Thread by @theswandrowned

#soapghost - part eight

Annabelle frowned from where she was standing next to her dad, holding tightly onto his pant leg as she waited for him to finish saying goodbye to Uncle Gary.

They were standing out in the hallway, and talking for SO long. Annabelle was getting more

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and more restless with every single word.

They always talked for ages when one of them were supposed to leave, Annabelle wondered why they didn’t just stay!

The little girl huffed angrily, about to make her annoyance known to her father when something else caught her eye.

Soap and Kyle were stumbling up the stairs at the end of the hall. Neither of them could stay upright for more than a few seconds and they kept breaking into hysterics.

Annabelle was VERY confused.

It was like, very early in the morning! What could be so funny??

The five year old shot a wary glance up at her father who was still in a very intense conversation with uncle Gary. Their hands were moving so fast she could barely keep up.

But… he was distracted.

She knew better! She did!

But she was just so curious.

So she very carefully removed her hand from her fathers pants and scurried as fast as she could towards the end of the hallway.

When she reached her neighbours she came to a halt so quickly she nearly fell on her face.

The two men, still struggling to get up the stairs,

jumped in shock before breaking into laughter again.

Mr. Soap slumped against the wall, pulling Kyle down with him.

“Where di you come from, small human?” Kyle chuckled, his voice slightly slurred.

Annabelle scrunched her face up, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Why do you smell like Grandpa Nik?” She asked, tilting her head at the pair.

Johnny just giggled, hugging his best friend.

“Sounds like your grandpa Nik has great taste in alcohol.” He nodded, or at least tried to nod.

It looked like a nod at least.

“Alcyhole?” Annabelle parroted. “What’s that?”

“Not for little humans like you.” Kyle grinned, however his grin soon disappeared as a pair of shadows passed over the two very drunk young adults.

“Uh oh.” Johnny chuckled, sliding further down the wall. “I think we’re in trouble”

“I didn’t do nothing!” Kyle shouted loudly, waving his hands in the air.

Simon and Gary shared a look with one another from where they were now standing behind the five year old.

“It’s nine in the morning.” Simon said, rather judgementally.

“Mr. Soap wanted to celebrate.”

Kyle giggled, a teasing look on his face.

“Celebrate?” Simon prompted, trying to get them to keep talking.

“Mhm. Celebrate the fact YOU finally talked to him- ACK-“

Before Kyle could finish his sentence, Johnny shoved him down the stairs.

“You’re not my best friend anymore,

bitch!” He called loudly.

“Oh my god.” Gary signed, trying not to laugh.

“Oi.” Simon scolded. “Little ears around, watch your language.”

“Yeah! Bitch!” Annabelle repeated, giggling loudly as Simon scooped her into the air.

“That’s a bad word, Missy!” He scolded, holding her

above his head.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The five year old continued to giggle until her father put her down.

“Si, we should get them inside.” Gary signed, motioning to the pair of very drunk men. Kyle was now just lying at the bottom of the stairs,

muttering something about getting revenge and Johnny was hiding his face in fear.

Simon just rolled his eyes, nodding at his own best friend.

“Go get that one.” Simon muttered under his breath, motioning to the man lying at the bottom of the stairs.

Annabelle giggled

to herself as she watched her dad walk over to their neighbour and rather effortlessly hoist him up over his shoulder.

“Where’s your keys?” Simon asked, poking the drunk man on his shoulder in the ribs.

“My uh… my… my back pocket.” Johnny stammered, suddenly

forgetting how to speak. He could barely move as the firefighter pulled his keys out of his back pocket and rather gallantly carried him to his apartment.

Kyle on the other hand refused to get up off of the floor, and Gary resorted to just dragging him up the stairs.

“Do you losers ever clean up in here?” Simon chuckled as he opened the door to the apartment.

Johnny was just hanging there, limp, not able to move or speak or do anything.

This so wasn’t happening to him right now.

Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming.

Simon hummed to himself as he carried Johnny to his room, little Annabelle running around in the apartment behind him as she cheered for uncle Gary and Kyle.

“I think I would advise on less mid-week all-night benders.” Simon sighed, letting out a small grunt as he hauled

Johnny’s ass onto his bed.

“How would I be scared by hot firefighters then?” Johnny teased, his eyes widening as he realised what he had just said.

But Simon just smiled, pulling the blankets over the man before he moved to shut the curtains.

“Go to sleep.”

The firefighter instructed, walking towards the door.

“What if I don’t want to?” Johnny fired back, sinking under the covers so only his eyes were peaking out as Simon whirled around to face him again.

The firefighter just sighed, shaking his head as he moved to lean

on the doorframe.

“Go to sleep.” He said again, this time more pointedly.

“Hmm. Nope.” Johnny chuckled.

“You’re worse than my five year old.” Simon sighed, startling as he heard a crash come from the lounge. “Speaking of that five year old… I have to go.”

He hummed, pointing an accusing finger at the man in the bed. “Now sleep, or we will be having problems.”

Johnny pursed his lips as he watched the firefighter leave, closing the door behind him.

“Well maybe I want to have problems.” The drunken man muttered under his breath,

sinking into the pillows.

However sleep refused to come to him after that.

How could he sleep?

All he could think about was that hot ass firefighter picking him up like he weighed nothing.

Jesus Christ.

He didn’t even spare a thought for his poor best friend that

was now half slumped on the couch with a few bumps on his head.

“Too heavy.” Gary signed as they left. “Don’t ever ask me to do that again.”

Simon just stifled a chuckle, while Annabelle screwed her face up.

“You could have been nicer, Uncle Gary.”

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So… same Johnny, Same.