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The Libertines: Fic: Creep

  • Feb. 10th, 2019 at 3:17 PM
Title: Creep
Fandom: The Libertines
Characters: Carl BarĂ¢t, Peter Doherty
Rating: Mature (just for language)
Length: 584
Notes: Also for the 'Party' square on my bingo card. One of several planned for this AU but stands alone as well. Written in 54 minutes.
Content notes: None




The noise from the floor below is fucking ridiculous: music, clinking, raucous laughter, and Carl's pretty sure someone already vomited on the stairs.

It's inconsiderate, is what it is. He's trying to... well, not work, but he's trying to think, for fuck's sake. If he can't think, he can't decide what to do with his life, and then he won't ever work, will he? It makes sense to him.

He gets as far as Peter's door, but he doesn't get chance to knock. It bursts open, and a couple of girls fall out. They seem to be wearing one pair of shoes between them, for no reason he can see.

"Have you seen Peter?" Right Shoe says, accusingly, like he might be hiding Peter from them.

"I know you." Left Shoe pokes at him. "You're that creepy guy that's always hanging around. Peter's mentioned you."

"Yeah?" Carl smiles. He knows it's not a nice smile from the way Left Shoe backs off into her friend's arm. "He hasn't mentioned either of you."

It's petty, but it's a small consolation as he heads back upstairs. Fuck Peter, fuck his friends and fuck his parties.

Carl didn't want to go anyway.

Creepy? Is that what Left Shoe thinks, or is it what Peter thinks? He doesn't think that's how Peter sees him, but he's been wrong about people before. It's why he doesn't get close to people. He'd know though, wouldn't he? Peter's face can't hide anything, it's a constant and dizzying barrage of emotions and reactions at times.

But. But. But. He needs a drink. Shame he's skint, really.

The first thing he notices when he slams his front door behind him (as much as you could with these flimsy piece of crap doors) is the bottle of whisky sitting on the window sill. In front of an open window, which he knows had been shut when he left.

"Wild parties not enough for you now?" He says to the empty room while he kicks off his shoes. "Thought you'd try a bit of breaking and entering?"

Peter's head pops up outside the window.

"Technically only the whisky entered, but you've got me bang to rights on the breaking, copper."

"Fuck off," Carl says, but his heart isn't really in it, not when he's taking the bottle into custody and retreating to the loving embrace of his mattress.

"You didn't want to go to the party," Peter says, coming in anyway, one long leg at a time through the window. "I didn't want to go to the party."

"Are there often parties you don't want in your flat?" Carl can't help asking. It doesn't come out as sceptical as he intended. He's getting to know Peter.

"All the time." Peter produces a couple of glasses from somewhere. "They'll go away once the booze runs out." He makes a sad face then. "Could take all night though. They brought a lot of bottles."

Carl grumbles, because he knows it's expected, but he shifts over to make room for Peter.
"You'd better not snore," he says. "Or cuddle me in your sleep."

"I'll probably do both," Peter says cheerfully. "I'm kind of a monster."

"That's okay," Carl swirls the whisky in his glass before taking a gulp. Gah, it's good. He takes a deep breath, because he thinks he knows now, but he has to be sure. "Apparently I'm kind of a creep."

The confused scrunch of Peter's face warms him almost as much as the whisky.


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