Pink Walls

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Bonus Chapter [1.1]


Setting: A Pink Walls AU where Olly slept off in the library and never met Kayden in Episode 3. Their paths didn’t cross that day, and they never had the chance to meet again.

Time Period: Episode two-hundred-and-something of Pink Walls.

Warning: Cute stuff happens. Take deep breaths.


I only realized just how difficult it was to get myself dressed with Alex in the room the day I got him wasted and accidentally discovered his playful side.

But he wasn’t drunk now.

No, he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol in months, but that didn’t stop him from messing with my buttons.

“Stop it.” With a frown, I slapped away the hand crawling up my chest then sighed in resignation when I looked down and found that it had managed to unbutton my shirt. . .for the fifth time.

“What do you want, Alex?”

He leaned back until his back hit the headrest but his hand remained on my hip, his fingers tracing circles and zigzags along my skin. “Why do you have to wear that shirt?”

I looked down at the dress shirt he had bought for me then let me gaze drift back to his eyes. He didn’t gel his hair today so most of it fell down to frame his face.

I smiled and started fiddling with the buttons again. “The same reason you’re wearing your favorite suit right now.”

“You could wear nothing,” he argued, scanning me from head to toe with a gaze full of intent. “You look good in that.”

“Sorry, Alex,” I said, wanting to get dressed before he was at it again, “I’m not eager to die young.”

He did not look pleased and everything but his lazy smile told me so. “Ron won’t kill her birthday present.”

“Yes, I forgot,” I flashed him a tight-lipped smile, “you’re the one with a death wish.”

In retaliation, he hooked his finger through my belt hole and tugged hard.

I tripped over the edge of the bed and landed on his lap. “Hey!”

He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. “What if I do?”

“Alex,” I tried and failed to pry his arms off me, “I have to get dressed.”

He hummed in what I hoped was agreement then bit my ear. A steamy exhale fanned across the crook of my neck as he pulled me tighter against his chest.

He bit me again, harder this time, then started nibbling on my ear lobe.

“This,” it was a struggle to ignore him but I did, “is not the time.”

“It’ll be a while till Ron gets back,” he said then planted a kiss on my temple, “please?”

“We’re already screwed,” I reminded him.

He had started kissing his way down my face but he paused to speak. “So doing it a second time won’t make a difference.”

“Your logic is ridiculous.” I struggled in his grip. “If Ron sees me like this—”

“If I see you like what?”

Three things happened at the same time.

One, Alex shoved me to the floor.

Two, Ron entered the bedroom.

Three, I had never buttoned up a shirt so fast in my life.

“Happy Birthday,” I said as cheerfully as I could after getting back to my feet, a belt buckle tight in my grip.

Ron narrowed her eyes at Alex then her gaze softened and she smiled at me. “Why were you on the floor?”

“Um.” While I wracked my brain for a sensible excuse, Alex had already walked over to her, as innocent and immaculate as ever.

He ran fingers down his suit jacket then offered to help her carry the groceries.


I pointed to the belt and shrugged. “Dropped this.”

“Be careful next time,” Ron said, worry deepening her voice, “don’t tear your stitches.”

I nodded mutely, and when she turned to step out of the room, I set my glare on Alex.

He mimicked my less-than-convincing shrug then hurried after Ron, leaving me to find a new, less rumpled shirt and somehow hide the fact that my trousers had one less belt hole.


It only took me five minutes to get dressed and fix the mess Alex had made of the wardrobe while he had been choosing what he wanted me to wear.

When I stepped out into the hallway, I found a pair of flats lying in front of the door.

That explains why she was so silent. I picked up the shoes and arranged them on the rack beside the door.

The number of flats Saffron owned could be counted on half a hand, so the fact that she wasn’t wearing heels today made me smile.

Today’s a good day, I thought and walked to the living room.

She stood in the center of our circle of pastel furniture, her hands on her hips as she watched Alex arrange groceries in the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday,” I told her again and she turned to me with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Kay.” She kissed me on both cheeks and pulled me into a tight hug.

“How was your day?” I asked when she pulled away, pretending like I didn’t see the spot of blood on her otherwise white sleeve.

“As boring as a Saturday could be.” She shook her head. Her fingers reached up to curl themselves in my hair. She let go and cupped her face in her hands. “There was already a long ass line at the supermarket then two punks decided that they wanted to rob it.”

“Oh,” I said, already feeling bad for the poor thieves, “are they alive?”

“C’mon, Kay,” she chuckled, “I’m not that cruel, am I?”

“Saffron wouldn’t kill someone on her birthday,” Alex commented from the kitchen, reminding of what we had been doing before Saffron dropped by.

Before I could begin to feel guilty, she grinned and clasped her hands. Her neon yellow nails glowed brightly under the fluorescent lights as her bracelets fell down her arms and piled up above her elbows. “So. . . what am I getting?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?”

“What is this?” She raised an eyebrow. “Christmas?”

“No.” Alex walked to us and held out a keychain. “Happy Birthday.”

Ron poked a finger through the keyring and stared at it for a few seconds before spinning it round the digit. “You bought me a car?”

“You need one,” Alex answered and she tossed the key fob to her other hand.

“Are we going to pretend like you didn’t shoot the old one with an RPG?”

“Under your orders.”

“Alexiares, you—”

I stepped between them before a fight broke out. “Ron, move in with us?”

She blinked at me then made a fist around the keychain. “I was wondering what this other key was for.”

“Was this your idea, Kay?”

I shook my head. “It’s all Alex.”

She looked at him. “You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes,” he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you?”

“I don’t see why not,” she shrugged, “you two are obviously masochists, and it’s not like I really needed a key in first place. . . I can just pick the locks whenever I want to visit.”

“We’ll take that as a compliment.” I grinned.

“Any more gifts I should be worried about?”

Instinctively, I looked at Alex, only to find him already looking at me.

I almost cursed when my gaze drifted back to Ron and I found her raising an eyebrow.

I know we look suspicious, but can’t you pretend like you didn’t see anything? I begged her silently.


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