- Heart-Shaped Box // Nirvana
Okay I didn’t include anyone again. Basically who can I used whenever? Because I don’t like publishing sets without stories or using people without asking. So yea :)
Hannah Darval; Beach Party Day
“Steane Taylor get your ass out of bed now.” I sighed, standing next to the bed arms crossed over my chest, foot tapping on the ground. His response was an unintelligible grunt. “It’s 2 o’clock Steane and we have places to be.”
He mumbled something again, “5 more minutes,” was the only bit I managed to understand. I let out a fond huff as I rolled my eyes ready to tell him to get up now when my phone began to ring.
“Fine 10 more minutes,” I told him, as I grabbed the offending device, “No more!” I warned, hitting the answer button as I left the room.
“Hannah!” The voice of uncle Shane floated down the phone line, sounding way to damn cheerful.
“Uncle Shane.” I acknowledged, leaning against the wall outside the bedroom door, “What can I do for you?” I asked.
“Can’t I just want to talk to you?” He asked me cheekily. Of course he could, I mean I’d spoken to him more when I was on tour than Steane just about, but it sounded like he wanted something.
“No, you can’t.” I lied, just wanting him to get to the damn point.
“The point?” I snapped before instinctively covering my hand with my mouth, that had been beyond rude, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” I rushed out mortified. I never talked to him like that, or anyone but Steane really.
“It’s alright.” He said, though I could pretty much hear the disapproval radiating over the line. Well no alright I could hear it my voice. Thankfully he didn’t say anything, he though Steane was a bad influence on me - it was pretty much the only extended disagreement we’d had in the past 18 years.
There was silence then, like he’d forgotten why he’d called, I sighed and gently prompted him “What can I help you with?”
“Oh. Tessa has decided she wants to move to LA to become an actress,” He gave a long suffering sigh and I felt slightly guilty, knowing the fact I had moved here had something to do with this. Tessa was his 17 step-daughter
“Oh gosh she can’t do that,” I said horrified, knowing sweet little Tessa would get eaten alive here - I don’t even know how I was surviving completely unscathed.
“I know.” He agreed as I sat down heavily on the floor, “But she insists because I let you when you were 16 I have to let her.”
“Don’t do it.” I said, perhaps louder than was strictly necessary, “Whatever you do you can’t let her.”
“Don’t worry I won’t.” He said, as dry as he was when he was upset or stressed, “Just know you’ve made my life more difficult.”
“Sorry,” I smiled cheekily even though he couldn’t see me, “You’re proud of me anyway though.” I stated like the fact it was.
“I’m proud of your career it’s true.” He relented though we both know the words he’d left unsaid. He wasn’t proud of the choices I made regarding my personal life. I didn’t care though, he didn’t get it and it was my damn life, “Hannah..” He said, liking he was stealing himself to say something he didn’t want to. Right that meant it was time to end this call. ASAP.
“I love you Uncle Shane.” I said in as innocent of a voice as I could muster, “and I hate to cut this short, because I really do miss you but I have to go, I have this thing I have to be at soon and I don’t want to be late.” I mustered as much earnestness as I could.
“Well alright then…” he said reluctantly, probably wanting to end on a good note because he knew I’d hang up on him; I’d done it before. It kind of made me sad Steane was what came between our relationship but hey if he only knew him he’d see he’s not nearly as much of a joke as the tabloids made him out to be.
“I’ll talk to you later okay?” I said totally meaning it, though hopefully he’d be in a better mood when we did. We exchanged the usual goodbyes and then he hung up and I was left sitting on the floor, head against the wall phone in my hand.
I allowed myself exactly 5 minutes to dwell on the state of my relationship with Uncle Shane and the effect my romance was having on my personal relationships. Except if they couldn’t see how damn happy I was with Steane, how much better I was around him then clearly they only saw what they wanted to see and that was there own fault.
I dragged myself up then, realising I’d given Steane 15 minutes instead of the promise 10 and knowing if he had gotten up he would have crawled back under the covers by now. Throwing open the door I saw I was right.
“I told you to get up idiot.” I all but growled, stalking over to the bed.
“I did,” was the almost unintelligible response; I could only get that because I had 2 years practice as sleepy Steane talk, “then you weren’t here so I went back to bed.”
Clearly he wasn’t going to get up so I’d have to come up with something creative; more creative than sex because seriously I wanted to leave the house today. Then my eyes fell on the pile of pillow next to the bed “Get. Up. You. Great. Lump.” I cried, lifting one of them above my head and bringing it crashing down on him. I hit him repeatedly, giggling like a mad woman until he finally rolled over, fixing me with a glare.
“What the hell Hannah.” He growled as I tried to control my hysterics.
“I warned you.” I grinned cheerfully, dropping the pillow onto his chest. His hand shot out then, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down on top of him. “Hey that’s not playing fair.” I squealed, as he wrapped his arms around me.
“You started it.” He told me, kissing my neck with a smirk.
“Hey stop.” I shuddered, damn he was good at that, “Seriously,” I hit his arm gently, “We have to go remember.”
“Later.” He told me, rolling over so he was pinning me to the mattress.
“Sometimes I really hate you.” I all but moaned.
“No you don’t,” He lifted his head at me to smirk cockily, “You never could.”
[Tagging @vicks because she wants to be tagged in all my stories :) crazy lady]