Fan Fic: Follow the Butterflies II: Alisha
“That’s so messed up. I mean, they’re robot people or something? That’s such total shit. And she killed a baby!”
“She was only curious. It was more like mercy killing. Better to have a quick death than suffer when the world ends later. And it adds another layer to her character, as Six’s relationship with children changes over time.”
“Whatever. She was a total slag. And like, that guy she was screwing around with, they definitely should have let him die. What was he thinking? A girl like that? How would he ever think she was actually interested in a skinny geek like him.”
As soon as she says it, Simon’s eyes drop and he bends his head in the other direction. Alisha can’t believe they’re almost fighting over this shit. It’s like they’re having an actual conversation. In his bed, no less. On a sudden whim Alisha blamed on some residual alcohol in her blood (and was mostly sure she would regret later), she’d consented to watch some of his massive sci-fi collection. She figured she at least deserved to get in his bed for this.
Granted, she was under the bedding and he was on top; they couldn’t actually touch each other; and she was afraid Simon might split his head on the floor when he saw her kick off her flats and slide into his sheets (which may have had something to do with her possibly bending so he got a good look down her top. maybe.) So, yes, it took some effort, but they’re sort of talking with each other now, and not about powers or community service or Nathan’s bad habits. She’s surrounded with the smell of him on his sheets and the sound of his voice and sharing something that’s just theirs.
Sometimes she hates him for making her such a tit about everything.
She makes an attempt to save some small part of her reputation: “Not watching that again. Haven’t you got anything else?”
He looks back at her silently, apparently still trying to figure her out.
“For fuck’s sake, Simon, do you have look at me like that every time I ask you a stupid question?”
“Sorry.”
She sighs in response and pulls the sheet up over her face.
“My parents keep some films in a cabinet downstairs.”
“Right. Let’s go see then.”
“No! I’ll get some.”
“Don’t want mummy and daddy seeing you have company?” she smirks.
“I think it’s best they don’t see anyone going through their things.”
At first she’s a bit confused, then she sees him close his eyes and take a deep breath in. His face twists in a look that might be pain, and he’s gone.
Alisha still feels slightly on edge whenever he disappears, although she can’t really explain why. Can’t be arsed to figure it out now either. She spends the next couple of minutes trying to decide if she should start something pornographic while he’s gone. Let him catch her in the act when he comes back. He could watch - stay invisible - touch himself if he liked. She hopes he would want to, at the very least. It makes her whole body warmer, thinking about what they could get up to. She decides she’d definitely like to get his reaction to that one thing she did with Curtis where…
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so…”
“Shit! Simon! A little warning next time!”
“Sorry.”
She starts to yell at him again for apologizing, but notices that he seems rather pleased with himself. She knows he likes to pop up in front of them like that, and she figures he could pretty much slip in anywhere he liked and they’d never know. Now that she really thinks about it…
“Have you ever followed me home all see-through like that?”
Simon stumbles in the middle of sitting down and fumbles all of the DVDs to the floor. Looks at her wide-eyed for a second before dropping his head out of sight under the pretense of picking them up.
“That’s a ‘yes’.”
Alisha doesn’t say anything else until he’s back on the bed with all the DVDs stacked precisely in his lap (which she’s sure takes much longer than it needed to). She’s enjoying this, watching him sweat in her stare. But the longer he waits, the more pissed off she gets. It’s clear she’s expecting some sort of response, and when he finally brings himself to meet her eyes again she shakes her head to nudge him on.
“Wha…I…wha…”
“Right, thanks, that clears it all up.”
“No, I just…”
“You followed me home - into my house. You get any good videos from that?”
“It wasn’t…”
“Did you watch me take my clothes off? I bet you had yourself a good wank in my bedroom, yeah?”
“No!”
“Sure you didn’t. I bet you -“
“Stop!”
She’s moved closer to him with each of her taunts, and his breaths brush quick across her cheeks in the silence that follows. Her heart races, and her muscles feel tensed. Confused. Like they can’t tell if they should be pushing him down to the mattress or shoving out of here to someplace safer.
“It was a few weeks after the storm. I was trying to figure out what I could do. After community service one day, we were all talking together on the roof. It was nice. Then everyone left, even Nathan. I was…I didn’t feel like coming home. I didn’t stay very long, and you didn’t take all your clothes off. And I haven’t done it again. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She leans back away from him and tries to focus on the DVDs in his lap instead of that shit explanation. At least his apology seems sincere.
“So, Chloe - one time she had this proper stalker, right. Jerry. Followed her out shopping and everything, took some photos of her tryin on shoes and shit. He was all like ‘you should be a model, your feet make me so hard baby.’ So anyways, me and Chloe and Chloe’s cousin Sara go to this party at Tim’s one night after this big game. We get there, and who do we see goin in the kitchen? It’s Jerry. Chloe freaks out, you know, but Sara - she’s completely bombed - fuckin loses it. Tim’s afraid someone’s callin the police, so he tosses them both out. Chloe hasn’t seen him since. But get this - one week later, I saw Sara in a club with like, bite marks round her ankles. Turns out, she’s knocked up, with Jerry’s baby, and she’s all pissed at Chloe for telling people he’s a freak! Total slag.”
She reaches as far she can to grab some DVDs from the top of his stack (Simon seems to have moved even farther away at some point during her story).
He clears his throat and gives her a tentative, “So…”
She still doesn't make eye contact as she tosses through the DVDs. “So…shit…shit…shit. This one. Haven’t seen it, but it’s got to be better than that load of wank you made me watch.”
A/N - Disclaimer addendum - In the interest of giving credit, I didn't come up with the idea for him following her home either. I'm know other people have written it, and it makes sense to me that he would have, but I really started thinking about the idea after reading stainofmylove: http://girljustdied.livejournal.com/47056.html,