A Boyfriend Like Him

Bonus

I wrote this chapter ages ago, but never found a spot for it in the story that would make sense. I have a lot of half chapters and little bits and pieces like this for nearly every story i write, but never usually post them because they're never this... complete. If that makes sense.

So this is just a one shot scene. Adds nothing you already don't know to ABLH, but I've always liked it too much to just delete and forget about it.

If it were to go anywhere, it would have been just after their big blow up in the gym. Lucy and Taylor are together and working things out, but there's still a lot of ground to cover.

Enjoy!
Xoxo JL

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Bonus Chapter

"Hey Lucy," Darko spoke through the phone.
"Darko?" I asked, and he chuckled .
"Yeah, hi. We have a problem," he murmured, sounding uncomfortable.
"Problem? Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured. "No, not really. Taylor is hammered," he corrected himself.
"What?"
"Yeah," he chuckled again still sounding uncomfortable. "Long story, short. It's all Robbos fault and Taylor has vomited on himself and won't let us undress him." I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked at it to confirm I was hearing the words correctly.
"What?"
"You know how it is, boys being boys. But Taylor smells fucking terrible and he's putting up a fight and I now have vomit on my arm and am about to be sick myself. So," he trailed off.
"I am not helping him if he got himself into this situation," I huffed, turning responsible parent girlfriend.
"And I completely understand that and don't blame you, but he is pretty much head to toe covered and completely annihilated Taylor loves to wander in the night," Darko warned me. Sighing, I felt the resignation of what I was about to have to do. "He won't let us near him to help, he kicked Jake in the jaw."
"Where are you guys?" I asked, already feeling tired.
"Guys shower on Taylor's floor," Darko said, positively perky. "Trust me, if he does what I think he does when you get here, you'll love this," he told me.
"Uh, right," I murmured. "Be there soon."

Entering the bathroom soon after, I smelt him before I saw him.
"No. Nooo," Taylor whined. "She won' like me if you do tha'," he slurred. "Nooo, get ahway."
"Buddy, you need to get out of those clothes," Jake told him sounding frustrated. I entered the stall they were in to find quite the sight. Taylor was sprawled out in a shower stall, batting hands away that went anywhere near him. Robbo sat on the bench outside the shower slumped over, I'm assuming at least half way to passed out and Jake and Darko were hovering over Taylor trying to talk sense into him.
"Noooo, I need hur. I need hur to luv me," Taylor whined. "She dun trus' me, buh I dun' do anythin'." He looked so pathetic. His hair was sticking up and sticky looking. His eyes were closed and his movements slow, stiff and awkward. His clothes were seventy to ninety percent soaked with something that was a dull green colour. I was assuming that was the aforementioned throw-up.
"Oh thank god," Jake grinned when he looked up at me. He was drunk too. I was surrounded by drunk idiots trying to unclothe the drunkest idiot-est of them all.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked and Darko pulled a face at me.
"Trying to get him out of the clothes before we wash him down."
"Just hose him down, he can't get any grosser," I pointed out.
"We tried that, he insisted he couldn't shower with his clothes on, but he won't let us undress him either. His girlfriend will get mad at him for cheating on her," Darko said, grinning at me. He was completely amused and what I had heard Taylor say now made sense. He literally was the drunkest idiot of them all. Sighing I stepped into the stall and pulled the handle to the shower head. Hoping it wasn't too hot that I scolded him.
"He currently has the brain capacity of a toddler and you never let a toddler think they can tell you what to do," I told them, watching Taylor squirm under the water.
"I huv clothes on," Taylor complained. "Nooo."
"Shut up," I murmured at him. "Do we have body wash?" I asked, looking down at the boys.
"I can get some?" Jake answered looking lost.
"Yes, and a towel for idiot-head and myself please? Toothpaste if you can manage it, would be great,"
I watched the boys leave to get the requested items and sighed.
"I hav a gurfrend," Taylor murmured, indignantly. He hadn't opened his eyes since I had arrived.
"Do you?" I asked and he nodded his head slightly.
"I lurv hurr," he told me.
"Good for you."
"Mm." It was a light noise of approval.
"Can we get you washed?" I asked him and he shook his head. "You need to be washed, Taylor." Again, he shook his head.
"Yull take muh cluths uf 'nd she wun like me," he told me.
"Who won't?" I asked, realising why Darko said I'd love this. He didn't want to be undressed because I'd think he cheated on me and get angry. He also didn't know it was his girlfriend talking to him right now. He was so fucked up and adorable.
"Oo-see," he told me. "Muh gurfren."
"She'll get angry, huh?"
"Mm." This time the noise was serious and foreboding.
"What if I promise she won't?" I asked and he shook his head.
"She knows," he told me, raising his hand. "Always knows," he promised me, shaking a finger authoritatively.
"How about we ring her and ask," I suggested.
"Noo," he whined. "She will be pissd that I'm pissd," he told me and then chuckled softly. "Sooo dunk," he told me in a tone that was high pitched and musical.
"You're an idiot," I told him and turned the shower on again and ignored his whines of protests.
"I am a idit," he told me.
"I know," I assured him.
"Noo," he shook his head. "I men it. She's so uhmayzin nd hawt. Hurr boobs are big," he grinned to himself. "Sooo big," he finished in the high pitched, musical tone of his. I held back my laugh as Jake came back in to the stall.
"I'm pretty sure these are all his," Jake said, dropping Taylor's shower bag onto the stall floor. "I'll bring the towel and leave them on the bench after we move Robbo."
"What were you all doing?" I asked and Jake laughed.
"Go Fish-Strip-Shot," he replied. "Robbo's idea."
"Go Fish-Strip-Shot?" I raised my brows at him questioningly.
"He was trying to get Kathy naked," Jake shrugged. "All it did was get both him and Taylor blind drunk, really fast."
"Right," I laughed. "Want to pin him down while I strip him off?" I asked and Jake frowned.
"He kicked me before," Jake murmured.
"Like you've never kicked him before," I rolled my eyes in reply. Jake frowned at me for a second before shrugging.
"True."

The bastard was like a slippery fish, also surprisingly ticklish. After much protest, limb flailing, wrestling, a little giggling, and calling Darko in as reinforcement, Taylor was down to his boxers. Jake had his forearm against Taylor's shoulder blades and Darko was sitting on Taylor's feet.
"Youv ruined evree-thin!" Taylor declared from his spot at the bottom of the shower as I casually hosed him down again.
"Oh, shut up," I groaned at him.
"You shuddup," He bit back at me. "sh'll hate me."
"She loves you, you moron," Darko sighed.
"Really?" his voice was so small and unsure that I couldn't be annoyed with him any longer.
"Yeah, she'll love you more once you're dressed and in bed though," Jake told Taylor and he grunted his agreement at us.

The boys hauled Taylor off the shower floor and onto the bench and then left to shower Taylors shower, off themselves. Sitting on the bench in his soaked boxers with water dripping from his short hair, I towelled Taylor off while also trying to hopefully make him look a little less pathetic.
"I hurt her," He told me from under the towel as I dried his hair. His speech a little less slurred that told me he was probably sobering up a little.
"You did," I agreed with him.
"She didn't deserve it," He murmured.
"Nope."
"She scares me," He informed me as I pulled the towel off him.
"You scare her," I assured him as I moved down to start towelling off his body.
"Will you tell her I'm sorry?" He asked me quietly, and I smiled to myself.
"You can tell her yourself," I assured him. "Can I dress you now?" I asked, finding his t-shirt Jake had left me in the pile next to Taylor.
"I guess," Taylor murmured, leaning his head back to rest against the wall as his eyes closed.
"Oh no you don't. You're not sleeping here, Taylor," I told him, pulling his shirt over his head a little rougher than necessary to keep him awake.
"I wanna sleep," He groaned.
"I know, let's get your pants on and then I'll take you to your room."
"You're not coming in," he frowned. "She'll know."
"She'll be fine," I huffed at him as I fed his feet through his pant legs. His wet boxers could stay if I could get him into bed within a couple minutes.
"She is fine," He smirked to himself as he let me stand him up and pull the pants into place. I rolled my eyes to myself.
"Yeah, yeah," I laughed. "C'mon."
I helped Taylor navigate his way to his room. Blake didn't stir from his bed as I tucked Taylor in and before I'd even left the room, I could hear his deep breathing telling me he was dead to the world.