Trying to Escape the Inevitable

“Wait”, a desperate and throaty voice calls out to me as I’m stepping back into the bar. Before I can turn around I feel a firm hand on my upper arm that spins me back against the cold brick wall of the alleyway.

I huff from the air forcibly exhaled on impact and examine my assaulter with wide eyes.
His face is so close to mine I can almost count the cigarettes on his breath. His hazel eyes swim with a mix of lust and playfulness, and a small smirk draws my attention involuntarily to his lips.

“You’ve been staring all night, sugar. Can I help you satisfy your curiosity?” he purrs, leaning slightly further into me.

“B-But, uh, curiosity killed the cat” my voice comes out in a lame squeak.
His smirk grows into a shit-eating grin. “But satisfaction brought it back”, he states before pulling me down by my collar, the coolness of his lip ring hitting me before-

“Fuck!”
I practically jump out of my skin when Iron Maiden blasts from my alarm. I’m sweaty and tangled in sheets, but I’m eventually able to scramble over to turn it off. I lay back, throwing my arm over my face in attempt to get my heart to slow to a steady pace. Honestly I don’t know what scared me more, the alarm or the idea of kissing that smug bastard.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” Oh no, this is worse.

“Not now, Ray” I moan, hoping my arm is covering the immense blush creeping its way over my face.

“Was I interrupting a dream, perhaps?” he says with humor in his voice.

What a patronizing asshole. “More like a nightmare.”

“Well, uhhh, something tells me that’s not quite true, unless there’s some freaky shit you’re into that I don’t know about.”
I squint my eyes and look at him, wondering what the hell he’s talking about until I see amusement and embarrassment written on his face. I look down at myself, not quite understanding until-

“Ahh, jesus!” I flip the covers over myself until I’m completely hidden. How did that get there??

“Sorry for interrupting, but breakfast is ready” he snickers as he turns back towards the kitchen. Note to self: embarrassment never lessens, no matter how long you’ve lived together.After I’m able to calm both my heart and my, well, body, I peel myself out of bed and make my way towards the kitchen, led by the heavenly scent of coffee.

“Puh-lease tell me you saved some for me.”

“I’d be afraid to know what would happen if I said I didn’t. There’s half a pot on the counter.”

“You’re a saint, you know that Toro?”

“I like to think so.” He smiles. “There’s toast on the counter too.”

“Ugh, just marry me already.” I say, taking a sip from the piping hot mug in my hands.

“You’re an easy man to please, Gee.”

“All the more reason.”
He rolls his eyes and turns back to reading the book laying idly in his hands. We sit in silence for a few moments until I remember a detail from last night that wasn’t centered around a beautiful boy with dark hair and-snap out of it, Gee.
“By the way, what happened with your car?” I ask, focusing wildly on piling jam on my toast, hoping to destroy that particular trail of thought.

“What do you mean?” he replies, throwing a strange look in my direction.

“Mikey skipped the show last night because he said you were having car troubles. Did you two get it figured out?”
The toast is half-way to my mouth when he puts his book in his lap, giving me his full attention.

“What? My car is just fine. In fact, I offered him a ride there but he said not to worry about it.”

It takes me a couple of seconds to process. Why would Mikey turn down the offer and then lie to me so he didn’t have to come? He’s the one who invited me-
The once appetizing toast suddenly doesn’t look so good as my stomach drops. That fucker planned it.

“Bastard.” I huff, throwing my chair back and stomping back to my room.

“What?? What did I do!?” he shouts.

“My nuisance of a brother, Toro. Not you.”

“Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” he inquires with a squeak.

“No, but if you have any last words for him you better say them now, because he’s deadwhen I find him.”

“Aren’t you being a little over-dramatic, Gee?”

I pause throwing on my scarf and jacket to throw him a look.
“Perhaps, but when haven’t I been?” I smile sweetly. “I’m heading to work. If you hear from Mikey, tell him I’d just love to see him.” With a final huff for good measure, I slam the door behind me.

Notes

Yikes. I know how lame I am for leaving this for like, months, but I'm kind of in love with this story and I wanna do right by it; so here's a little something to get it moving again.
I swear this will continue more regularly from here on out, so bear with me?

Enjoi!

xo;ghoul