Opening the front door my hands almost flies up to cover my ears from Piano Man blaring at me. Dad belts along to the lyrics at the top of his lungs. I can tell he just heard the news of Billy Joel's death.
Thanks to Death it is going to be like living at a Billy Joel concert for the next week. I don't say anything to my parents, because well, I don't really talk at all. Heading up the stairs I fight off the urge to hum along, the song will be on repeat for hours.
"I'm gonna break your dad's records." Death groans, pulling a pillow over her gray head.
"You're the one who killed Billy Joel." I mutter quietly with a shrug.
"So," Death sits up with a knowing smirk. "Who was that boy that walked you home?" She winks her gray eye at me. My entire face goes red as my hair, but I don't say a word. Death laughs, a chilling noise that has a sadistic ring to it instead of joy. It would make people's hairs rise on the back of their necks, but Death is my best friend, I'm not put off by her laugh no matter how lifeless it is.
"Daisy Tanner, do you like that boy?" She slyly asks. I can feel my ears turn red, but I just shrug. Death laughs again, and I hear the birds flap away from the tree next to my window.
"Aw, you're finally taking an interest in the opposite sex." She smirks. I fall on the full bed next to her, pulling the abandoned pillow over my red face. The mattress doesn't shift or sound under her weight as she lays next to me. The only reason I can tell she's closer is by that coldness growing around my bones.
"Love..." I hear her softly say the word, testing it out. "Love, it must feel incredible to be in love." She quietly says to herself. Her confident, and sadistic tone gone. Her voice sounds empty and cold, it sounds like her, death. I peak out from under the pillow, and grasp her freezing hand. It's as if I'm clutching ice, but I don't mind because it's my best friend's hand. She immediately does a hundred eighty, forcing herself to perk up. No, Death doesn't want anyone to see how lonely she is.
"Why don't you ask him out?" She asks, propping her gray head on her hand, her red lips stretching into a mischievous grin.
"You're Death, not Cupid." I retort giving her a flat look.
"I've meet Cupid, he's a spoiled brat." She rolls her gray eyes, and I almost laugh.
Later
Sitting straight at the edge of my seat in European history, I fight to keep my face still. I've never realized Elijah before, I've never really noticed anyone around me. But now I can feel him so close to me. I'm nervous.
"Hey." I feel him lean across his desk behind me, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers. I flinch in my desk, my heart jumping with me. I just... I don't flinch, but Elijah just made me. With a cautious glance at the teacher in the front of the class, I riskily turn my head to look at the grinning honey blonde over my shoulder.
He presses a finger to his red lips, my brown eyes lingering for a second too long. I... wonder what they feel like. Elijah slides a folded piece of paper into my hand, his grin only widening. I glance down at the crisp paper in my hand, then back up at him, then back at the paper. I iron out the folds on my desk, the corner of my mouth twitching at his sloppy hand writing.
E: Marry, fuck, kill: Marie Antoinette, Anne Boleyn, or Elizabeth I?
I press down a grin, and write my answer.
D: I wouldn't do either of them, most medieval monarchs didn't bathe often.
I hear Elijah's muffled chuckle behind me, and grin down at my desk. Making him laugh gives me butterflies in my stomach. I can hear his pencil scratch softly behind me, gladly taking the note when he finishes.
E: Touché, then who would you kill?
D: They're all dead anyway, I write back.
E: Fine, then who would you marry?
D: None, Elizabeth had power issues, Marie Antoinette was kind of a gold digger, and Anne only had eyes for the king.
E: You make this game hard to play. I can practically feel Elijah's eyes rolling in his head behind me.
Daisy: 27 words
Elijah:171 words
Death: 130 words
