I bounce from Morbids hotel room, into my room opposite, and hurl myself into Andreas's arms.
I rest my head on his shoulder as he hugs me tight and kisses the top of my head.
"How was your day then gorgeous?" He whispers.
"Fucking amazing if i'm honest" I reply, and tell him the details of what went on.
He pulls out of the hug and grins at me.
"Lucky! I was going-" He starts, but is interupted by his phone vibrating.
"I have to take this" He mutters apologetically before going into the bathroom , which he leaves ajar.
I sat myself down on the sofa, and can't help but hear the convosation.
"Why are you fucking calling me?! What did I tell you? Do NOT call me when I am out of Sweden...Because I'm with Wrath! If she finds out, she would kill me. And you. Oh fuck she would slit your throat....Yeah....Ok then....Well i'll call you when i'm home...Miss you too. Bye" I hear him say into the phone, before hanging up.
I leap off the sofa, and fly out of the door before he can even open the bathroom door. I burst into Morbids room to find her and Cat making out on the sofa.
"SORRY TO INTERUPT! But Morbid, this is serious. Into the bedroom. NOW" I screeched, grabbing her wrist and yanking her from underneath Cat, which caused him to fall on the floor.
"Thanks Wrath!" He calls after me, as I slam the bedroom door behind me.
"This better be fuckin' serious" Morbid says.
"It is...Andreas got a call right. And he was like 'Don't call me when i'm not in sweden, if Wrath finds out she'll kill me! and slit your throat! I'll call you when i'm home, I miss you' ....Now what does that tell you?"
"Shit. He can't be with some other bitch, surely not" She mumbled, a confused expression on her face.
"And he was like, 'Why are you fucking calling me?' so that suggests he gave someone specific intructions not to phone...which is weird. I reckon theres someone else. Fuck...Morbid what am I going to do?" I ask her helplessly, tears springing into my eyes.
"Look, don't get upset. We don't know for sure....Maybe you should ask him?" She suggests.
"Oh yeah, and whats he going to say? 'Yes Wrath! Your right! I've been fucking some girl when I haven't been with you!'" I reply, sarcastically.
"I see your point. Shall I ask Cat?"
Without waiting for my approval, she screeches his name, and within seconds, he's in the bedroom with us.
"Now. I need to ask you something very important. And if I don't get the truth. There will not be any sexxi time, forever. Understand?"
He nods and Morbid sighs.
"Wrath overheard a phone convosation Andreas was having with someone. He said to them 'I miss you, if Wrath finds out she'll slit your throat, don't call me when i'm not in sweden and i'll call you when i'm home'. Now to us, that suggests one thing and one thing only. Mr.Bergh is infact, having it away with some Swedish slag" Morbid states, like some sort of inspector.
"So?" Cat replies.
"So?! Well surely YOU must know something about this. It may not be anyone like that, but who else would it be?"
"Well, I don't know anything about it. Seriously. I would tell you if I did...Sorry" Cat replies, sighing slightly.
"Well thank you for your time. Please vacate the premises" Morbid shouts.
"What? Why do I-" He starts but is interupted by Morbid screeching "PLEASE VACATE THE PREMISES! By that I mean leave the room"
Cat smiles and shakes his head, and once again, Morbid and myself are left alone to ponder.
"So what shall I do?" I ask.
"I'm not entirely sure...But I think we should leave the guys here, and get completley wasted. How about it?" Morbid grins, putting her arm around my shoulders.
"Lets go for it. Fuck men. They can all fuck themselfs" I mutter darkly.
"Well, we'll get ready, and then we'll head off. Lets look fit!" She giggles, as I stride out of her hotel room and back into mine.
"Wrath? Where did you go?" Andreas asks.
"Went and talked to Morbid. I'm going out. You and Cat are staying here...or well, not coming with us" I mumble, not looking at him.
"Wrath...are you ok?" He asks.
"Fine" I spit, going into my bedroom to search for something to wear.
I finally decide on wearing this:
I carefully apply more make up, and more hairspray to make my hair even bigger, grab a random bag, and head out of the door.
"You look amazing" Andreas sighs, staring at me.
"I know" I reply blankly.
"Can we at least talk about this before you go? There's obviously something wrong"
"No. See you later" I snap, storming out of the door, slamming it behind me.
Morbid is waiting outside her room wearing;
"Right come on. Lets just forget our troubles and get wrecked." Morbid grins, linking arms with me.
We end up at some random night club, with a load of strobe lights and glow sticks. Immense.
During our time at that club, we had about 5 vodka and oranges each and a few WKD's, so we were slightly wrecked.
In the next club, we drank a few shots of Abinsthe that just pushed us beyond drunk.
"I want more booze" I yell as I tumble out of a club, with Morbid in tow.
"I agree! Lets get absolutley shitfaced. We are now, but theres still room for more!" She slurrs, heading into a bar, where we consumed alot more alcohol.
The next morning, I woke up to an unfamiliar room, Morbid led next to me. I elbowed her, waking her up.
"Where the FUCK are we?" Morbid shrieks, eyes wide with horror as she realises this isn't our room.
"I don't know. But jesus christ, my head hurts" I moan, reaching my hand into my bag to find my phone.
I flip it open and see that I have 63 miss calls from Andreas.
"Shit, 63 miss calls from my slag! Fuck!"
"SHIT. I have 70" Morbid gasps.
"Well, I see you have both awoken" Someone says from the bathroom doorway, someone with a very thick french accent.
The man standing in the doorway, had long wet dark hair, tattoos and piercings. Thats not what i'm focusing on though, seeing as he's stood there in a towel.
"Who are you?! And where the fuck are we?!" Morbid asks hysterically.
"You do not remember?" He asks.
"Uh, No. If you didn't quite notice, we quite literally off our twats last night" I reply, raising an eyebrow.
"Well I will tell you what happened"
He pauses.
"I found you in London, in a bar. You were both complaining about men, and how your boyfriends were 'cunts' as you put it. You then both said you didn't want to go home, so I asked if you wanted to stay at my house. And you said yes. And here we are" He explains.
"And where is here?" Morbid asks, getting a bit fucked off with this guy.
"Paris of course!" He exclaimed as if it were obvious.
Morbid and I just turned our heads and looked at each other, eyes widened. And with that, we just both burst out laughing.
