Lucy
"Oh, holy Lord, you didn't!"
"I did. She started it!"
"But Luce, was it hot?"
"It was, damn it. It was so hot."
I stare out of the window, leaning on the heel of my hand. I can't get the taste of her away, but I don't mind.
"You are so turned on right now. It's hilarious." Mickey pats my arm.
I shove him away. "I am not."
"You are - your face is like a fucking tomato, and you keep licking your lips. I know the look well, Luce. I can't even play Tomb Raider without you - "
I clap a hand over his mouth before he can finish his sentence.
"Shut. Up." I hiss, mainly because he's right.
His chest heaves with laughter.
I sulk.
He only digs himself deeper when I let him speak again.
"I could help you get rid of that, Luce! I could satisfy-"
"I will chop off your bollocks with a meat cleaver!"
I watched a horror movie with Mickey after he made pizza to bribe me into forgiving him.
It was a mistake.
I act badass, but I'm a total pussy when it comes to gore. I can't sleep. It's half one in the morning and I've literally been sitting with the light on this whole time.
I swear the monster will get me if I breathe too heavily or move.
I decide that sleep is more important than death, and throw myself out of the bed. I run to the door and swing it open, eyes wide, unable to look at the shadows or the darkness of the hallway.
I'm fucking sweating.
I leap across to Mickey's door, slipping in and slamming it shut. I'm breathing hard.
He props himself up on one elbow, eyes glinting in the darkness.
"Luce? Did you have a nightmare?"
I shake my head, eyes adjusting to the dimness. I skitter across the room, chuck the blanket back on his bed and climb in.
"Is this sexual, or...?" He chuckles.
"Shut the fuck up and cuddle me, you prick. Fucking horror movies!"
I shuffle back, fitting myself into the firm shape of his body. I grab his arm and clench it.
"Luce, I can feel your boobs."
"I don't give a fuck."
"And your ass."
"So?"
"I'm getting a hard-on."
"Turn it off!"
"But you smell so good, as well..."
"Think of Trump, Mickey."
"Ew... Doesn't help, though."
"Oh Jesus, I can feel your fucking boner."
"Ignore it."
"Fine, whatever. Just cuddle me and kill the monster if it comes in."
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Bubbles
RomanceI like bubbles in the air - I like watching them meander upwards, into the clouds. She likes bubbles in her alcohol - she likes them searing down her throat, and settling in her stomach. (A.N. - this was written long ago and is cringeworthy)
