family at some Christmas’ party. They were around fourteen maybe. Now he would look for the tape. Pip was astonished. The song was not a bad one and he wanted to maybe hear the lyrics but the singer was almost kissing the microphone. He lifted a brow and looked around. He chuckled and looked at Liv. “Do you think they are even listening?” He downed his drink and turned around to find a lad carrying a tray with big cups of paper. That was the only proper concert thing around the place. He took two and placed the empty glass instead, holding the one he had for Liv as she kept on drinking the one she had.

“So now, stop lying and tell me who you are friends with in here.” He yelled so she could listen and after that, grinned. “Is the bassist, right?” He took a sip of the large cup and remembered Alo’s words. He was curious so he leaned forward to reach Liv’s ear. “Hey, do you know anything about Lancashire? Is there where you are living now?” He was moving his head to the beat, trying to get the best out of this funny experience.

“A’right you got me. It’s the singer. I mean look at that frenching action with the microphone.” Liv finished off her drink in time to hear Pip’s next question. So Alo was talking about Lancashire. The night they both wanted to forget. What was the point in bringing it up to Pip? “Lancashire? You mean the worst holiday with your cousin. Ever. I wanted to get away and he ended up puking on me before the night was over.” Liv shrugged her shoulders. If Alo didn’t remember her coming on to him then neither did she. “No. London. That’s where I stay..” She took the cup from Pip’s hand and took a sip. It was obvious they would’t stay for the whole show. The irony would run out soon and they would turn into two losers sitting around listening to shitty bands.

“Do you want do dance? Or do you want to hear the rest of the story of me cleaning up after Puke-o Creevey. I’ll spare you the nasty details…”

Liv didn’t wait for an answer. She led Pip to the middle of the crowd and placed his arms around her waist. She danced up against him to the sound of the pubescent lead vocalist now screaming into the microphone. The surrounding crowd didn’t seem to be bothered. Maybe Pip was right and they weren’t actually listening.

Pip laughed, looking at the singer. He wasn’t that bad but if he wasn’t drinking, he would have fallen asleep awhile ago. He stopped looking at the guy to look at Liv and pay attention to her answer. “Really? So you went there alone with Ringo?” His brows went up. Was that really the reason why Alo had warned him about going there with her? Because he had puked? He puked over everything and about everything. Except porn. “Right…” He nodded. There was something else but Alo wasn’t telling, neither was she. He cleared his throat and tried to forget about it, but he knew he would be thinking of it all day and night long. He let her sip his drink as his gaze was on the band again. When she asked about what he wanted to do, he turned his head towards her, shaking his curls. “Actually–” He was cut off by himself. What was the point on asking her when she was not looking at him, they were moving and screams were almost deaffening?

Pip looked at Liv’s waist, the place where his hands rested now. It was for half a second before he closed his eyes, looked up and danced along with her, but trying to focus on something else. The guy was screaming and that made him want to laugh but dancing with Liv like this woke the feelings he had shut from the moment he left the place where he was staying at to go and see her. He tried to think it was a different person, some random she could actually dance with without flirting or something, maybe like that friend he had back at home. Soon, they were trapped inside the slam. Pip took hold of Liv and covered her so the stupid drunk ones wouldn’t hit her. He got some punches and pushes. One had been so hard they had moved him and Liv. Next thing Pip’s fist had smacked the lad across the face. He froze, still trying to keep Liv from the crowd, even if those around them had stopped when Pip hit the younger lad.

Liv saw the boy hit the ground. She looked at Pip’s hand. His knuckles were split and starting to bleed. The crowd around them got even more worked up while over people started fighting for no reason. The band wasn’t exactly playing the soundtrack to a mosh pit but they looked just as excited by the outcome. “We’ve got the get the fuck out of here,” she yelled to Pip. Fists were flying and the last thing she wanted to do was trip and get stepped on. Liv wasn’t petite but she wasn’t going to go up against a crowd on young drunken teens on her own. She maneuvered through the crowd with Pip. The door didn’t seem this far away when they walked in. A glass bottle was slammed against the wall in front of them. A few of the parents were pulling their kids out of the crowds but it was every man for themselves.

They were at the door when Liv felt someone grab for her. She yanked her arm away only to feel herself being scratched as their sharp nails tore down her skin.

Once they were outside Liv felt like she could finally breath again. She took a deep breath and reached out for Pip. “Are you okay? Shit. Your hand.” She held his hand in hers. It was bruised and bleeding.

Honestly, Pip didn’t feel the pain in his hand. He was just waiting on the other lad to get up so he could punch him again but he had just started a riot he couldn’t be part of. He came back to earth when he realized he had put Liv in the middle of a huge fight. He turned himself in a human shield as they walked through the crowd. He was startled by the broken glass and he thought of going back and search for the boy to break his face but Liv kept on walking. They were out and Pip was thankful for the air on his face. He didn’t dare to look at her. His hands were at his waist as he walked from right to left, trying to calm himself down. She mentioned his hand and he looked at it. It was surreal since there was no pain despite the obvious bruises. Adrenaline was working its magic.

Pip nodded, not really feeling like touching her so he only glanced at her arm and realized she was hurt as well. “Your arm. Did I–Was it me?” He turned around to face her. It looked worse than his hand. He was still mad and had an idea of why but didn’t want to talk about it. He had a serious expression and took her hand, pulling her away fron that place. He knew where her place was and he didn’t talk until they got to the door. His gaze was down, his hair was a mess and he avoided eye contact if he lifted his head.

Liv didn’t know what annoyed her more. Pip’s distance or the burning sensation on her arm. The scratch was deep and would leave a mark until it was fully healed. She wished she would have at least gotten a good hit in. Pip didn’t talk. He wouldn’t even look at her. She glanced over at him while they walked but didn’t say anything. They reached her house and Liv stopped before opening the door. “Start talking. Now.” His hand caught her attention again. It needed to be cleaned and iced. Liv took him by the arm and dragged him inside before he spoke. His injury couldn’t wait and neither would she.

She sat him down on the couch before disappearing to grab the first aid kit. Liv returned with it along with a bag of frozen vegetables. It was the closest thing to ice she found in the freezer, too impatient to actually look.

“You know it wasn’t you that hurt me ya? It was some bitch at the gig–” She cleaned off the area where his knuckles split then wrapped it with a bandage. Liv placed the ice on top of his hand still holding his hand in hers. “Are you mad at me?”

“Don’t know what you want me to say.” Pip shrugged, finally looking at her, acting as if nothing was happening but it was too late for that. She had noticed it already. Now that he didn’t have anything or anyone to turn to and hit, adrenaline was descending and his knuckles started to hurt. He hissed and shook his hand. The boy he had hit had some hard bones. Next thing he knew, he was inside. Memories came to his mind but he shook them away instantly. He was here, standing in the middle of the living room, staring at his hand, then he was forced to sit down. He was thinking on acting, faking nothing was wrong, let her do whatever she felt like doing with his injury, giver her a hug and leave. That would be the easiest path to walk but keeping with what he felt would only get him sick and bitter. Liv was back and he swallowed. At this moment, he knew he just couldn’t do that. “That looks pretty bad too. You could see some little red stains, see?” He pointed at her arm, trying to drag her attention away from him. As she cleaned him, Pip greitted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. It burned. He shivered when the frozen bag touched his skin nd hissed again, but it actually felt a lot better. “Thanks, really.” He kept on looking at his hand.

The question made him laugh, but it was not a cheerful expression this time. He threw his head backwards, now looking at her face. “Does it actually matter?” He bit his lip until it was white and hurt. “Actually, I don’t know how to answer that.” And it was true. “It’s just that… I want to be friends with you and all but I just– shit. I just can’t, right now.” He laughed hurtfully and cleared his throat. “Dancing with you and all that just made me think loads of things you obviously don’t feel, so, why talk about it? Useless. I know what you’re gonna say anyways. I already know the answer.” His voice was barely audible by the last sentences. Pip cleared his throat again, looking away. He could feel his eyes getting glassy and it was stupid. He wouldn’t give her the joy of seeing him like that.

Liv slowly let go up Pip’s hand. He was upset. More than she imagined. Her first instinct was to get defensive. Which was what she did when he pulled back and folded her arms. “Then why did you agree to hang out with me today?” liv did feel bad. Pip was partially right. If she wasnt so hung up on her unfinished business with Matty then she would be with Pip. She had fun with him. Not to mention he was great in bed. Liv was selfishly hanging on to him. She liked that he still wanted her. Liv wasnt ready him to let him go yet. Pip was safe. He wasnt apart of some all male gang terrorizing the city. He wouldnt just up and leave her or so she hoped. So why was she holding back?

“If it’s so horrible being around me then why are you here?” She sat back on the couch and looked away from him. Her attitude was getting the best of her. It didnt help that she genuinely enjoyed pissing people off. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

Pip took hold of the bag of frozen vegetables since Liv was no longer doing it. She didn’t even have the right to be mad but if she wanted things to be like this, they they would be. She adopted what he had called the Liv fold. She would always fold her arms like that when she was mad or confused. Can you imagine? Pip had already got names for her poses and already knew what she do at times. It was fucked up. Pretty. “Because…” He licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. Yeah, why? Because he was a masochistic twat. “I thought I could handle it, yah? I hadn’t seen you in months so I my logic told me being with you today woudn’t hurt at all.” He rolled his eyes and  clucked. Now that Pandora’s box had been opened, he would be vomiting words, that was for sure. Now he wished Liv hadn’t opened her mouth because he was like a chemical mix. She had just added the wrong element, making it explode. Pip placed the bag on the couch roughly and stood up. He walked around the center table and stopped in front of Liv. He was unamused.

“Why do you just act like a fourteen-year-old? It’s not horrible, Liv, it’s… it’s a fucking torture! Do you want me to tell you? Really? Do you? Okay, here it goes. Don’t know how the fuck it happened, or why, or when, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I…” Pip sighed heavily and turned around, wrapping his hair. “Fuck!”He said out loud, then he repeated it because that action caused his knuckles to burn again. Pip walked away from her but turned around taking long steps, breathing heavy, as if he had been running. “Because I think I fuckin’ love you? Okay? Are you satisfied then? Now you can go and tell Alo and everyone you want to make fun of me with. It shouldn’t had happened but it did and I hate it, I hate it because you don’t feel the same and you never will.” His face was red and was standing just a few inches away from her face. Now it hit him. He had said it, he had really said it. He stared at her and shook his head, cursing again. “You did it, Liv, you did it.” He sniffed and walked towards the stairs, sitting down on the fourth step, his head buried in between his hands. The pain was long forgotten again.

Pip walked away and Liv sat on the couch stunned. She didn’t follow him. She didn’t know what to say. It was obvious Pip had feelings for her. Liv knew that much. But blokes didn’t fall in love with her. It didn’t happen. She closed her eyes and laid back on the couch. “Fuck…” she spat through gritted teeth. Liv waited a little longer before getting up. She needed time to think and Pip needed time to calm down. When the silence became unsettling, Liv got up and walked over to Pip. She sat down on the third step and faced him.

Liv wanted to tell him not to be an idiot. She wasn’t the type of person anyone fell in love with. Her own family couldn’t stand her and she lost friends like bobby pins. But she knew how awful unrequited love felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Pip. Her feelings weren’t as strong as his were. She was stuck. The last time she tried the boyfriend scene she ended up making out with Matty on a playground. Danny ended up hating her the way she was sure Pip would. Matty would always be there in the back of her mind no matter what she did.

“You think we can try talking without you wigging out and me turning into mega bitch?” It took a lot for Liv to hold back nagging about how he should still ice his hand despite how upset he was.

“We have a good time yeah? You make me laugh. You make me squirm…” she said ducking down trying to meet his eyes. “Why can’t we just do that? Why do we have to move so fast eh?” Liv reached out and touched his uninjured hand. “Like I said I’m no good with relationships. I’m fucked up. But I like being with you. That has to count for something.”

Pip didn’t want to talk. Not because he wanted to be childish or because he was mad, but because he felt his voice would tremble and maybe even cut. He didn’t want that to happen in front of her. His head was still burried in between his legs until he decided it was too much. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and looked down on the ground, biting on his thumb. “You didn’t let me other choice, you were angry already…” His voice was low, just some  semitones above a whisper. Liv basically repeated what she had said the last time they saw each other. He didn’t really want to look her in the eyes or who knows what would happen. He  shook his head slowly. “I never said we had to move fast, I just needed you to know how I feel. One ‘I love you’ is not always the start of a relationship, don’t you think I know that? You… you think I asked for this? Like, I said something like ‘Oh look! I’m gonna shag this girl then have some feelings for her.’” Maybe he was acting a little out of place but he was trying to make her understand.

“It happens, Liv. I know because I’ve seen it.” Alo came to his mind right away. The day he helped his cousin with Big Blue, they talked about girls, Minerva and Liv to be exact. Their story had started in a similar way but Pip didn’t know that until he talked about Liv. “But it’s not enough, is it?” He sniffed and looked at her, eyes were red and he was trying realy hard to just keep them that way. “I assure you… if you felt for someone what I feel for you, you wouldn’t mind that. You would fucking try to be less fucked up, you would try to be a better person for that someone.” He sniffed again, still being serious and was now worked up. “Like I told you… we could be mates, maybe… but not now. I can’t be mates with someone I love. It’s… it’s fucking impossible.” Pip’s face turned redder and redder but he wouldn’t look away this time. Was it that difficult to try? No, it wasn’t. The answer was simple. She didn’t have feelings for him and he couldn’t force her to, neither did he want it. But it was painful, pretty painful.

His mind sounded made up. Liv backed off and kept her hands to herself. She knew how this would turn out eventually. Giving Pip space would allow him to forget about her. When the time came that he was ready to be mates he wouldn’t even want to be that. Liv sat quiet and stared at the step in front of her. Selfishly enough she wasn’t ready to let Pip go. “You don’t think I try to be less fucked up?” Liv murmured. Her voice was small. When she turned to look at Pip her eyes were glossed over and a tear already ran down her cheek. Liv wiped it away and looked away. “This– this is not okay Pip.” She pushed herself off of the step and walked away. Liv didn’t want to tell him that he was the only person to tell her they loved her in years. It was too embarrassing to admit. Another reason to push him away.

“You want to know something? You want to know the truth?” She was walking around the flat now cleaning up the miniscule mess they’d made. Liv picked up the first aid kid and wiped her face. “Do you want to know why I can’t love you? Because I’m hung up on a bloke who ditched me years ago for one of my friends.” Her lip started to quiver but she kept going. “He was driving the car that crashed and almost killed me–and my– my friend but I can’t seem to shake him loose.” Liv wiped at her face  and plopped down on the couch. “Don’t tell me you love me. You don’t know the first thing about me. Yes. I’m fucked up. And I’m going to keep being fucked up because it’s the only fucking thing I know how to do.”

“Don’t know. Doesn’t look like it,” Pip was looking down at his knuckles as he cracked them anxiously. He looked up and felt bad, pretty bad instantly. He forgot about how he felt now that Liv was crying. “Li–Liv!” Pip stood up and followed her, The least he wanted to do was make her cry, no matter how hurt he was. He let her walk as he stood near a wall, head tilted down as his foot moved nervously. He listened and stared. That was the most common reason, an expected one. She had been hurt by someone in the past, but years ago? She had feelings for a lad who didn’t treat her right years ago? There was more. She kept the ranting and he let her. When she went quiet, he hit the wall with his fist, not really hard, just to release some tension and feel the burning sensation to replace the emotional pain, nothing serious. Pip closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. “It’s not fair. You’re twisting the plot, you’re making it about yourself and only yourself.”She had a point, but in his eyes, it was more of an excuse.

He emmited a laugh and groaned, nearly pulling the hair out of his head. “Great, now you’re the victim. You think you know me then? Because you know my cousin? Well, I have some news for you, Liv, I’m not him. I’m not choosing anyone over you, less of it, a mate of yours. And for the record, I’ve got the right of free speech so yes, I’m gonna say I love you all the times I fucking want to. I’ll just tell you, being stucked in that little thought of yours is not gonna take that lad back to you.” No matter what he said, she wasn’t going to change her mind. It all was a fucking excuse. “I don’t even know why I’m still here.” His voice cracked and he took his jacket and placed it over his shoulder. He could have rationalized with her but she was married to the wall she had built around her. He wiped his eyes and walked straight to the door. “I honestly hope you find a bloke whom you can really love, give him that opportunity. See you around. Liv.” He gritted his teeth before walking to where she was. He kissed her cheek. “I love you.” And he finally left, closing the door behind him.

Liv picked her head up to watch the door as it closed. The house was the quietest it’d ever been. Her hands were shaking because she was so upset. She could see the head of curly hair walking away just outside of the window. She knew what she wanted to do. Follow him. Shake him and tell him that they were both being stupid. That there was no way she could have him and Matty and for Pip to have just her. But Liv wanted Pip to want her. It was common for her to get what she wanted. Liv walked toward the door and swung her open. She watched as he kept walking, almost out of the estate. Liv balled her fists and followed him, leaving her door wide open. No wonder Agnes didn’t want her staying there. Liv caught up to Pip and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. She didn’t say anything at first. Nothing came to mind. She didn’t know whether to slap him or kiss him. A small shove came first. Then she pushed him a little harder. “You’re such a fucking asshole. You think you’re just going to kiss me on the cheek and walk away. Cut yourself off from me? No. No and– you don’t get to tell me how I feel. Okay? Because I do like you. Yeah I may not love you but I don’t know how to do that shit and you have to deal with that. I’m not some skanky bitch from a romance novel. I’m a fucking human being and you have to realize that.” Liv took a deep breath and began to back off. “Now I want to be your mate and work our way up from there. If you can’t handle that then you don’t love me Creevey. Final offer.”

It was as if his feet were guiding God knows where because Pip didn’t even know where he was going to next. Everything had vanished around him and he was walking absent-mindly, angry with himself because he was crying over a girl who didn’t feel the same. Every time he felt a tear daring to leave his eye, he quickly washed it off adn kept on striding away. Maybe he had even blocked his hearing because one moment he was looking ahead the road and the other, Liv was in front of him, again. He stared before looking up at the sky. She pushed him twice and he only closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. He wouldn’t look at her when she spoke. “Final offer…” He mumbled, looking at her.

“And what am I then, Liv? A fucking dog?” He felt angry, just like when his mother conditioned him to do something he didn’t want. Life didn’t work that way, “And you can’t tell me how to love you, yeah? You’ve practically done it since we met and I don’t know who you’ve been with but I’m not like them. I don’t play the ‘take me or me leave me’ game, yeah? Better get yout head straight.” Pip took hold of her shoulders, his face close to hers but it was expressionless. “What the fuck do you want? I kiss ya and you don’t want it; Ieave and you get mad. You’ve just told me you’re into some lad, that you’ve been into him for ages but you’re not built over a romance novel? Sounds pretty Penelope and Odysseus to me.”

Pip was pretty desperate and angry but trying not to show it. “I can’t, okay? I can’t be mates with someone I love, did ya hear that? At least not fuckin’ now, why can’t you take that? What the hell do ya want from me? You only like the fact I want you, that’s all.” As she wasn’t talking, he licked his lips and let go off her shoulders, but remained in the same position. “Tell me something, then, and I’ll try and figure out if a… friendship can be created from here. You and Alo, that small trip you made. What happened? Because I’m not stupid, yeah? He didn’t mention it just because.”

Liv crossed her arms and huffed. She looked down at her folded, guarded demeanor then dropped her arms to her side. It was hard for her not to be on edge all of the time. But she didn’t want Pip walking away again. She couldn’t get defensive because he was asking for the truth. She looked away from him and shrugged her shoulders. “I had this weird situation with my roommate in London. I needed a break from it. I rung Alo and we decided to go on little road trip. I already told you what happened.” Her eyes met with Pip’s again. Liv was the one claiming she wanted to be friends. That wouldn’t happen if she couldn’t be completely open and honest with him. “And…I sort of came on to him. Just to see if he would do it. It wasn’t serious. He ended up vomiting on me and falling asleep on the floor. Nothing actually happened. Thank God.”

She stared at him. Ready for him to walk away again. He didn’t want to be her friend. But Liv couldn’t help but feel like if she let him leave she was letting something good walk away. It was more than likely she wouldn’t see him again after today if she didn’t stop messing about.

“Pip. I do like you. A lot. A lot a lot. And I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to fight with you over stupid shit that doesn’t matter. Just stay. For the rest of the day. Please?”

Pip’s heart felt like it was going to get out of his chest. He already know what had happened, it was kind of obvious, but did he really want to hear it? But when she said it, he felt as if she had slapped him with a piece of wood and as if Alo had slept with his wife. He stared at Liv for a moment, hurt as he could be but trying not to let it show. She had added the It wasn’t serious part just to rest importance to it, which didn’t work. What to do, what do to? He just wanted to turn around and leave but then again, he couldn’t, as if Liv was holding him down with a rope.

But she always managed to convinced Phillip with her poisonous words. It was like a mermaid that bewitched you when it sings. Pip bit in the inside of lip and sighed, looking away. “I don’t know, Liv.”He replied after a moment of being quiet. She was trying, wasn’t she? So it was fair to go back to her place… Doubtful. Now, when seeing at her, Pip could inly see Alo too. Why him? Why was the redhead so appealing for people? But he was in love, which meant he was dumb and helpless and Liv knew how to take advantage of it. He walked closer to her and nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay. For… friendship or… whatever. Just don’t mention what happened with you and my cousin again. It’s weird.” He touched her cheek and headed back to Liv’s house.  

“Nothing happened…” she muttered but decided to let it go. It was best for everyone involved to not talk about it. Pip was giving her another chance. Thank God. She followed next to him on the walk back to her place. There was no reason why they couldn’t watch a movie and eat junk food together. She could control herself for the duration of the movie. Even if Pip was really fit when he was upset. She peeked at the side of his face every so often and smiled to herself. They could be friends. It was possible. And maybe down the line something else would blossom. Liv felt like she had unfinished business with Matty and that was something she wanted to explore.

She nudged him. Liv was tired of walking in silence. “You know what would cheer you up? Brownies. We can make a batch and watch a shitty movie.” She was trying to hard and it was obvious. But Liv didn’t care. Even if things were weird between them she loved spending time with Pip. “I make the best brownies in Bristol I’ll have you know. Chocolate seeping out of your pores. And obviously you love chocolate.” She joked.  

“Shhh. I’ve got quite an imagination, okay? Jesus.” Pip shook his head and closed his eyes. Fucking Alo. He was so going to die for keeping important information from him. He eyed Liv when she nudged him and pursed his lips, then narrowed his eyes. “Brownies? I haven’t baked since I was like five but I’ll give it a try. But I don’t exactly love chocolate, I mean, I-- oh.” He rubbed the back of his head and shook his head, a little annoyed at first but hey, he had to admit it had been a funny joke. “Clever girl. Shut up. You love vanilla too much and I’m not yelling it.” He smirked and slid his hands inside his pockets. In moments like this one it felt like being friends was actually possible. But then Pip looked at her body and it all went south. Literally.

“You would need you teach me. I learn fast. How come I didn’t know that?” As if they had known each other for years. But if a girl knew how to make brownies, that was something he had to know, especially since he didn’t cook for shit. He could if he wanted to but it meant work and Pip never worked. Stealing and snatching money from people at eating and drinking tournaments was what he did best. Speaking of which... “Look, I got you one free shirt from that shitty gig. Didn’t remember until now. The lad is not handsome but hey, you could use to sleep or... clean?” It had been under his own shirt the whole time. Couldn’t he just snatch something better? A t-shirt? Crap. Now his hand was starting to hurt again.

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Challenge Time | @Open

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Pip was back from his little ‘vacation’ at Halifax with his mates. Having a mature relationship with Alo was weird but was working, at least for now. He had been helpful about the Liv topic and of course it still hurt, I mean, it had only been a month and the boy still thought of her but was reluctant to contact her. He was sex to her and just that, plus, the image of her banging anothe lad with a tattooed cock still bothered him. Still, Pip didn’t know why he was back… it could be because his parents still had a bat inside their arse and didn’t accept his decision of not. Going. To Uni. Ever. In fact, they had had another beautiful fight and that was the end of the story. He wasn’t going to the farm yet, and it was because he was not going to touch cow shite never again. Finding a job he actually liked was a challenge. Finding a place to stay was too. But for now, as he had been doing the past months, he had found hostage at a pub.

Pip found himself inside that place while the owner and the workers were getting it ready. He was sat by the window with his legs on top of the table, leaning backwards with his guitar on his stomach, playing simple chords and humming a melody that didn’t even match the one from the guitar. But he wasn’t really aware of it. The only thing in his mind was tons of men coming in, ready to drink so Pip could get free drinks by winning them in challenges. That and some items he could steal, plus some money when bets were present. Despite of being kind of sad and hopeless, he still wanted to meet people, boys, girls, it didn’t matter. Sometimes being on his own was boring and got really lonely.

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Text @Ringo

Pip: Are you alive?

Alo: No

Pip: Too bad, gonna sell Big Blue in parts, keep your shed and Rags too, maybe can teach it to bring beer to me when I get thirsty

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Text @Ringo

Pip: Are you alive?

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Up & Forth | @Open

Pip was back from his little ‘vacation’ at Halifax with his mates. Having a mature relationship with Alo was weird but was working, at least for now. He had been helpful about the Liv topic and of course it still hurt, I mean, it had only been a month and the boy still thought of her but was reluctant to contact her. He was sex to her and just that, plus, the image of her banging anothe lad with a tattooed cock still bothered him. Still, Pip didn’t know why he was back… it could be because his parents still had a bat inside their arse and didn’t accept his decision of not. Going. To Uni. Ever. In fact, they had had another beautiful fight and that was the end of the story. He wasn’t going to the farm yet, and it was because he was not going to touch cow shite never again. Finding a job he actually liked was a challenge. Finding a place to stay was too. But for now, as he had been doing the past months, he had found hostage at a pub.

Pip found himself inside that place while the owner and the workers were getting it ready. He was sat by the window with his legs on top of the table, leaning backwards with his guitar on his stomach, playing simple chords and humming a melody that didn’t even match the one from the guitar. But he wasn’t really aware of it. The only thing in his mind was tons of men coming in, ready to drink so Pip could get free drinks by winning them in challenges. That and some items he could steal, plus some money when bets were present. Despite of being kind of sad and hopeless, he still wanted to meet people, boys, girls, it didn’t matter. Sometimes being on his own was boring and got really lonely.

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Just look at them !! What a beauty Brogan is!

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Challenge Accepted.

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Self Control | @Liv

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liveloudliv:

Pip was cursing himself for being on his way to Liv’s place. In fact, he had been cursing himself since he had answered her text. There was nothing wrong with her… well, yes, she was not interested in nothing else than a friendship, friends with benefits and all that, a fantasy Phillip was not ready to fullfill because, even if he didn’t mean to, he had feelings for her. They were not that strong but they were there and it was annoying. He kept in mind all of the advices his cousin had given him and he elt pretty stupid since it was a girl after all, a girl he already knew… a lot more than he had expected. But here he was anyways, still wondering if bringing something would be a good idea. Before he could decide, he was already a few meters away from the door.

He didn’t remember the flat looked like this, maybe because he wasn’t paying attention last time he was here. Pip looked up. A window. Some crazy and cheesy idea crept in his mind but he shook the thought away. He had asked Alo for some advice but his cousin was a douche so he got mad and shoved his phone back inside his pocket. Now he was thinking of texting one of his mates that knew about the traumatic event he had gone through at the costumes party… he hadn’t seen her since then. But asking more people for advice was a waste of time and it made him feel more of a jerk so he stopped. With a sigh, Pip walked closer to the door, tried to keep it cool and knocked on the door.

Liv was spending the week in Bristol with her sisters. The girls were able to stomach spending time with each other now that they didn’t live together. Bella was always off with her boyfriend and Liv was living in east London. Maude had a little boyfriend of her own now. Some kid with glasses that watched just as much scifi as she did. She’d stopped asking about their mum and when she was coming home from her soul searching and Liv stopped making up answers. Agnes had been gone for months now and they were all living their own lives.

Telling Pip to meet her at her mum’s flat instead of east London was saving him a trip and not to mention the possibility of running into Cook and Charlie. Liv wasn’t a fan of Charlie and obviously Pip wasn’t too fond of Cook. Besides it was nice to be home for a little bit in a familiar city. Liv had the house to herself. Bella was out shopping with her beau and Maude was at a film festival with hers. It didn’t bother Liv that she was single. In fact she was more anxious when she was in a relationship. She found it hard to trust her partner when she couldn’t trust herself. Not to mention she wasn’t looking forward to a Matty repeat any time soon.

A knock sounded on the door. Liv jumped up from her place on the couch and swung the front door open. The curly haired Creevey stood on the other side with a nervous smile on his face. Liv leaned against the door threshold and folded her arms. “Are we staying in or going out?” She knew that he was still apprehensive about the whole situation so she wouldn’t push him too far just yet. “There’s a small battle of the bands going down a few blocks from here. Or we can watcha movie. Your pick.”

He didn’t even got time to run if he regreted since Liv opened the door fast. Pip tried to keep it cool and he could do it, just needed to keep his head in the game and be her mate. Still, being in here, standing in front of her was a bit awkward. Nope, not a bit, it was really awkward. He didn’t expect the first question, not even a hello so he was struggling with his answer. “I… uhm… I don’t know? I mean, I thought you had an idea already. That battle of the bands sounds interesting but only if you fancy to go… I have no problem with staying here… why? Is someon home?” He looked inside but he couldn’t even see Ziggy. Watching a film sounded dangerous, unless he sat on the floor and away from her. No. Why was he thinking like this? They had spent two days together and that was it. She wasn’t a rapist and neither was he so he had to stop the childish and erotic thoughts now. If he didn’t want anything to happen, it wouldn’t. If she didn’t, the same. Nice and easy.

“Didn’t know you were into bands. Did you get to know my cousin’s? It was like, a huge topic in family dinners that he had a band, not really surprising since all our uncles and my dad were in some. Anyways…” He sighed and chuckled. He was talking too fast and probably about stuff Liv was not interested in. “Do you want loud music and drinks or a nice volume and… drinks as well? I’m good with either, really.”

Pip was nervous. Liv nodded along while he spoke trying to hide that fact that she found it adorable. Her eyes traveled up to his hair that she loved so much then down to his lips. She was concentrated on his eyes again by the time he stopped rambling. “We could go see a few bands first and then watch a movie. Unless you have something else to do later.” The house was completely empty. Which would have been a great time to sit down and watch a movie with no interruptions. But Liv was more likely to make a move whether it was intentional or not. “I’m just going to grab my coat, okay?” she said gesturing back inside of the house. Liv left Pip in the open door way while she ran upstairs grabbing something that most likely belonged to Bella.

Liv was down the stairs and out of the house in no time. She walked alongside Pip noticing the way he didn’t hold eye contact with her for too long. The contest was at some house just a block up the road. More than likely it was a bunch of college kids but Liv didn’t mind. It was an excuse to dance and have fun. Hopefully Pip would calm down by the time they made it back to her place. “So what have you been getting into lately? Anything fun?”

“Okay, I like that idea. And nope, nothing.” He shrugged. He could make up an excuse but there was no point on doing so. He just hoped Liv didn’t get it as he was dying to spend more time with her. He nodded with a smile and waited by the frame with a big smile on his face because he had stared at her while she walked away. Alo’s texts were still confusing him but he had decided he was old enough no make his own choices, but would still keep in mind everything he now knew about Liv. It hadn’t passed much time before Liv was in front of him again. He smiled instinctively and let her walk in front of him as he closed the door.

Pip didn’t know what to say. He was acting pretty strangely but he didn’t mean to. He parted his lips to say something but Liv spoke first and he felt relieved. “The usual. Went back to Hallifax because one of my mates had his birthday, uhm… fixed Ringo’s van, been outdrinking some lads and that’s pretty much it, same routine as always since the day I got here. And well, got a little meeting with Mini.” He ruffled his hair and finally looked over at her. “What about you? I mean… you said you were back at Bristol, like, you’re not living here anymore?” He frowned and already could hear cheering people shouting non-understandable shite.

“Yeah I live in London. Sometimes.” She shrugged it off not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Liv hadn’t told anyone that she moved besides her sisters. She liked being under the radar for the time being. It kept her out of trouble, some of the time. Before Pip could reply about her new housing arrangements. Liv looked up and sat a house with a bunch of kids spilling in and out of it. The crowd wasn’t much younger than they were but still Liv was no impressed. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Maude was there. Maybe the bands would make up for it. She inadvertently took hold of Pip’s hand as they entered the house. The last thing she wanted to do was lose him in the crowd. Her fingers intertwined with his as she pulled him towards the stage. Instruments and hot bodies were all over the place. Liv staged close to Pip and waited for the music to start.

The band began to warm up. It was obvious they were there too early. Mostly because everyone was sober. Liv huffed and leaned into Pip. “Want to find drinks or something?” When she pulled back she raised her eyebrows.

“Lond-” Pip was cut off, looking yo where Liv was. The had found the house and a small smirk appeared on his face. Easy targets for slippy hands. He could take a wallet or two without them noticing, even cigarettes, drugs, anything you could thing off. He did look at their hands but didn’t give it much importance but he had to admit it felt good. Most of the crowd consisted of lads, obviously. He made a face when some guy walked past him and touched him since he was all sweaty. Looking up, he spotted the drums and he sighed. He had always wanted to learn how to play them. The speakers emitted that awful and annoying sound because instruments and amplifiers were being connected.

He chuckled and looked down at Liv, who didn’t see amused.“Yeah, I think we’re going to need them.” Pip smiled at her and turned around, taking her hand again. He pushed people here and there for a couple seconds because it wasn’t that crowded. Once they got to the bar, he let go off her hand and opened his new wallet. He was a bit disappointed since it didn’t have much money but it was going to pay the drinks. “What are you gonna drink? I invite.” He was now inspectioning the bottles and chose a Cuba, whatever. “Want a shirt from the bands? CD’s? Look, they are even selling their pictures.” While the bartender was serving hem, Pip had walked towards some other spot. He found it funny, the pictures looked too simple and almost taken with a cellphone. He took one and lifted it for Liv to see it. “Who wouldn’t want to have the picture of these studs by their beds?” 

Liv cackled at Pip’s comment. They laughed over the pictures until their drinks were handed to them. “Aw no t shirts?” she said picking up the CD’s and posters. She took a sip from her cup. Whatever it was it was strong. Perfect. The lights dimmed and everyone went rushing towards the stage. Liv felt old and out of place but that wouldn’t ruin the fun. “Come on. Let’s go to the front like proper groupies.” She pulled Pip along wrapping one of his arms arond her waist whle they walked together. Mostly because she wanted the pimpled lads to know she was here with someone just in case they decided to make a move.

The first band started up. Liv could tel it was going to be a train wreck by the way the bass player had a band aid on almost every finger. The song started off slow. It wasn’t too bad. But the surrounding crowd was jumping up and down like it was the best thing they’d ever heard. She turned to face Pip and they both laughed at the scene unfolding. Was this what she was like years ago? “Drink up. You’re going to need it,” she yelled to Pip. 

“Be careful with that, son. Those are pictures of my rock star with his buddies.” Pip looked over at the man behind the table and chuckled. “Yeah, well, good luck selling that.” He saluted him and then took his drink. Liv pulled him and he waved the dad, saying goodbye. Yeah, it was true, they were surrounded by people of all ages, he guessed friends and relatives to the lads playing. He remembered that one time he played a The Beatles’ cover with Alo for the family at some Christmas’ party. They were around fourteen maybe. Now he would look for the tape. Pip was astonished. The song was not a bad one and he wanted to maybe hear the lyrics but the singer was almost kissing the microphone. He lifted a brow and looked around. He chuckled and looked at Liv. “Do you think they are even listening?” He downed his drink and turned around to find a lad carrying a tray with big cups of paper. That was the only proper concert thing around the place. He took two and placed the empty glass instead, holding the one he had for Liv as she kept on drinking the one she had.

“So now, stop lying and tell me who you are friends with in here.” He yelled so she could listen and after that, grinned. “Is the bassist, right?” He took a sip of the large cup and remembered Alo’s words. He was curious so he leaned forward to reach Liv’s ear. “Hey, do you know anything about Lancashire? Is there where you are living now?” He was moving his head to the beat, trying to get the best out of this funny experience.

“A’right you got me. It’s the singer. I mean look at that frenching action with the microphone.” Liv finished off her drink in time to hear Pip’s next question. So Alo was talking about Lancashire. The night they both wanted to forget. What was the point in bringing it up to Pip? “Lancashire? You mean the worst holiday with your cousin. Ever. I wanted to get away and he ended up puking on me before the night was over.” Liv shrugged her shoulders. If Alo didn’t remember her coming on to him then neither did she. “No. London. That’s where I stay..” She took the cup from Pip’s hand and took a sip. It was obvious they would’t stay for the whole show. The irony would run out soon and they would turn into two losers sitting around listening to shitty bands. 

“Do you want do dance? Or do you want to hear the rest of the story of me cleaning up after Puke-o Creevey. I’ll spare you the nasty details…”

Liv didn’t wait for an answer. She led Pip to the middle of the crowd and placed his arms around her waist. She danced up against him to the sound of the pubescent lead vocalist now screaming into the microphone. The surrounding crowd didn’t seem to be bothered. Maybe Pip was right and they weren’t actually listening. 

Pip laughed, looking at the singer. He wasn’t that bad but if he wasn’t drinking, he would have fallen asleep awhile ago. He stopped looking at the guy to look at Liv and pay attention to her answer. “Really? So you went there alone with Ringo?” His brows went up. Was that really the reason why Alo had warned him about going there with her? Because he had puked? He puked over everything and about everything. Except porn. “Right…” He nodded. There was something else but Alo wasn’t telling, neither was she. He cleared his throat and tried to forget about it, but he knew he would be thinking of it all day and night long. He let her sip his drink as his gaze was on the band again. When she asked about what he wanted to do, he turned his head towards her, shaking his curls. “Actually–” He was cut off by himself. What was the point on asking her when she was not looking at him, they were moving and screams were almost deaffening? 

Pip looked at Liv’s waist, the place where his hands rested now. It was for half a second before he closed his eyes, looked up and danced along with her, but trying to focus on something else. The guy was screaming and that made him want to laugh but dancing with Liv like this woke the feelings he had shut from the moment he left the place where he was staying at to go and see her. He tried to think it was a different person, some random she could actually dance with without flirting or something, maybe like that friend he had back at home. Soon, they were trapped inside the slam. Pip took hold of Liv and covered her so the stupid drunk ones wouldn’t hit her. He got some punches and pushes. One had been so hard they had moved him and Liv. Next thing Pip’s fist had smacked the lad across the face. He froze, still trying to keep Liv from the crowd, even if those around them had stopped when Pip hit the younger lad. 

Liv saw the boy hit the ground. She looked at Pip’s hand. His knuckles were split and starting to bleed. The crowd around them got even more worked up while over people started fighting for no reason. The band wasn’t exactly playing the soundtrack to a mosh pit but they looked just as excited by the outcome. “We’ve got the get the fuck out of here,” she yelled to Pip. Fists were flying and the last thing she wanted to do was trip and get stepped on. Liv wasn’t petite but she wasn’t going to go up against a crowd on young drunken teens on her own. She maneuvered through the crowd with Pip. The door didn’t seem this far away when they walked in. A glass bottle was slammed against the wall in front of them. A few of the parents were pulling their kids out of the crowds but it was every man for themselves.

They were at the door when Liv felt someone grab for her. She yanked her arm away only to feel herself being scratched as their sharp nails tore down her skin. 

Once they were outside Liv felt like she could finally breath again. She took a deep breath and reached out for Pip. “Are you okay? Shit. Your hand.” She held his hand in hers. It was bruised and bleeding. 

Honestly, Pip didn’t feel the pain in his hand. He was just waiting on the other lad to get up so he could punch him again but he had just started a riot he couldn’t be part of. He came back to earth when he realized he had put Liv in the middle of a huge fight. He turned himself in a human shield as they walked through the crowd. He was startled by the broken glass and he thought of going back and search for the boy to break his face but Liv kept on walking. They were out and Pip was thankful for the air on his face. He didn’t dare to look at her. His hands were at his waist as he walked from right to left, trying to calm himself down. She mentioned his hand and he looked at it. It was surreal since there was no pain despite the obvious bruises. Adrenaline was working its magic.

Pip nodded, not really feeling like touching her so he only glanced at her arm and realized she was hurt as well. “Your arm. Did I–Was it me?” He turned around to face her. It looked worse than his hand. He was still mad and had an idea of why but didn’t want to talk about it. He had a serious expression and took her hand, pulling her away fron that place. He knew where her place was and he didn’t talk until they got to the door. His gaze was down, his hair was a mess and he avoided eye contact if he lifted his head. 

Liv didn’t know what annoyed her more. Pip’s distance or the burning sensation on her arm. The scratch was deep and would leave a mark until it was fully healed. She wished she would have at least gotten a good hit in. Pip didn’t talk. He wouldn’t even look at her. She glanced over at him while they walked but didn’t say anything. They reached her house and Liv stopped before opening the door. “Start talking. Now.” His hand caught her attention again. It needed to be cleaned and iced. Liv took him by the arm and dragged him inside before he spoke. His injury couldn’t wait and neither would she. 

She sat him down on the couch before disappearing to grab the first aid kit. Liv returned with it along with a bag of frozen vegetables. It was the closest thing to ice she found in the freezer, too impatient to actually look. 

“You know it wasn’t you that hurt me ya? It was some bitch at the gig–” She cleaned off the area where his knuckles split then wrapped it with a bandage. Liv placed the ice on top of his hand still holding his hand in hers. “Are you mad at me?”

“Don’t know what you want me to say.” Pip shrugged, finally looking at her, acting as if nothing was happening but it was too late for that. She had noticed it already. Now that he didn’t have anything or anyone to turn to and hit, adrenaline was descending and his knuckles started to hurt. He hissed and shook his hand. The boy he had hit had some hard bones. Next thing he knew, he was inside. Memories came to his mind but he shook them away instantly. He was here, standing in the middle of the living room, staring at his hand, then he was forced to sit down. He was thinking on acting, faking nothing was wrong, let her do whatever she felt like doing with his injury, giver her a hug and leave. That would be the easiest path to walk but keeping with what he felt would only get him sick and bitter. Liv was back and he swallowed. At this moment, he knew he just couldn’t do that. “That looks pretty bad too. You could see some little red stains, see?” He pointed at her arm, trying to drag her attention away from him. As she cleaned him, Pip greitted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. It burned. He shivered when the frozen bag touched his skin nd hissed again, but it actually felt a lot better. “Thanks, really.” He kept on looking at his hand.

The question made him laugh, but it was not a cheerful expression this time. He threw his head backwards, now looking at her face. “Does it actually matter?” He bit his lip until it was white and hurt. “Actually, I don’t know how to answer that.” And it was true. “It’s just that… I want to be friends with you and all but I just– shit. I just can’t, right now.” He laughed hurtfully and cleared his throat. “Dancing with you and all that just made me think loads of things you obviously don’t feel, so, why talk about it? Useless. I know what you’re gonna say anyways. I already know the answer.” His voice was barely audible by the last sentences. Pip cleared his throat again, looking away. He could feel his eyes getting glassy and it was stupid. He wouldn’t give her the joy of seeing him like that.

Liv slowly let go up Pip’s hand. He was upset. More than she imagined. Her first instinct was to get defensive. Which was what she did when he pulled back and folded her arms. “Then why did you agree to hang out with me today?” liv did feel bad. Pip was partially right. If she wasnt so hung up on her unfinished business with Matty then she would be with Pip. She had fun with him. Not to mention he was great in bed. Liv was selfishly hanging on to him. She liked that he still wanted her. Liv wasnt ready him to let him go yet. Pip was safe. He wasnt apart of some all male gang terrorizing the city. He wouldnt just up and leave her or so she hoped. So why was she holding back?

“If it’s so horrible being around me then why are you here?” She sat back on the couch and looked away from him. Her attitude was getting the best of her. It didnt help that she genuinely enjoyed pissing people off. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

Pip took hold of the bag of frozen vegetables since Liv was no longer doing it. She didn’t even have the right to be mad but if she wanted things to be like this, they they would be. She adopted what he had called the Liv fold. She would always fold her arms like that when she was mad or confused. Can you imagine? Pip had already got names for her poses and already knew what she do at times. It was fucked up. Pretty. “Because…” He licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. Yeah, why? Because he was a masochistic twat. “I thought I could handle it, yah? I hadn’t seen you in months so I my logic told me being with you today woudn’t hurt at all.” He rolled his eyes and  clucked. Now that Pandora’s box had been opened, he would be vomiting words, that was for sure. Now he wished Liv hadn’t opened her mouth because he was like a chemical mix. She had just added the wrong element, making it explode. Pip placed the bag on the couch roughly and stood up. He walked around the center table and stopped in front of Liv. He was unamused.

“Why do you just act like a fourteen-year-old? It’s not horrible, Liv, it’s… it’s a fucking torture! Do you want me to tell you? Really? Do you? Okay, here it goes. Don’t know how the fuck it happened, or why, or when, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I…” Pip sighed heavily and turned around, wrapping his hair. “Fuck!” He said out loud, then he repeated it because that action caused his knuckles to burn again. Pip walked away from her but turned around taking long steps, breathing heavy, as if he had been running. “Because I think I fuckin’ love you? Okay? Are you satisfied then? Now you can go and tell Alo and everyone you want to make fun of me with. It shouldn’t had happened but it did and I hate it, I hate it because you don’t feel the same and you never will.” His face was red and was standing just a few inches away from her face. Now it hit him. He had said it, he had really said it. He stared at her and shook his head, cursing again. “You did it, Liv, you did it.” He sniffed and walked towards the stairs, sitting down on the fourth step, his head buried in between his hands. The pain was long forgotten again. 

Pip walked away and Liv sat on the couch stunned. She didn’t follow him. She didn’t know what to say. It was obvious Pip had feelings for her. Liv knew that much. But blokes didn’t fall in love with her. It didn’t happen. She closed her eyes and laid back on the couch. “Fuck…” she spat through gritted teeth. Liv waited a little longer before getting up. She needed time to think and Pip needed time to calm down. When the silence became unsettling, Liv got up and walked over to Pip. She sat down on the third step and faced him. 

Liv wanted to tell him not to be an idiot. She wasn’t the type of person anyone fell in love with. Her own family couldn’t stand her and she lost friends like bobby pins. But she knew how awful unrequited love felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Pip. Her feelings weren’t as strong as his were. She was stuck. The last time she tried the boyfriend scene she ended up making out with Matty on a playground. Danny ended up hating her the way she was sure Pip would. Matty would always be there in the back of her mind no matter what she did. 

“You think we can try talking without you wigging out and me turning into mega bitch?” It took a lot for Liv to hold back nagging about how he should still ice his hand despite how upset he was. 

“We have a good time yeah? You make me laugh. You make me squirm…” she said ducking down trying to meet his eyes. “Why can’t we just do that? Why do we have to move so fast eh?” Liv reached out and touched his uninjured hand. “Like I said I’m no good with relationships. I’m fucked up. But I like being with you. That has to count for something.”

Pip didn’t want to talk. Not because he wanted to be childish or because he was mad, but because he felt his voice would tremble and maybe even cut. He didn’t want that to happen in front of her. His head was still burried in between his legs until he decided it was too much. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and looked down on the ground, biting on his thumb. “You didn’t let me other choice, you were angry already…” His voice was low, just some  semitones above a whisper. Liv basically repeated what she had said the last time they saw each other. He didn’t really want to look her in the eyes or who knows what would happen. He  shook his head slowly. “I never said we had to move fast, I just needed you to know how I feel. One ‘I love you’ is not always the start of a relationship, don’t you think I know that? You… you think I asked for this? Like, I said something like ‘Oh look! I’m gonna shag this girl then have some feelings for her.’” Maybe he was acting a little out of place but he was trying to make her understand. 

“It happens, Liv. I know because I’ve seen it.” Alo came to his mind right away. The day he helped his cousin with Big Blue, they talked about girls, Minerva and Liv to be exact. Their story had started in a similar way but Pip didn’t know that until he talked about Liv. “But it’s not enough, is it?” He sniffed and looked at her, eyes were red and he was trying realy hard to just keep them that way. “I assure you… if you felt for someone what I feel for you, you wouldn’t mind that. You would fucking try to be less fucked up, you would try to be a better person for that someone.” He sniffed again, still being serious and was now worked up. “Like I told you… we could be mates, maybe… but not now. I can’t be mates with someone I love. It’s… it’s fucking impossible.” Pip’s face turned redder and redder but he wouldn’t look away this time. Was it that difficult to try? No, it wasn’t. The answer was simple. She didn’t have feelings for him and he couldn’t force her to, neither did he want it. But it was painful, pretty painful.

His mind sounded made up. Liv backed off and kept her hands to herself. She knew how this would turn out eventually. Giving Pip space would allow him to forget about her. When the time came that he was ready to be mates he wouldn’t even want to be that. Liv sat quiet and stared at the step in front of her. Selfishly enough she wasn’t ready to let Pip go. “You don’t think I try to be less fucked up?” Liv murmured. Her voice was small. When she turned to look at Pip her eyes were glossed over and a tear already ran down her cheek. Liv wiped it away and looked away. “This– this is not okay Pip.” She pushed herself off of the step and walked away. Liv didn’t want to tell him that he was the only person to tell her they loved her in years. It was too embarrassing to admit. Another reason to push him away. 

“You want to know something? You want to know the truth?” She was walking around the flat now cleaning up the miniscule mess they’d made. Liv picked up the first aid kid and wiped her face. “Do you want to know why I can’t love you? Because I’m hung up on a bloke who ditched me years ago for one of my friends.” Her lip started to quiver but she kept going. “He was driving the car that crashed and almost killed me–and my– my friend but I can’t seem to shake him loose.” Liv wiped at her face  and plopped down on the couch. “Don’t tell me you love me. You don’t know the first thing about me. Yes. I’m fucked up. And I’m going to keep being fucked up because it’s the only fucking thing I know how to do.”

“Don’t know. Doesn’t look like it,” Pip was looking down at his knuckles as he cracked them anxiously. He looked up and felt bad, pretty bad instantly. He forgot about how he felt now that Liv was crying. “Li–Liv!” Pip stood up and followed her, The least he wanted to do was make her cry, no matter how hurt he was. He let her walk as he stood near a wall, head tilted down as his foot moved nervously. He listened and stared. That was the most common reason, an expected one. She had been hurt by someone in the past, but years ago? She had feelings for a lad who didn’t treat her right years ago? There was more. She kept the ranting and he let her. When she went quiet, he hit the wall with his fist, not really hard, just to release some tension and feel the burning sensation to replace the emotional pain, nothing serious. Pip closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. “It’s not fair. You’re twisting the plot, you’re making it about yourself and only yourself.” She had a point, but in his eyes, it was more of an excuse.

He emmited a laugh and groaned, nearly pulling the hair out of his head. “Great, now you’re the victim. You think you know me then? Because you know my cousin? Well, I have some news for you, Liv, I’m not him. I’m not choosing anyone over you, less of it, a mate of yours. And for the record, I’ve got the right of free speech so yes, I’m gonna say I love you all the times I fucking want to. I’ll just tell you, being stucked in that little thought of yours is not gonna take that lad back to you.” No matter what he said, she wasn’t going to change her mind. It all was a fucking excuse. “I don’t even know why I’m still here.” His voice cracked and he took his jacket and placed it over his shoulder. He could have rationalized with her but she was married to the wall she had built around her. He wiped his eyes and walked straight to the door. “I honestly hope you find a bloke whom you can really love, give him that opportunity. See you around. Liv.” He gritted his teeth before walking to where she was. He kissed her cheek. “I love you.” And he finally left, closing the door behind him.

[liveloudliv]

Liv picked her head up to watch the door as it closed. The house was the quietest it’d ever been. Her hands were shaking because she was so upset. She could see the head of curly hair walking away just outside of the window. She knew what she wanted to do. Follow him. Shake him and tell him that they were both being stupid. That there was no way she could have him and Matty and for Pip to have just her. But Liv wanted Pip to want her. It was common for her to get what she wanted. Liv walked toward the door and swung her open. She watched as he kept walking, almost out of the estate. Liv balled her fists and followed him, leaving her door wide open. No wonder Agnes didn’t want her staying there. Liv caught up to Pip and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. She didn’t say anything at first. Nothing came to mind. She didn’t know whether to slap him or kiss him. A small shove came first. Then she pushed him a little harder. “You’re such a fucking asshole. You think you’re just going to kiss me on the cheek and walk away. Cut yourself off from me? No. No and– you don’t get to tell me how I feel. Okay? Because I do like you. Yeah I may not love you but I don’t know how to do that shit and you have to deal with that. I’m not some skanky bitch from a romance novel. I’m a fucking human being and you have to realize that.” Liv took a deep breath and began to back off. “Now I want to be your mate and work our way up from there. If you can’t handle that then you don’t love me Creevey. Final offer.”

[pipcreevey-blog]

It was as if his feet were guiding God knows where because Pip didn’t even know where he was going to next. Everything had vanished around him and he was walking absent-mindly, angry with himself because he was crying over a girl who didn’t feel the same. Every time he felt a tear daring to leave his eye, he quickly washed it off adn kept on striding away. Maybe he had even blocked his hearing because one moment he was looking ahead the road and the other, Liv was in front of him, again. He stared before looking up at the sky. She pushed him twice and he only closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. He wouldn’t look at her when she spoke. “Final offer…” He mumbled, looking at her.

“And what am I then, Liv? A fucking dog?” He felt angry, just like when his mother conditioned him to do something he didn’t want. Life didn’t work that way, “And you can’t tell me how to love you, yeah? You’ve practically done it since we met and I don’t know who you’ve been with but I’m not like them. I don’t play the ‘take me or me leave me’ game, yeah? Better get yout head straight.” Pip took hold of her shoulders, his face close to hers but it was expressionless. “What the fuck do you want? I kiss ya and you don’t want it; Ieave and you get mad. You’ve just told me you’re into some lad, that you’ve been into him for ages but you’re not built over a romance novel? Sounds pretty Penelope and Odysseus to me.”

Pip was pretty desperate and angry but trying not to show it. “I can’t, okay? I can’t be mates with someone I love, did ya hear that? At least not fuckin’ now, why can’t you take that? What the hell do ya want from me? You only like the fact I want you, that’s all.” As she wasn’t talking, he licked his lips and let go off her shoulders, but remained in the same position. “Tell me something, then, and I’ll try and figure out if a… friendship can be created from here. You and Alo, that small trip you made. What happened? Because I’m not stupid, yeah? He didn’t mention it just because.”

[liveloudliv]

Liv crossed her arms and huffed. She looked down at her folded, guarded demeanor then dropped her arms to her side. It was hard for her not to be on edge all of the time. But she didn’t want Pip walking away again. She couldn’t get defensive because he was asking for the truth. She looked away from him and shrugged her shoulders. “I had this weird situation with my roommate in London. I needed a break from it. I rung Alo and we decided to go on little road trip. I already told you what happened.” Her eyes met with Pip’s again. Liv was the one claiming she wanted to be friends. That wouldn’t happen if she couldn’t be completely open and honest with him. “And…I sort of came on to him. Just to see if he would do it. It wasn’t serious. He ended up vomiting on me and falling asleep on the floor. Nothing actually happened. Thank God.”

She stared at him. Ready for him to walk away again. He didn’t want to be her friend. But Liv couldn’t help but feel like if she let him leave she was letting something good walk away. It was more than likely she wouldn’t see him again after today if she didn’t stop messing about. 

“Pip. I do like you. A lot. A lot a lot. And I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to fight with you over stupid shit that doesn’t matter. Just stay. For the rest of the day. Please?”

[pipcreevey-blog]

Pip’s heart felt like it was going to get out of his chest. He already know what had happened, it was kind of obvious, but did he really want to hear it? But when she said it, he felt as if she had slapped him with a piece of wood and as if Alo had slept with his wife. He stared at Liv for a moment, hurt as he could be but trying not to let it show. She had added the It wasn’t serious part just to rest importance to it, which didn’t work. What to do, what do to? He just wanted to turn around and leave but then again, he couldn’t, as if Liv was holding him down with a rope. 

But she always managed to convinced Phillip with her poisonous words. It was like a mermaid that bewitched you when it sings. Pip bit in the inside of lip and sighed, looking away. “I don’t know, Liv.” He replied after a moment of being quiet. She was trying, wasn’t she? So it was fair to go back to her place... Doubtful. Now, when seeing at her, Pip could inly see Alo too. Why him? Why was the redhead so appealing for people? But he was in love, which meant he was dumb and helpless and Liv knew how to take advantage of it. He walked closer to her and nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay. For... friendship or... whatever. Just don’t mention what happened with you and my cousin again. It’s weird.” He touched her cheek and headed back to Liv’s house.  

[katiexofitch]

♣ YUCK!!!! @Pip

[katiexofitch]

It had only been a few minutes since her last spliff, and if her various time sources were right, that dealer should still be around. It was shame that the spliff was so good; the stupid thing had her, Katie Fuckin’ Fitch,  inching around some dirty bus station looking for an equally dirty bum. One who refused to show himself no less. 

During her pursuit, she recognized a face that was present during her first buy. He either was next in line or next for the bus. Katie moved closer to the figure to make sure. Yup! Same guy. The colour of his shirt indicated as much. “Oi!” she called. “Did you see the nasty chimp with the beard? I’ve got 20 quid for him.”

“No way… no fucking way… fuck.” Pip was looking inside his backpack for some spliff but it looked like he had run out of it. He had no idea why or how since he ocassionally smoked it. His mind drifted back to the day he had spent with Alo and he narrowed his eyes. He had probably took it, it would be no surprise since the lad was always high, all the time, even if he hadn’t seen him high lately. Anyways, if he wanted some, even some to share with Liv, he had to search for someone who sold it, right? Alo lived too damn far and he didn’t have any other source so he went on asking on the pub and finally got an address, or whatever it was. He had to take some bus, then walk and he was kind of surprised about the environment.

Dirt was everywhere and Pip was wearing his favorite shirt. Back at Halifax, the dealers were clean, what was wrong with this place? He stood there by a post, looking around. He then moved closer to the bus and waited. Somehow he wanted to take his phone our but what if someone came running and stole it? While he was thinking about this, he heard a voice behind him.  It came from a shorter distance so he turned around with furrowed brows and his eyes stopped on a girl. “What? Nasty chimp? No idea of what are you talking about… wait…” He looked around once more. It seemed like he had been here before. Maybe the last time he came here, he was drunk and that was why he didn’t recall. Fuck. The weed must be really good. “Okay, uhm… he better be here soon, right? I have some quid for him as well.” Pip was surprised by the looks of the girl. She didn’t look like a junkie or anything, like, she didn’t fit in this place.

“Huh?” The boy spoke slowly, as if confused or dazed or something of the sort. Katie didn’t trust his judgement. “The question, mate! Did you see him or not?” A yes or no answer for a yes or no question. None of that ‘I hope’ nonsense. She groaned. “Watevz. Guess i’m going home then.” Home, but not for another 30 minutes. Bus 8/9 had already fucked off while she was looking for that greasy fingered fuck. “You said you needed some too right? Help me find him and you can keep your stupid quid.” Katie pointed towards the restrooms. Best case scenario, he was in here taking a wizz but she wasn’t going to be the one to find out. The ginger didn’t have a penis for nothing. “Check the loo, yeah?”

Pip narrowed his eyes and made a face at the girl, someone temperamental it seemed. “Nope, mate.” He said and shook his face, turning back to the front until he heard a groan. One thing he had avoided by leaving college was this, groaning girls he had to bear at the same classroom for a long period of time. She really needed the spliff, maybe that would made her more friendly. Or maybe not, it was just a herb with some substance that made you feel relaxed, didn’t make miracles. “Be my guess…” Pip whispered almost without opening his mouth. The least he wanted was a girl just complaining about everything. But it seemed like she did want him, at least to find the dealer. A laugh escaped his lips and he turned around once more. “Look, uhm… you…” She had no name for now and he wasn’t interested. He knew he could be bossy sometimes, maybe unbearable but he couldn’t stand it from other people, not even girls. “I have no rush to go home and I don’t know why are you so mad but, whatever it is, it’s not my problem, yeah? So cut the shitty attitude and go find him yourself.” He widened his eyes and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.

Yes, he had been rude but she started. Call him stupid or a good person, or someone who just wanted to leave, but the boy found himself looking at the set of toilets, then back at the girl. He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Okay, but I’m just doing a favour to myself and the whole community.” He left his spot and headed towards the place, already feeling disgusted just by imagining the smell. Pip stopped on his feet to look over his shoulder and giving the girl a sign with his head. “Are you coming or what?” He wasn’t a messenger. Okay, now back to business. He entered the men’s room and just stood on his toes for a few seconds to have a look over the doors. A bearded man insulted him and tossed him paper toilet, leaving Pip surprised since he would bet there was any. “What the fuck are you doing, fucking pussy?” Pip was now against the dirty glass, making a face. “No need to insult me… there’s a girl out there looking for you.” Pip smirked and walked outside, hearing the lad rushing inside to get to meet the lucky girl. “Here comes your man.”

“K, fucker.” The boy then went on some shitty rant talking about ‘go find him herself’ or some other shit like that. Whatever. His refusal kept her money in her pocket. “See you later then, you—"Okay, but I’m just doing a favour to myself and the whole community.“—Bipolar twat. “Are you coming or what?”

“Not! Make haste now.” The lad disappeared into the restroom, soon returning with what looked like the bearded bloke. Except…

“That’s not him genius.” Katie snarled. “And don’t take another step towards me  you dirty fuck! Washing your hands, mate? Heard of it?” Whatever he was doing wasn’t finished, which clearly showed on his fingertips. Disgusting. She wouldn’t get the spliff even if this was the correct man.

“Wha’d you say?”

“You’ve heard me. Fuck away! And you; failure, come on, ya? Things still need to be done.“She turned to leave but was stopped by a snarl, followed by a silver blade pointed to her throat. Fucking hell. Bums with knives were her pet peeve. ”You kids wanna play, ay? Piss off ye old man fer kicks but I’m done dealing with little shits like ya, ya hear! Give me ya change sonny, won’t hurt the lass if you’ll be a man.” Well, if that was the case she was sure to be stabbed, because that one wouldn’t save her for shit. Luckily, her fashion choices were on her side. With a swift movement, she slammed her heels into his foot, causing him to back away and hunch over in pain. She darted forward into a stalled bus shouting wildly at the boy behind.

"Just get in here, you dummy! He’ll be up soon.” 

Pip frowned and stared at the redhead. “What do you mean, it is him…” he turned to see the man but honestly, he had no idea who he was. In the state he was when he came, he would never be able to remember the lad’s face. Pip shrugged, he could get some weed elsewhere. The girl had a big mouth and he was not willing to save the princess in case the insults came back at her. “Okay, good luck with your search, then.” Pip turned around and started to walk but it sounded like the man was talking to him so he turned around. A knife? Really? To her throat? Now he had to save her. “First of all, I’m not your son and second, you should find another job then. Haven’t realized 99 per cent of your clientele are ‘kids’?” He was ready to make a move but the girl had other things in mind. Really, why was he here again? This was a extreme and dangerous situation but she brought comedy to it while choosing to run on heels.

 The man was cursing and took a larger knife. Phillip was not stupid so he ran off. The bus was leaving and the girl screaming. Good thing he had long legs. He almost lost it but got into the bus with a jump, took the girl by the arm and searched for an empty seat for her. Once they were settled, him in front of her and looking out the window to make sure the lad wasn’t following, he looked down at her. “Are you insane? You can’t just insult a freaking… guy like that just because you don’t like how he looks. You will not be so lucky every time you decide to throw tantrums like that.” What if her kick had failed? She would be laying on the floor with her throat cut open and little chance to survive. “Good lord.” She had even turned him catholic or christian or whatever.

"Yeah and how was I supposed to know he was going to react like that? I say bad stuff all the time. Not my fault he couldn’t handle it!” Despite her tone, Katie did regret her words, but more so her actions. Why did she have to trust this loser? If anything, it was his fault! He was the one who found the wrong cocaine piper! Stupid! She sighed Anyway, they were safe now. Safe and injury free, thankfully…

Katie searched around the bus. They been onboard for about five minutes, but she had no idea where she was. “Where’s this shit headed?” she asked…..who? Who was she asking? “And what the fuck’s your name? I’m Katie Fitch.” She held out a hand for him to shake. All things considered, she probably shouldn’t make an enemy out of him. Friendship was fucking hard but she would try, just in case some bum tried to stake her again.

[pipcreevey-blog]

Pip stared at her. Bet she was one of those pretentious, daddy’s little girl. She was used to treat people the way she pleased. Phillip wasn’t the best human being but he knew when to be stupid. He looked up once again and seriously, had no idea of where they were heading. “How am I supposed to know? You jumped into this bus, remember?” Pip sighed. Now he was lost as well. Oh, crappy day. He just hoped he would made it alive by night because this day seemed to get worse with every minute. “Uhm… oh, my name. Phillip… George Creevey.” He frowned and shook her hand. He felt like he had to tell her his full name now she had done the same. It was odd. “But almost everyone calls me Pip.” He let go off her hand and smiled softly at her.

Now he had to investigate where they were going. He gripped on the pole and on Katie’s seat as he looked around at people. Every time he was about to ask someone, that person turned around or left the bus. And they were pretty far from the driver to ask him. “How about this? We see where this thing is taking us, like, some kind of blind trip. Or… we simply get out of this, now. I’ve never seen this landscapes before…” His green eyes examined the buildings and trees and people. Being a sort of vagabond wasn’t helping here since he didn’t look for traveling, or meeting new places, just places to sleep, eat and take a shower, that was it.

[katiexofitch]

"Phillip….George? Pip?" Katie wanted to ease off the snide remarks, but by god, he was making it hard. Nothing was wrong with the name, really, though the insults that could follow was just damn spectacular. Anyway, she had more important matters to attend to, like getting the fuck back to Bristol….. 

“Get off here?” Katie scanned her surroundings once more. The area was calm and all that; the landscape was insanely beautiful (and all that) but there was no place to get an iced coffee or caramel tart. “Are you serious? It’s nothing but hillside! When last have you seen a hotel or a payphone, huh? I say, let’s get off when the bus stops at the bus station.” Though how far away was that? A GPS tracker was never too far away, but of course, her cellular had no service. Fucking hell. What sort of backwood, shanty town was this? “Well, what do you propose? You’re not here for your good looks, k babe? You’re really not. ” 

[pipcreevey-blog]

“Oh, because you have a… a… a fucking model back at your place waiting for you with champagne and with his cock all ready, right?” Pip rolled his eyes. Come on, he wasn’t bad looking and could be a proper gentlemen and good in bed. If there was something he hated about girls was them being all stereotypical and shit. Had they seen Bristol’s lads? Most of them didn’t have a tooth or looked like his cousin. “Well, okay, I’ll just take a seat here and I’ll get off when I feel like it and then you go, wait for the bus station and find the man of your dreams, yeah?” He touched her shoulder delicately and went towards the other line of seats, finding an empty one. “Whatever, Katie Fitch. I don’t mind walking. Wouldn’t say the same about your shoes, huh?” He pointed at those weird woman devices on her feet and smirked.

Pip didn’t know who the hell the girl thought she was but she was not going to get what she wanted out of him, really. The bus kept moving and moving and more of the countryside was shown. Pip was getting fun out of looking at her reactions of being surrounded by trees and green areas. He hated nature but he wouldn’t mind it for today just to see her suffering. With his height and her height, he could easily carry her but he would think of that if she stopped being so… unbearable.  

[katiexofitch]

Pip tried to take a piss, but Katie paid him no mind. As far as she was concerned, he was merely a five trying to insult a ten. “That’s all you’ve got? Well, reach for the stars love! And by ‘the stars’ I mean ‘me’: Diamonds.” She blew him a kiss, then returned her attention to the window. Trees, trees, more fucking trees. She asked a patron if he knew where they were headed. He gave her some name, she couldn’t quite place the location but could’ve sworn that she heard it before. In fact, that mountain trail looked familiar too.

“I think I’ve been here before. There’s a funny farm somewhere round or maybe it’s one of those forest reserve…things. Either way, we’ve got a gas station coming up.” It would’ve the perfect time to pop some gum but she had none. Unfortunate. “And why would you want to walk? I sure they’ve shown horror films wherever you’ve crawled out. It’s almost night.” She wouldn’t admit it, but, if Pip got off now, she probably would follow him. Another stranger would do her no good. 

A half-hour later, the station comes into view.“See, there it is!” Perhaps some kind fellow would want to drive her home. Chances of that were….minimal at best. She sighed. “Watevz. We can walk, yeah. If you watch my back and I watch yours. I’m sure we could get back to Bristol without dying.” No, she wasn’t sure, but she did hope.

[pipcreevey-blog]

Pip narrowed his eyes and a playful smile appeared on his face. She wanted to play, he could play and he didn’t mind the public. So when Katie blew him a kiss, he acted as if he had caught it and put his hand on his pelvis. She wanted the not-gentleman-at-all Phillip Creevey? She would have him. He then was basically just merely looking at people coming up and down the bus instead of just letting the princess alone. Once she started to talk, he looked out of the window, A farm? A forest? Wait... they were near the outskirts, meaning he was near his cousin’s place. Thank Newton and all those geniuses. Maybe he could intrude in the farm, sneak into Alo’s old bedroom and have a proper night sleep. “You’ve seen too many shitty films, princess.” Pip said and shrugged. No, he wasn’t scared of walking around on his own. He did it every damn night and he wasn’t a short guy nor was he stupid. The man almost attacking him earlier had been all Katie’s fault. 

Pip was almost falling asleep when her voice made him look out of the window yet again. The bus stopped and he stood up, waiting for the girl by the front stairs as everyone went off by the back ones. “Back to Bristol? This late? That will only happen if you have money to pay a cab. You’re insane if you want to get back just by foot.” Pip jumped out of the bus, waiting for her with his hand extended to help her up but then remembered she had been picking on him so he retired it before she could get to hold it.  

[katiexofitch]

♣ YUCK!!!! @Pip

[katiexofitch]

It had only been a few minutes since her last spliff, and if her various time sources were right, that dealer should still be around. It was shame that the spliff was so good; the stupid thing had her, Katie Fuckin’ Fitch,  inching around some dirty bus station looking for an equally dirty bum. One who refused to show himself no less. 

During her pursuit, she recognized a face that was present during her first buy. He either was next in line or next for the bus. Katie moved closer to the figure to make sure. Yup! Same guy. The colour of his shirt indicated as much. “Oi!” she called. “Did you see the nasty chimp with the beard? I’ve got 20 quid for him.”

“No way… no fucking way… fuck.” Pip was looking inside his backpack for some spliff but it looked like he had run out of it. He had no idea why or how since he ocassionally smoked it. His mind drifted back to the day he had spent with Alo and he narrowed his eyes. He had probably took it, it would be no surprise since the lad was always high, all the time, even if he hadn’t seen him high lately. Anyways, if he wanted some, even some to share with Liv, he had to search for someone who sold it, right? Alo lived too damn far and he didn’t have any other source so he went on asking on the pub and finally got an address, or whatever it was. He had to take some bus, then walk and he was kind of surprised about the environment.

Dirt was everywhere and Pip was wearing his favorite shirt. Back at Halifax, the dealers were clean, what was wrong with this place? He stood there by a post, looking around. He then moved closer to the bus and waited. Somehow he wanted to take his phone our but what if someone came running and stole it? While he was thinking about this, he heard a voice behind him.  It came from a shorter distance so he turned around with furrowed brows and his eyes stopped on a girl. “What? Nasty chimp? No idea of what are you talking about… wait…” He looked around once more. It seemed like he had been here before. Maybe the last time he came here, he was drunk and that was why he didn’t recall. Fuck. The weed must be really good. “Okay, uhm… he better be here soon, right? I have some quid for him as well.” Pip was surprised by the looks of the girl. She didn’t look like a junkie or anything, like, she didn’t fit in this place.

“Huh?” The boy spoke slowly, as if confused or dazed or something of the sort. Katie didn’t trust his judgement. “The question, mate! Did you see him or not?” A yes or no answer for a yes or no question. None of that ‘I hope’ nonsense. She groaned. “Watevz. Guess i’m going home then.” Home, but not for another 30 minutes. Bus 8/9 had already fucked off while she was looking for that greasy fingered fuck. “You said you needed some too right? Help me find him and you can keep your stupid quid.” Katie pointed towards the restrooms. Best case scenario, he was in here taking a wizz but she wasn’t going to be the one to find out. The ginger didn’t have a penis for nothing. “Check the loo, yeah?”

Pip narrowed his eyes and made a face at the girl, someone temperamental it seemed. “Nope, mate.” He said and shook his face, turning back to the front until he heard a groan. One thing he had avoided by leaving college was this, groaning girls he had to bear at the same classroom for a long period of time. She really needed the spliff, maybe that would made her more friendly. Or maybe not, it was just a herb with some substance that made you feel relaxed, didn’t make miracles. “Be my guess…” Pip whispered almost without opening his mouth. The least he wanted was a girl just complaining about everything. But it seemed like she did want him, at least to find the dealer. A laugh escaped his lips and he turned around once more. “Look, uhm… you…” She had no name for now and he wasn’t interested. He knew he could be bossy sometimes, maybe unbearable but he couldn’t stand it from other people, not even girls. “I have no rush to go home and I don’t know why are you so mad but, whatever it is, it’s not my problem, yeah? So cut the shitty attitude and go find him yourself.” He widened his eyes and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.

Yes, he had been rude but she started. Call him stupid or a good person, or someone who just wanted to leave, but the boy found himself looking at the set of toilets, then back at the girl. He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Okay, but I’m just doing a favour to myself and the whole community.” He left his spot and headed towards the place, already feeling disgusted just by imagining the smell. Pip stopped on his feet to look over his shoulder and giving the girl a sign with his head. “Are you coming or what?” He wasn’t a messenger. Okay, now back to business. He entered the men’s room and just stood on his toes for a few seconds to have a look over the doors. A bearded man insulted him and tossed him paper toilet, leaving Pip surprised since he would bet there was any. “What the fuck are you doing, fucking pussy?” Pip was now against the dirty glass, making a face. “No need to insult me… there’s a girl out there looking for you.” Pip smirked and walked outside, hearing the lad rushing inside to get to meet the lucky girl. “Here comes your man.”

“K, fucker.” The boy then went on some shitty rant talking about ‘go find him herself’ or some other shit like that. Whatever. His refusal kept her money in her pocket. “See you later then, you—"Okay, but I’m just doing a favour to myself and the whole community.“—Bipolar twat. "Are you coming or what?”

“Not! Make haste now.” The lad disappeared into the restroom, soon returning with what looked like the bearded bloke. Except…

“That’s not him genius.” Katie snarled. “And don’t take another step towards me  you dirty fuck! Washing your hands, mate? Heard of it?” Whatever he was doing wasn’t finished, which clearly showed on his fingertips. Disgusting. She wouldn’t get the spliff even if this was the correct man.

“Wha’d you say?”

“You’ve heard me. Fuck away! And you; failure, come on, ya? Things still need to be done."She turned to leave but was stopped by a snarl, followed by a silver blade pointed to her throat. Fucking hell. Bums with knives were her pet peeve. ”You kids wanna play, ay? Piss off ye old man fer kicks but I’m done dealing with little shits like ya, ya hear! Give me ya change sonny, won’t hurt the lass if you’ll be a man.” Well, if that was the case she was sure to be stabbed, because that one wouldn’t save her for shit. Luckily, her fashion choices were on her side. With a swift movement, she slammed her heels into his foot, causing him to back away and hunch over in pain. She darted forward into a stalled bus shouting wildly at the boy behind.

"Just get in here, you dummy! He’ll be up soon.” 

Pip frowned and stared at the redhead. “What do you mean, it is him…” he turned to see the man but honestly, he had no idea who he was. In the state he was when he came, he would never be able to remember the lad’s face. Pip shrugged, he could get some weed elsewhere. The girl had a big mouth and he was not willing to save the princess in case the insults came back at her. “Okay, good luck with your search, then.” Pip turned around and started to walk but it sounded like the man was talking to him so he turned around. A knife? Really? To her throat? Now he had to save her. “First of all, I’m not your son and second, you should find another job then. Haven’t realized 99 per cent of your clientele are ‘kids’?” He was ready to make a move but the girl had other things in mind. Really, why was he here again? This was a extreme and dangerous situation but she brought comedy to it while choosing to run on heels.

 The man was cursing and took a larger knife. Phillip was not stupid so he ran off. The bus was leaving and the girl screaming. Good thing he had long legs. He almost lost it but got into the bus with a jump, took the girl by the arm and searched for an empty seat for her. Once they were settled, him in front of her and looking out the window to make sure the lad wasn’t following, he looked down at her. “Are you insane? You can’t just insult a freaking… guy like that just because you don’t like how he looks. You will not be so lucky every time you decide to throw tantrums like that.” What if her kick had failed? She would be laying on the floor with her throat cut open and little chance to survive. “Good lord.” She had even turned him catholic or christian or whatever.

"Yeah and how was I supposed to know he was going to react like that? I say bad stuff all the time. Not my fault he couldn’t handle it!” Despite her tone, Katie did regret her words, but more so her actions. Why did she have to trust this loser? If anything, it was his fault! He was the one who found the wrong cocaine piper! Stupid! She sighed Anyway, they were safe now. Safe and injury free, thankfully…

Katie searched around the bus. They been onboard for about five minutes, but she had no idea where she was. “Where’s this shit headed?” she asked…..who? Who was she asking? “And what the fuck’s your name? I’m Katie Fitch.” She held out a hand for him to shake. All things considered, she probably shouldn’t make an enemy out of him. Friendship was fucking hard but she would try, just in case some bum tried to stake her again.

[pipcreevey-blog]

Pip stared at her. Bet she was one of those pretentious, daddy’s little girl. She was used to treat people the way she pleased. Phillip wasn’t the best human being but he knew when to be stupid. He looked up once again and seriously, had no idea of where they were heading. “How am I supposed to know? You jumped into this bus, remember?” Pip sighed. Now he was lost as well. Oh, crappy day. He just hoped he would made it alive by night because this day seemed to get worse with every minute. “Uhm… oh, my name. Phillip… George Creevey.” He frowned and shook her hand. He felt like he had to tell her his full name now she had done the same. It was odd. “But almost everyone calls me Pip.” He let go off her hand and smiled softly at her.

Now he had to investigate where they were going. He gripped on the pole and on Katie’s seat as he looked around at people. Every time he was about to ask someone, that person turned around or left the bus. And they were pretty far from the driver to ask him. “How about this? We see where this thing is taking us, like, some kind of blind trip. Or… we simply get out of this, now. I’ve never seen this landscapes before…” His green eyes examined the buildings and trees and people. Being a sort of vagabond wasn’t helping here since he didn’t look for traveling, or meeting new places, just places to sleep, eat and take a shower, that was it.

[katiexofitch]

"Phillip….George? Pip?" Katie wanted to ease off the snide remarks, but by god, he was making it hard. Nothing was wrong with the name, really, though the insults that could follow was just damn spectacular. Anyway, she had more important matters to attend to, like getting the fuck back to Bristol….. 

“Get off here?” Katie scanned her surroundings once more. The area was calm and all that; the landscape was insanely beautiful (and all that) but there was no place to get an iced coffee or caramel tart. “Are you serious? It’s nothing but hillside! When last have you seen a hotel or a payphone, huh? I say, let’s get off when the bus stops at the bus station.” Though how far away was that? A GPS tracker was never too far away, but of course, her cellular had no service. Fucking hell. What sort of backwood, shanty town was this? “Well, what do you propose? You’re not here for your good looks, k babe? You’re really not. ” 

[pipcreevey-blog]

“Oh, because you have a... a... a fucking model back at your place waiting for you with champagne and with his cock all ready, right?” Pip rolled his eyes. Come on, he wasn’t bad looking and could be a proper gentlemen and good in bed. If there was something he hated about girls was them being all stereotypical and shit. Had they seen Bristol’s lads? Most of them didn’t have a tooth or looked like his cousin. “Well, okay, I’ll just take a seat here and I’ll get off when I feel like it and then you go, wait for the bus station and find the man of your dreams, yeah?” He touched her shoulder delicately and went towards the other line of seats, finding an empty one. “Watever, Katie Fitch. I don’t mind walking. Wouldn’t say the same about your shoes, huh?” He pointed at those weird woman devices on her feet and smirked.

Pip didn’t know who the hell the girl thought she was but she was not going to get what she wanted out of him, really. The bus kept moving and moving and more of the countryside was shown. Pip was getting fun out of looking at her reactions of being surrounded by trees and green areas. He hated nature but he wouldn’t mind it for today just to see her suffering. With his height and her height, he could easily carry her but he would think of that if she stopped being so... unbearable.  

[mis-5minutos-de-yaoi]

[pipcreevey-blog]

Self Control | @Liv

[pipcreevey-blog]

liveloudliv:

Pip was cursing himself for being on his way to Liv’s place. In fact, he had been cursing himself since he had answered her text. There was nothing wrong with her… well, yes, she was not interested in nothing else than a friendship, friends with benefits and all that, a fantasy Phillip was not ready to fullfill because, even if he didn’t mean to, he had feelings for her. They were not that strong but they were there and it was annoying. He kept in mind all of the advices his cousin had given him and he elt pretty stupid since it was a girl after all, a girl he already knew… a lot more than he had expected. But here he was anyways, still wondering if bringing something would be a good idea. Before he could decide, he was already a few meters away from the door.

He didn’t remember the flat looked like this, maybe because he wasn’t paying attention last time he was here. Pip looked up. A window. Some crazy and cheesy idea crept in his mind but he shook the thought away. He had asked Alo for some advice but his cousin was a douche so he got mad and shoved his phone back inside his pocket. Now he was thinking of texting one of his mates that knew about the traumatic event he had gone through at the costumes party… he hadn’t seen her since then. But asking more people for advice was a waste of time and it made him feel more of a jerk so he stopped. With a sigh, Pip walked closer to the door, tried to keep it cool and knocked on the door.

Liv was spending the week in Bristol with her sisters. The girls were able to stomach spending time with each other now that they didn’t live together. Bella was always off with her boyfriend and Liv was living in east London. Maude had a little boyfriend of her own now. Some kid with glasses that watched just as much scifi as she did. She’d stopped asking about their mum and when she was coming home from her soul searching and Liv stopped making up answers. Agnes had been gone for months now and they were all living their own lives.

Telling Pip to meet her at her mum’s flat instead of east London was saving him a trip and not to mention the possibility of running into Cook and Charlie. Liv wasn’t a fan of Charlie and obviously Pip wasn’t too fond of Cook. Besides it was nice to be home for a little bit in a familiar city. Liv had the house to herself. Bella was out shopping with her beau and Maude was at a film festival with hers. It didn’t bother Liv that she was single. In fact she was more anxious when she was in a relationship. She found it hard to trust her partner when she couldn’t trust herself. Not to mention she wasn’t looking forward to a Matty repeat any time soon.

A knock sounded on the door. Liv jumped up from her place on the couch and swung the front door open. The curly haired Creevey stood on the other side with a nervous smile on his face. Liv leaned against the door threshold and folded her arms. “Are we staying in or going out?” She knew that he was still apprehensive about the whole situation so she wouldn’t push him too far just yet. “There’s a small battle of the bands going down a few blocks from here. Or we can watcha movie. Your pick.”

He didn’t even got time to run if he regreted since Liv opened the door fast. Pip tried to keep it cool and he could do it, just needed to keep his head in the game and be her mate. Still, being in here, standing in front of her was a bit awkward. Nope, not a bit, it was really awkward. He didn’t expect the first question, not even a hello so he was struggling with his answer. “I… uhm… I don’t know? I mean, I thought you had an idea already. That battle of the bands sounds interesting but only if you fancy to go… I have no problem with staying here… why? Is someon home?” He looked inside but he couldn’t even see Ziggy. Watching a film sounded dangerous, unless he sat on the floor and away from her. No. Why was he thinking like this? They had spent two days together and that was it. She wasn’t a rapist and neither was he so he had to stop the childish and erotic thoughts now. If he didn’t want anything to happen, it wouldn’t. If she didn’t, the same. Nice and easy.

“Didn’t know you were into bands. Did you get to know my cousin’s? It was like, a huge topic in family dinners that he had a band, not really surprising since all our uncles and my dad were in some. Anyways…” He sighed and chuckled. He was talking too fast and probably about stuff Liv was not interested in. “Do you want loud music and drinks or a nice volume and… drinks as well? I’m good with either, really.”

Pip was nervous. Liv nodded along while he spoke trying to hide that fact that she found it adorable. Her eyes traveled up to his hair that she loved so much then down to his lips. She was concentrated on his eyes again by the time he stopped rambling. “We could go see a few bands first and then watch a movie. Unless you have something else to do later.” The house was completely empty. Which would have been a great time to sit down and watch a movie with no interruptions. But Liv was more likely to make a move whether it was intentional or not. “I’m just going to grab my coat, okay?” she said gesturing back inside of the house. Liv left Pip in the open door way while she ran upstairs grabbing something that most likely belonged to Bella.

Liv was down the stairs and out of the house in no time. She walked alongside Pip noticing the way he didn’t hold eye contact with her for too long. The contest was at some house just a block up the road. More than likely it was a bunch of college kids but Liv didn’t mind. It was an excuse to dance and have fun. Hopefully Pip would calm down by the time they made it back to her place. “So what have you been getting into lately? Anything fun?”

“Okay, I like that idea. And nope, nothing.” He shrugged. He could make up an excuse but there was no point on doing so. He just hoped Liv didn’t get it as he was dying to spend more time with her. He nodded with a smile and waited by the frame with a big smile on his face because he had stared at her while she walked away. Alo’s texts were still confusing him but he had decided he was old enough no make his own choices, but would still keep in mind everything he now knew about Liv. It hadn’t passed much time before Liv was in front of him again. He smiled instinctively and let her walk in front of him as he closed the door.

Pip didn’t know what to say. He was acting pretty strangely but he didn’t mean to. He parted his lips to say something but Liv spoke first and he felt relieved. “The usual. Went back to Hallifax because one of my mates had his birthday, uhm… fixed Ringo’s van, been outdrinking some lads and that’s pretty much it, same routine as always since the day I got here. And well, got a little meeting with Mini.” He ruffled his hair and finally looked over at her. “What about you? I mean… you said you were back at Bristol, like, you’re not living here anymore?” He frowned and already could hear cheering people shouting non-understandable shite.

“Yeah I live in London. Sometimes.” She shrugged it off not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Liv hadn’t told anyone that she moved besides her sisters. She liked being under the radar for the time being. It kept her out of trouble, some of the time. Before Pip could reply about her new housing arrangements. Liv looked up and sat a house with a bunch of kids spilling in and out of it. The crowd wasn’t much younger than they were but still Liv was no impressed. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Maude was there. Maybe the bands would make up for it. She inadvertently took hold of Pip’s hand as they entered the house. The last thing she wanted to do was lose him in the crowd. Her fingers intertwined with his as she pulled him towards the stage. Instruments and hot bodies were all over the place. Liv staged close to Pip and waited for the music to start.

The band began to warm up. It was obvious they were there too early. Mostly because everyone was sober. Liv huffed and leaned into Pip. “Want to find drinks or something?” When she pulled back she raised her eyebrows.

“Lond-” Pip was cut off, looking yo where Liv was. The had found the house and a small smirk appeared on his face. Easy targets for slippy hands. He could take a wallet or two without them noticing, even cigarettes, drugs, anything you could thing off. He did look at their hands but didn’t give it much importance but he had to admit it felt good. Most of the crowd consisted of lads, obviously. He made a face when some guy walked past him and touched him since he was all sweaty. Looking up, he spotted the drums and he sighed. He had always wanted to learn how to play them. The speakers emitted that awful and annoying sound because instruments and amplifiers were being connected.

He chuckled and looked down at Liv, who didn’t see amused.“Yeah, I think we’re going to need them.” Pip smiled at her and turned around, taking her hand again. He pushed people here and there for a couple seconds because it wasn’t that crowded. Once they got to the bar, he let go off her hand and opened his new wallet. He was a bit disappointed since it didn’t have much money but it was going to pay the drinks. “What are you gonna drink? I invite.” He was now inspectioning the bottles and chose a Cuba, whatever. “Want a shirt from the bands? CD’s? Look, they are even selling their pictures.” While the bartender was serving hem, Pip had walked towards some other spot. He found it funny, the pictures looked too simple and almost taken with a cellphone. He took one and lifted it for Liv to see it. “Who wouldn’t want to have the picture of these studs by their beds?” 

Liv cackled at Pip’s comment. They laughed over the pictures until their drinks were handed to them. “Aw no t shirts?” she said picking up the CD’s and posters. She took a sip from her cup. Whatever it was it was strong. Perfect. The lights dimmed and everyone went rushing towards the stage. Liv felt old and out of place but that wouldn’t ruin the fun. “Come on. Let’s go to the front like proper groupies.” She pulled Pip along wrapping one of his arms arond her waist whle they walked together. Mostly because she wanted the pimpled lads to know she was here with someone just in case they decided to make a move.

The first band started up. Liv could tel it was going to be a train wreck by the way the bass player had a band aid on almost every finger. The song started off slow. It wasn’t too bad. But the surrounding crowd was jumping up and down like it was the best thing they’d ever heard. She turned to face Pip and they both laughed at the scene unfolding. Was this what she was like years ago? “Drink up. You’re going to need it,” she yelled to Pip. 

“Be careful with that, son. Those are pictures of my rock star with his buddies.” Pip looked over at the man behind the table and chuckled. “Yeah, well, good luck selling that.” He saluted him and then took his drink. Liv pulled him and he waved the dad, saying goodbye. Yeah, it was true, they were surrounded by people of all ages, he guessed friends and relatives to the lads playing. He remembered that one time he played a The Beatles’ cover with Alo for the family at some Christmas’ party. They were around fourteen maybe. Now he would look for the tape. Pip was astonished. The song was not a bad one and he wanted to maybe hear the lyrics but the singer was almost kissing the microphone. He lifted a brow and looked around. He chuckled and looked at Liv. “Do you think they are even listening?” He downed his drink and turned around to find a lad carrying a tray with big cups of paper. That was the only proper concert thing around the place. He took two and placed the empty glass instead, holding the one he had for Liv as she kept on drinking the one she had.

“So now, stop lying and tell me who you are friends with in here.” He yelled so she could listen and after that, grinned. “Is the bassist, right?” He took a sip of the large cup and remembered Alo’s words. He was curious so he leaned forward to reach Liv’s ear. “Hey, do you know anything about Lancashire? Is there where you are living now?” He was moving his head to the beat, trying to get the best out of this funny experience.

“A’right you got me. It’s the singer. I mean look at that frenching action with the microphone.” Liv finished off her drink in time to hear Pip’s next question. So Alo was talking about Lancashire. The night they both wanted to forget. What was the point in bringing it up to Pip? “Lancashire? You mean the worst holiday with your cousin. Ever. I wanted to get away and he ended up puking on me before the night was over.” Liv shrugged her shoulders. If Alo didn’t remember her coming on to him then neither did she. “No. London. That’s where I stay..” She took the cup from Pip’s hand and took a sip. It was obvious they would’t stay for the whole show. The irony would run out soon and they would turn into two losers sitting around listening to shitty bands. 

“Do you want do dance? Or do you want to hear the rest of the story of me cleaning up after Puke-o Creevey. I’ll spare you the nasty details…”

Liv didn’t wait for an answer. She led Pip to the middle of the crowd and placed his arms around her waist. She danced up against him to the sound of the pubescent lead vocalist now screaming into the microphone. The surrounding crowd didn’t seem to be bothered. Maybe Pip was right and they weren’t actually listening. 

Pip laughed, looking at the singer. He wasn’t that bad but if he wasn’t drinking, he would have fallen asleep awhile ago. He stopped looking at the guy to look at Liv and pay attention to her answer. “Really? So you went there alone with Ringo?” His brows went up. Was that really the reason why Alo had warned him about going there with her? Because he had puked? He puked over everything and about everything. Except porn. “Right…” He nodded. There was something else but Alo wasn’t telling, neither was she. He cleared his throat and tried to forget about it, but he knew he would be thinking of it all day and night long. He let her sip his drink as his gaze was on the band again. When she asked about what he wanted to do, he turned his head towards her, shaking his curls. “Actually–” He was cut off by himself. What was the point on asking her when she was not looking at him, they were moving and screams were almost deaffening? 

Pip looked at Liv’s waist, the place where his hands rested now. It was for half a second before he closed his eyes, looked up and danced along with her, but trying to focus on something else. The guy was screaming and that made him want to laugh but dancing with Liv like this woke the feelings he had shut from the moment he left the place where he was staying at to go and see her. He tried to think it was a different person, some random she could actually dance with without flirting or something, maybe like that friend he had back at home. Soon, they were trapped inside the slam. Pip took hold of Liv and covered her so the stupid drunk ones wouldn’t hit her. He got some punches and pushes. One had been so hard they had moved him and Liv. Next thing Pip’s fist had smacked the lad across the face. He froze, still trying to keep Liv from the crowd, even if those around them had stopped when Pip hit the younger lad. 

Liv saw the boy hit the ground. She looked at Pip’s hand. His knuckles were split and starting to bleed. The crowd around them got even more worked up while over people started fighting for no reason. The band wasn’t exactly playing the soundtrack to a mosh pit but they looked just as excited by the outcome. “We’ve got the get the fuck out of here,” she yelled to Pip. Fists were flying and the last thing she wanted to do was trip and get stepped on. Liv wasn’t petite but she wasn’t going to go up against a crowd on young drunken teens on her own. She maneuvered through the crowd with Pip. The door didn’t seem this far away when they walked in. A glass bottle was slammed against the wall in front of them. A few of the parents were pulling their kids out of the crowds but it was every man for themselves.

They were at the door when Liv felt someone grab for her. She yanked her arm away only to feel herself being scratched as their sharp nails tore down her skin. 

Once they were outside Liv felt like she could finally breath again. She took a deep breath and reached out for Pip. “Are you okay? Shit. Your hand.” She held his hand in hers. It was bruised and bleeding. 

Honestly, Pip didn’t feel the pain in his hand. He was just waiting on the other lad to get up so he could punch him again but he had just started a riot he couldn’t be part of. He came back to earth when he realized he had put Liv in the middle of a huge fight. He turned himself in a human shield as they walked through the crowd. He was startled by the broken glass and he thought of going back and search for the boy to break his face but Liv kept on walking. They were out and Pip was thankful for the air on his face. He didn’t dare to look at her. His hands were at his waist as he walked from right to left, trying to calm himself down. She mentioned his hand and he looked at it. It was surreal since there was no pain despite the obvious bruises. Adrenaline was working its magic.

Pip nodded, not really feeling like touching her so he only glanced at her arm and realized she was hurt as well. “Your arm. Did I–Was it me?” He turned around to face her. It looked worse than his hand. He was still mad and had an idea of why but didn’t want to talk about it. He had a serious expression and took her hand, pulling her away fron that place. He knew where her place was and he didn’t talk until they got to the door. His gaze was down, his hair was a mess and he avoided eye contact if he lifted his head. 

Liv didn’t know what annoyed her more. Pip’s distance or the burning sensation on her arm. The scratch was deep and would leave a mark until it was fully healed. She wished she would have at least gotten a good hit in. Pip didn’t talk. He wouldn’t even look at her. She glanced over at him while they walked but didn’t say anything. They reached her house and Liv stopped before opening the door. “Start talking. Now.” His hand caught her attention again. It needed to be cleaned and iced. Liv took him by the arm and dragged him inside before he spoke. His injury couldn’t wait and neither would she. 

She sat him down on the couch before disappearing to grab the first aid kit. Liv returned with it along with a bag of frozen vegetables. It was the closest thing to ice she found in the freezer, too impatient to actually look. 

“You know it wasn’t you that hurt me ya? It was some bitch at the gig–” She cleaned off the area where his knuckles split then wrapped it with a bandage. Liv placed the ice on top of his hand still holding his hand in hers. “Are you mad at me?”

“Don’t know what you want me to say.” Pip shrugged, finally looking at her, acting as if nothing was happening but it was too late for that. She had noticed it already. Now that he didn’t have anything or anyone to turn to and hit, adrenaline was descending and his knuckles started to hurt. He hissed and shook his hand. The boy he had hit had some hard bones. Next thing he knew, he was inside. Memories came to his mind but he shook them away instantly. He was here, standing in the middle of the living room, staring at his hand, then he was forced to sit down. He was thinking on acting, faking nothing was wrong, let her do whatever she felt like doing with his injury, giver her a hug and leave. That would be the easiest path to walk but keeping with what he felt would only get him sick and bitter. Liv was back and he swallowed. At this moment, he knew he just couldn’t do that. “That looks pretty bad too. You could see some little red stains, see?” He pointed at her arm, trying to drag her attention away from him. As she cleaned him, Pip greitted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. It burned. He shivered when the frozen bag touched his skin nd hissed again, but it actually felt a lot better. “Thanks, really.” He kept on looking at his hand.

The question made him laugh, but it was not a cheerful expression this time. He threw his head backwards, now looking at her face. “Does it actually matter?” He bit his lip until it was white and hurt. “Actually, I don’t know how to answer that.” And it was true. “It’s just that… I want to be friends with you and all but I just– shit. I just can’t, right now.” He laughed hurtfully and cleared his throat. “Dancing with you and all that just made me think loads of things you obviously don’t feel, so, why talk about it? Useless. I know what you’re gonna say anyways. I already know the answer.” His voice was barely audible by the last sentences. Pip cleared his throat again, looking away. He could feel his eyes getting glassy and it was stupid. He wouldn’t give her the joy of seeing him like that.

Liv slowly let go up Pip’s hand. He was upset. More than she imagined. Her first instinct was to get defensive. Which was what she did when he pulled back and folded her arms. “Then why did you agree to hang out with me today?” liv did feel bad. Pip was partially right. If she wasnt so hung up on her unfinished business with Matty then she would be with Pip. She had fun with him. Not to mention he was great in bed. Liv was selfishly hanging on to him. She liked that he still wanted her. Liv wasnt ready him to let him go yet. Pip was safe. He wasnt apart of some all male gang terrorizing the city. He wouldnt just up and leave her or so she hoped. So why was she holding back?

“If it’s so horrible being around me then why are you here?” She sat back on the couch and looked away from him. Her attitude was getting the best of her. It didnt help that she genuinely enjoyed pissing people off. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

Pip took hold of the bag of frozen vegetables since Liv was no longer doing it. She didn’t even have the right to be mad but if she wanted things to be like this, they they would be. She adopted what he had called the Liv fold. She would always fold her arms like that when she was mad or confused. Can you imagine? Pip had already got names for her poses and already knew what she do at times. It was fucked up. Pretty. “Because…” He licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. Yeah, why? Because he was a masochistic twat. “I thought I could handle it, yah? I hadn’t seen you in months so I my logic told me being with you today woudn’t hurt at all.” He rolled his eyes and  clucked. Now that Pandora’s box had been opened, he would be vomiting words, that was for sure. Now he wished Liv hadn’t opened her mouth because he was like a chemical mix. She had just added the wrong element, making it explode. Pip placed the bag on the couch roughly and stood up. He walked around the center table and stopped in front of Liv. He was unamused.

“Why do you just act like a fourteen-year-old? It’s not horrible, Liv, it’s… it’s a fucking torture! Do you want me to tell you? Really? Do you? Okay, here it goes. Don’t know how the fuck it happened, or why, or when, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I…” Pip sighed heavily and turned around, wrapping his hair. “Fuck!” He said out loud, then he repeated it because that action caused his knuckles to burn again. Pip walked away from her but turned around taking long steps, breathing heavy, as if he had been running. “Because I think I fuckin’ love you? Okay? Are you satisfied then? Now you can go and tell Alo and everyone you want to make fun of me with. It shouldn’t had happened but it did and I hate it, I hate it because you don’t feel the same and you never will.” His face was red and was standing just a few inches away from her face. Now it hit him. He had said it, he had really said it. He stared at her and shook his head, cursing again. “You did it, Liv, you did it.” He sniffed and walked towards the stairs, sitting down on the fourth step, his head buried in between his hands. The pain was long forgotten again. 

Pip walked away and Liv sat on the couch stunned. She didn’t follow him. She didn’t know what to say. It was obvious Pip had feelings for her. Liv knew that much. But blokes didn’t fall in love with her. It didn’t happen. She closed her eyes and laid back on the couch. “Fuck…” she spat through gritted teeth. Liv waited a little longer before getting up. She needed time to think and Pip needed time to calm down. When the silence became unsettling, Liv got up and walked over to Pip. She sat down on the third step and faced him. 

Liv wanted to tell him not to be an idiot. She wasn’t the type of person anyone fell in love with. Her own family couldn’t stand her and she lost friends like bobby pins. But she knew how awful unrequited love felt. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Pip. Her feelings weren’t as strong as his were. She was stuck. The last time she tried the boyfriend scene she ended up making out with Matty on a playground. Danny ended up hating her the way she was sure Pip would. Matty would always be there in the back of her mind no matter what she did. 

“You think we can try talking without you wigging out and me turning into mega bitch?” It took a lot for Liv to hold back nagging about how he should still ice his hand despite how upset he was. 

“We have a good time yeah? You make me laugh. You make me squirm…” she said ducking down trying to meet his eyes. “Why can’t we just do that? Why do we have to move so fast eh?” Liv reached out and touched his uninjured hand. “Like I said I’m no good with relationships. I’m fucked up. But I like being with you. That has to count for something.”

Pip didn’t want to talk. Not because he wanted to be childish or because he was mad, but because he felt his voice would tremble and maybe even cut. He didn’t want that to happen in front of her. His head was still burried in between his legs until he decided it was too much. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and looked down on the ground, biting on his thumb. “You didn’t let me other choice, you were angry already…” His voice was low, just some  semitones above a whisper. Liv basically repeated what she had said the last time they saw each other. He didn’t really want to look her in the eyes or who knows what would happen. He  shook his head slowly. “I never said we had to move fast, I just needed you to know how I feel. One ‘I love you’ is not always the start of a relationship, don’t you think I know that? You… you think I asked for this? Like, I said something like ‘Oh look! I’m gonna shag this girl then have some feelings for her.’” Maybe he was acting a little out of place but he was trying to make her understand. 

“It happens, Liv. I know because I’ve seen it.” Alo came to his mind right away. The day he helped his cousin with Big Blue, they talked about girls, Minerva and Liv to be exact. Their story had started in a similar way but Pip didn’t know that until he talked about Liv. “But it’s not enough, is it?” He sniffed and looked at her, eyes were red and he was trying realy hard to just keep them that way. “I assure you… if you felt for someone what I feel for you, you wouldn’t mind that. You would fucking try to be less fucked up, you would try to be a better person for that someone.” He sniffed again, still being serious and was now worked up. “Like I told you… we could be mates, maybe… but not now. I can’t be mates with someone I love. It’s… it’s fucking impossible.” Pip’s face turned redder and redder but he wouldn’t look away this time. Was it that difficult to try? No, it wasn’t. The answer was simple. She didn’t have feelings for him and he couldn’t force her to, neither did he want it. But it was painful, pretty painful.

His mind sounded made up. Liv backed off and kept her hands to herself. She knew how this would turn out eventually. Giving Pip space would allow him to forget about her. When the time came that he was ready to be mates he wouldn’t even want to be that. Liv sat quiet and stared at the step in front of her. Selfishly enough she wasn’t ready to let Pip go. “You don’t think I try to be less fucked up?” Liv murmured. Her voice was small. When she turned to look at Pip her eyes were glossed over and a tear already ran down her cheek. Liv wiped it away and looked away. “This– this is not okay Pip.” She pushed herself off of the step and walked away. Liv didn’t want to tell him that he was the only person to tell her they loved her in years. It was too embarrassing to admit. Another reason to push him away. 

“You want to know something? You want to know the truth?” She was walking around the flat now cleaning up the miniscule mess they’d made. Liv picked up the first aid kid and wiped her face. “Do you want to know why I can’t love you? Because I’m hung up on a bloke who ditched me years ago for one of my friends.” Her lip started to quiver but she kept going. “He was driving the car that crashed and almost killed me–and my– my friend but I can’t seem to shake him loose.” Liv wiped at her face  and plopped down on the couch. “Don’t tell me you love me. You don’t know the first thing about me. Yes. I’m fucked up. And I’m going to keep being fucked up because it’s the only fucking thing I know how to do.”

“Don’t know. Doesn’t look like it,” Pip was looking down at his knuckles as he cracked them anxiously. He looked up and felt bad, pretty bad instantly. He forgot about how he felt now that Liv was crying. “Li–Liv!” Pip stood up and followed her, The least he wanted to do was make her cry, no matter how hurt he was. He let her walk as he stood near a wall, head tilted down as his foot moved nervously. He listened and stared. That was the most common reason, an expected one. She had been hurt by someone in the past, but years ago? She had feelings for a lad who didn’t treat her right years ago? There was more. She kept the ranting and he let her. When she went quiet, he hit the wall with his fist, not really hard, just to release some tension and feel the burning sensation to replace the emotional pain, nothing serious. Pip closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. “It’s not fair. You’re twisting the plot, you’re making it about yourself and only yourself.” She had a point, but in his eyes, it was more of an excuse.

He emmited a laugh and groaned, nearly pulling the hair out of his head. “Great, now you’re the victim. You think you know me then? Because you know my cousin? Well, I have some news for you, Liv, I’m not him. I’m not choosing anyone over you, less of it, a mate of yours. And for the record, I’ve got the right of free speech so yes, I’m gonna say I love you all the times I fucking want to. I’ll just tell you, being stucked in that little thought of yours is not gonna take that lad back to you.” No matter what he said, she wasn’t going to change her mind. It all was a fucking excuse. “I don’t even know why I’m still here.” His voice cracked and he took his jacket and placed it over his shoulder. He could have rationalized with her but she was married to the wall she had built around her. He wiped his eyes and walked straight to the door. “I honestly hope you find a bloke whom you can really love, give him that opportunity. See you around. Liv.” He gritted his teeth before walking to where she was. He kissed her cheek. “I love you.” And he finally left, closing the door behind him.

[liveloudliv]

Liv picked her head up to watch the door as it closed. The house was the quietest it’d ever been. Her hands were shaking because she was so upset. She could see the head of curly hair walking away just outside of the window. She knew what she wanted to do. Follow him. Shake him and tell him that they were both being stupid. That there was no way she could have him and Matty and for Pip to have just her. But Liv wanted Pip to want her. It was common for her to get what she wanted. Liv walked toward the door and swung her open. She watched as he kept walking, almost out of the estate. Liv balled her fists and followed him, leaving her door wide open. No wonder Agnes didn’t want her staying there. Liv caught up to Pip and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. She didn’t say anything at first. Nothing came to mind. She didn’t know whether to slap him or kiss him. A small shove came first. Then she pushed him a little harder. “You’re such a fucking asshole. You think you’re just going to kiss me on the cheek and walk away. Cut yourself off from me? No. No and– you don’t get to tell me how I feel. Okay? Because I do like you. Yeah I may not love you but I don’t know how to do that shit and you have to deal with that. I’m not some skanky bitch from a romance novel. I’m a fucking human being and you have to realize that.” Liv took a deep breath and began to back off. “Now I want to be your mate and work our way up from there. If you can’t handle that then you don’t love me Creevey. Final offer.”

[pipcreevey-blog]

It was as if his feet were guiding God knows where because Pip didn’t even know where he was going to next. Everything had vanished around him and he was walking absent-mindly, angry with himself because he was crying over a girl who didn’t feel the same. Every time he felt a tear daring to leave his eye, he quickly washed it off adn kept on striding away. Maybe he had even blocked his hearing because one moment he was looking ahead the road and the other, Liv was in front of him, again. He stared before looking up at the sky. She pushed him twice and he only closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. He wouldn’t look at her when she spoke. “Final offer...” He mumbled, looking at her.

“And what am I then, Liv? A fucking dog?” He felt angry, just like when his mother conditioned him to do something he didn’t want. Life didn’t work that way, “And you can’t tell me how to love you, yeah? You’ve practically done it since we met and I don’t know who you’ve been with but I’m not like them. I don’t play the ‘take me or me leave me’ game, yeah? Better get yout head straight.” Pip took hold of her shoulders, his face close to hers but it was expressionless. “What the fuck do you want? I kiss ya and you don’t want it; Ieave and you get mad. You’ve just told me you’re into some lad, that you’ve been into him for ages but you’re not built over a romance novel? Sounds pretty Penelope and Odysseus to me.”

Pip was pretty desperate and angry but trying not to show it. “I can’t, okay? I can’t be mates with someone I love, did ya hear that? At least not fuckin’ now, why can’t you take that? What the hell do ya want from me? You only like the fact I want you, that’s all.” As she wasn’t talking, he licked his lips and let go off her shoulders, but remained in the same position. “Tell me something, then, and I’ll try and figure out if a... friendship can be created from here. You and Alo, that small trip you made. What happened? Because I’m not stupid, yeah? He didn’t mention it just because.”

[pipcreevey-blog]

You’ll miss all this. You know who you Liv are.