Sisi / Season 2

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unicorn love - raleigh ritchie

The rain scatters out of heaven and onto the window. I think about how I might need holy water to get out of this one. Yes, I'm at Jacob's. Yes, yes, I'm ashamed. I just like the attention he brings. It's addicting. Any other girl would relapse, easy.

I don't even know what we're talking about.

"I didn't know you had a brother."

"Mm, most people don't," I admit, "That's because he's lead an anonymous life."

I clearly wasn't clear, because Jacob gives me a weird look, while pulling little Croc out the aquarium. We sit on the carpet, as per usual.

"Anonymous?"

"Yeah. Pot head who lives in his car," I sum up.

Then I divert my attention to the black lizard and play with him in my hand.

"Does it ever hurt your head to think about how many people live on this planet?" Jacob asks.

"Partly," I answer.

"Everyone is different, but the same. We all want anonymity, because we're... afraid of showing the truth about ourselves. Maybe."

"I guess," I shrug.

I like when Jacob starts getting philosophical and thinks deeply about the problem with absolutes. He often acts like a typical bad boy. But he's mindful.

"Sometimes I wish I could read your mind."

I then say, "You'll hurt yourself."

He grins. Croc runs under the bed. I try to call him like I would for a puppy.

"I'm curious. What do you think about?"

"I'm a girl, so I think about boys."

"I think you think about me."

"Well you are a boy, so yeah."

He's staring in my eyes now.

"I don't know if you realize this, but your expression often changes. It's like you're thinking about many things."

Croc never comes back. It's like he ditched me.

I sigh.

"You must have fun watching me then," I say.

"I do," he nods, leaning back, giving me breathing room. "I've seen all your facial expressions... except one."

"And which one is that?" I roll my eyes.

I regret everything when he smirks.

"The one where I fuck you."

I immediately look away, unimpressed. For a second I pause. Does he really want to have sex with me? Because he's working really hard to always talk about it or inviting me to lay on my back.

"You ruined it," I mumble.

"At least it's not difficult to read my mind."

I look back in his forest eyes.

"Only my boyfriend can see that face," I tell him.

And as if the skies began to crack and fall into the cosmos...

"Aren't I your boyfriend?"

I nearly laugh, but I hold it in. He waits, lifting a brow.

"No, sorry," I shake my head, trying not to laugh.