He bit his lip, hard. What did he say? She’d asked him how he felt about her, and there were so many ideas bubbling up in his throat that he nearly choked on them.
“Well… I really like you.” Not the L word he wanted to say, and that was painfully obvious. “You’re like this big ball of light and fun that I can’t get enough of. Like the sun in a person with pink hair.” He smiled a tad, hoping the idea would get through.
“And I’ve never met anyone like you, ever. You’re like… this awesome girl who knows how to be musical and loves having fun and knows how to have amazing sex…” He whimpered a bit, hoping she’d just stop him and kiss him or something. He didn’t want to say the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “And I think I love you.”
Joseph couldn’t sleep. He found himself tossing and turning, his arms thrust out to feel for his sleeping lover then pulled back in for fear of waking her. What was so different about her that made him hesitate to move in th emiddle of the night because the thought of waking her was so unbearable?
Was it her pale skin, unmarred save for beautifully placed tattoos? Or the way she smiled and his heart jumped into his throat? Maybe it was how her hips swayed when she walked and how every fleeting glance he gave her seemed to meet her eyes.
He was left propped up on an elbow, staring down at her and the way her hair faded from pink to blonde at the very roots. It looked natural, as if she were born that way and I didn’t come from a bottle. Maybe it was, he mused to himself. Anything seemed possible with her.
He had to stop himself from following that thought too far down into the rabbit hole. He wasn’t Alice, a fall like that would kill him instead of landing him in Wonderland. There would be no rabbits telling him to keep pace or caterpillars toting hookas. He’d end up heartbroken and angry, a terror left to wallow in the shreds of what he thought was love.
But he’d be with her until the illusion broke. It was horribly cliche, but everything negative about falling in love seemed outweighed by her beauty–even the way she snored lightly was cute.
Sent at 12:08 PM I promise that next time we go clubbing I won’t let you take whatever old ass pills you find in your jacket, okay? Only the best for my girl.
[voicemail]: I know we don’t talk about this much. But I thought you should know I understand how it haunts to know you took a life. I can still picture Lucy’s eyes staring at me so empty, in terror. I still remember the satisfaction it gave me to kill her… It still does. I’m a monster, Zoey. Can’t you see?
Viktor had been watching pointless YouTube videos for over an hour and was about to go to bed until his phone beeped with a message of which Viktor opened only to see neon hair. It could only be Zoey. Viktor quickly looked away since he knew she and his brother had a fling. Relationship. Something. It’s not like Joseph ever talked to him anyway. Viktor didn’t look at the rest of the picture and texted Zoey Joseph’s number along with: “I didn’t look. Promise. But make sure you’re sending the right nudes to the right people because Joseph doesn’t share very well. I don’t know the current status of your relationship, just saying.” Delete.
“Zoey, send me the goddamn picture…” she sent, again.
After deciding to hang out at her hotel room once the trip started, they had been helping each other with the outfit picking. Boots, skirts, leather, lace. The typical. Zoey had gotten a couple of new boots, and was going to send them. Although what Genevieve received was just a little different from that.
