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Alex's POV:
"Aw fuck off!" Jamie exclaimed, earning a victorious cackle from Miles who was now 2-1 up in their game of Fifa. 
                          
"That's what you get for challenging the champ," Miles returned, pointing a finger to his own chest. 
                          
Jamie simply huffed at him and redirected his focus to the big screen. 
                          
Earlier on, we sent Matt and Jamie out to get us all some drinks. 
                          
However, they ended up getting 'distracted' and bought a fucking Playstation instead. 
                          
So here we sat, having a Fifa tournament for stupid amounts of money.
                          
I— unsurprisingly— had no interest in participating whatsoever. 
                          
"Beer?" Nick asked as he brought a case of drinks over to the settee that both me and Breana were sat on. 
                          
"Thank you," Breana smiled, taking the bottle from Nick's reach. 
                          
"Al?" he asked, gesturing to the beers. 
                          
"Nah i'm good, Nick," I dismissed. "Thank you though."
                          
He simply nodded and made his way over to Kelly; who was sat on the other settee. 
                          
"Alex Turner turns down a drink?" Breana asked as she turned to face me, surprised by my refusal. "Think I might need my ears cleaned out," she joked. 
                          
I simply huffed a short laugh and shook my head. 
                          
"And he doesn't come out with a smart comment after?" she continued. "Who is this man and what have you done with Alex?"
                          
"Decided to stop drinking, for now," I answered honestly. 
                          
She looked back at me in shock, as though she didn't believe me. 
                          
"Okay, now you're scaring me," she said as she took a quick swig of her beer. "Why exactly?"
                          
I simply shrugged my shoulders. 
                          
"Okay... no," she continued. "I don't like this, you're scaring me."
                          
"How?" I chuckled. "Is it honestly so hard for you to believe that maybe I just want to sort meself out? Get me head straight annat?"
                          
"Yes, Alex, yes it is" she answered enthusiastically.
                          
 "That's not you," she continued. "Alex Turner only does something if he's getting something out of it."
                          
"Maybe I wanna change," I shrugged once more. 
                          
"Um, okay then," she scoffed, taking another sip at her drink. 
                          
"Who's the fucking 'champ' now, sunshine?" Jamie laughed at Miles, as he begun his comeback in their competitive tournament. 
                          
"Aw, fuck off," he returned. 
                          
"So where's Matthew?" I asked Breana eventually, just out of pure curiosity. 
                          
Her expression completely fell, and she looked down to the floor.
                          
"Everything alreyt?" I asked hesitantly as she didn't respond to my simple question. 
                          
"Yeah— uh, he's having a nap in our room I think," she responded eventually.
                          
Her gaze was still fixed onto the floor and I knew that something was wrong. 
                          
"Hey," I said softly. "Breana?"
                          
She still didn't look up at me. 
                          
"Come out for a smoke, eh?" I added, placing my hand onto the small of her back.