LMPYITP: The Random Passages

If You Could See, Then You'd Agree

Author's Note:

            This could potentially be another content preview of Chapter 204 of Jules' story. It can stand alone as it is here (part of it was meant to be included in a short story for Thanksgiving of 2021 but I never wrote it), but maybe parts of it will appear elsewhere down the road.

            I hoped Chapter 204 of Jules' story would be the next thing I wrote and posted after finishing Chapter 151 of Addie's story but Chapter 152 of Addie's story won out. I'm a little over 19,000 words into it and I'm still barely through the beginning of it. I thought I'd struggle finding ideas for it but I guess I was wrong.

            I hope you enjoy this story!

            Thanks again for reading!

            "Fuck's sake!" Liam whined. "Where the fuckin' fuck- Blue? Blue?"

            "What, Liam?" I asked.

            "Me fuckin' cigarettes are fuckin' missin'!" He held up a partially full pack. "I counted 'em yesterday and I've two less than what I've fuckin' smoked."

            "Well, I didn't take 'em."

            "I know you fuckin' didn't! But who the fuck-"

            I glanced away and noticed Gene standing there.

            "What?" He said twisting his face in confusion as I pointed my finger at him.

            "You know what!" I snapped stepping towards him.

            He tutted. "I didn't nick his fuckin' cigarettes!"

            "Don't talk to me like that!"

            Things calmed down after that...for the most part anyway. Liam had no idea where the fuck his cigarettes had gotten off to.

            'Maybe they grew legs and walked off!' I thought.

            But I didn't dare tell him that. He was already worked up enough. Already on edge enough being too far away from home and too fuckin' close to his second eldest brother.

            I sat up in bed that night typing away on my laptop while Liam lay beside me.

            "Put that away, will yer?" He begged.

            "I will in a bit." I told him. "I gotta get this done."

            "Y'can get it done later!"

            I flattened my lips at him rolling my eyes. "Shane Meadows asked me to do this personally so it's kinda hard tellin' him no."

            It was interviews with the entire main cast of his upcoming period drama The Gallows Pole. And it would be printed in an actual magazine form by The NME.

            Liam frowned at me.

            "You oughta stop lookin' so scornful. It's twistin' your face." I quipped.

            "You what?" He replied.

            "Restin' bitch face!" I stroked his chin playfully.

            "Fuck off!" He darted under the blankets.

            I sighed as I clicked to save my document then shut down my laptop. I took it over where I kept it, put it away, and went back to bed. I tugged back the blankets revealing Liam's face.