Paddy fuckin' Byatt

{He wiped his blood stained thumb into his jeans, he eyebrows furrowed as the confusion fully hit him. He hadn’t seen her in ages, years, and now all of a sudden she’s standing right in front of him. She looked just like she did when she left, if not better and that was torture in itself. Even worse, acting like nothing had happened, which was typical of her because the first time they slept together Nicole didn’t talk to him for weeks and then turned up to geography one day and started talking to Paddy about volcanic eruptions. She was that for him, an eruption of emotions that no man could ever let out. Things had happened for him and he wasn’t sure that he could just forget about it and let her delve into his arms. He scanned he glass on the floor and then up and down her body, not looking at her directly in the eye at any point, trying to find something else to say. When he asked how he was he just shook his head, this time staring at her blankly. That’s when the lies left his lips, intoxicating the air before they had even give it a chance. It was like word vomit, he couldn’t stop talking.}

{Nicole had never been good at facing up to what had happened, she had always been someone who hid everything, she didn’t want to face any consequences but when she had gotten pregnant with Paddy’s baby, the honeymoon period of their relationship came down crashing with an almighty bang and she found herself scared stiff. Her dad had found out when she was around 2 and a half months pregnant after finding three tests in her draw and she was forced to own up and face the music, although it was a lot worse than necessary. He not only made her move away from Paddy without saying goodbye or giving him a reason for her sudden departure, but he also tricked her into giving up her baby without her consent, since she was a minor. She never wanted to give her baby up, part of her had always believed that her and Paddy could raise the child and be amazing parents, but she didn’t know if she would have had the guts to find out if that was a fantasy or in fact if it would have been reality. As he began to ramble, her eyes widened slightly, she didn’t know what to do or say, he just didn’t seem to stop talking, he kept talking and talking and there didn’t seem to be a time at all that he would be pausing any time soon. } 

"Freddie Mercury, is just that though, he's him and you're you meaning that you'd just be the girl who died of HIV. It's not quite the mansion."

{ It wasn’t until she looked at the ground that she realized how much of mess she had caused when she bumped into him, her eyes scanned the broken glass shards and the puddles of Stella which she knew was that beverage before looking at the label due to it’s strong aroma. Her free hand ran up to push her baby hairs out of her face and she pulled her hair tighter in it’s pony tail. It had been so long since she had seen him, about 2 years or maybe more than that and considering it had been him she had come back to see, it had somewhat been like fate that she had run into him like this. In such a way that she had smashed the majority if not all of the bottles of Stella that he was carrying. She let her eyes scan over his face, he had definitely matured, and his hair was a little darker, his body a bit more muscly from what she could see, but the one thing that remained the same were his big brown eyes— eyes that could make her weak at the knees, that made her feel like she was melting. They had something, that much had been for certain before she left and she thought she didn’t love him anymore, but right now she wasn’t sure.} 

{He wiped his blood stained thumb into his jeans, he eyebrows furrowed as the confusion fully hit him. He hadn't seen her in ages, years, and now all of a sudden she’s standing right in front of him. She looked just like she did when she left, if not better and that was torture in itself. Even worse, acting like nothing had happened, which was typical of her because the first time they slept together Nicole didn’t talk to him for weeks and then turned up to geography one day and started talking to Paddy about volcanic eruptions. She was that for him, an eruption of emotions that no man could ever let out. Things had happened for him and he wasn't sure that he could just forget about it and let her delve into his arms. He scanned he glass on the floor and then up and down her body, not looking at her directly in the eye at any point, trying to find something else to say. When he asked how he was he just shook his head, this time staring at her blankly. That's when the lies left his lips, intoxicating the air before they had even give it a chance. It was like word vomit, he couldn’t stop talking.}

{ Running through the streets of Bristol, she felt the beads of sweat collecting at her forehead, and her legs had started to ache, she had only really been back a few days, after living away because of her past. Her ather had made her and her mother move, and she hadn’t wanted to, but unfortunately, no one went against her father. Speeding up, she knew she only had a street or two left until she got back to the flat she currently shared with her sister, Karly, so she would be glad when she could jump in the shower. She mostly came back to see her ex due to her having to explain why she left, without a backward glance or a goodbye. Hearing a beep, she turned her head, before crashing into someone and landing on the ground. She coughed, and scrambling to her feet, and wiped her elbow which seemed to be cut and bleeding slightly.} 

{The boy balanced a cigarette between his lips before brushing his hand through his brunette locks. He didn't light it up of course, he'd be trying to quit, and for all of 24 hours he was doing well. It was something about it just sitting there that made him feel relaxed. Locked underneath one arm was a box of stella bottles that he was heading to give to Keith as a thank you for letting him stay so long. Fishponds wasn't perfect, it wasn't the ideal man cave that Paddy wanted, it wasn't impressive and it definitely didn't aid him in pulling girls. Paddy shouted to one of the locals “Alright mate, yeah you owe me bee-” with that he was cut off. A sudden blow to the side and the glass went falling, sprawling across the pavement as the strong scent of alcohol filled the air, his safety cigarette rolling along the concrete. He treaded slightly on the glass as he murmured a simple Fuck. His attention however was fixed on the girl who clumsily found her feet, he didn't have time to help her up but he wasn't that bothered since he was convinced it was her fault to begin with.}

"I promise you I'm not holding you hostage or anything, babes."

I swear it’s not what it looks like— you totally have this all wrong

"Am I what?"

Making his way to the middle of Cabot Circus , he took a short cut down an alleyway. Paddy inhaled the cigarette deeply, allowing the smoke to disappear into the around him, his one hand tightly tucked into the pocket of his grey sweatpants, holding  the narcotics in his palm as if his life depended on the safety and distributions of the tabs. He spotted James Fitch exchanging a few things with the local Mafian, James was a boy that Paddy had known since they were first introduced by their siblings. The two had been causing trouble ever since. A smirk appeared on his face as he reached the dealing, balancing his burning cigarette between his lips Paddy began to greet him, in a different way than usual.

Sometimes.. Sometimes I do miss my mum.. It's not like I think about her everyday. She's not important to me. I hate her for who she is.

I’m not okay but I have to cope don’t I? Can’t live the rest of my life in my bed, crying— because that’s not what me dad would want, he’d want me to make him proud and that’s what I’m gonna try and do. I would of thought you’d be getting bored of me being here now, Pads— Ya don’t want me staying in Bristol, do ya? I bet ya’d have much more fun without me, ere. I’ll get ya’ an oyster card anyway, out of me wages, cause I’m nice like that and I’ve missed a fair few of ya’ birthdays when I was in Newcastle, and I ‘ave an apartment, so if I do leave and Alex don’t want it, ya’ can have that, or ya’ can both share. Or if stay, ya can have the spare room, and yes it has an en-suite.

You're the bravest person I've ever met, you know that, don't ya? Sienna, you have to know what.

Afternoon to you too, seems like your morning was way more exciting than mine.

By the looks of ya', yeah.

"Sounds tragic."

You know what it's like around 'ere, Effy. Worse than Eastenders, I day call the camera crew and we'd earn a living out of being taken for a mug, the crack heads would put on a right show, the kids would have a field day and as for the loved up pricks - They could have their wedding pay for and we'd  glitter tracing the streets, I bet you'd find it everywhere at the end of the day.. That's one look I don't think I'd be able to pull off.

Awh — you poor thing. Maybe that’s what you get for ditching your dear, wonderful friend in good ol’ Bristol with all these lame, depressing people. Karma’s a bitch. Didn’t know how much longer I could handle staring at the same, zombified faces.

I was going to invite you with me, honest, but I didn't know where you were, thought you'd fallen off the face of the earth and I'm sure you stole my London calling CD. The lads would of loved having a girl around camp, it would of turned into a sex fest, forget the music - or at least you would. I haven't seen you since we hooked up.. I don't know Cat, I thought you were in a pissy - I've never had any complaints, it must've been you. A guy can't do right for doing wrong, you know that.