Beautiful Liar | Adam Sackler

Outlive the Sea

An abundance of neon bicycle helmets were mounted to the lengthy wall before you.

You survey Adam apprehensively, toying with the fringe of your flowy, olive boho-esque frock. "You're not seriously making me buy a helmet, right, Sackler?" You muse.

He scratches his goatee, eyeing the vast selection of colorful helmets. "How about we pick one for each other." He chirps monotonously, quirking a brow with a queasy smile.

"Fine," you sigh. Sauntering away from him, fingers tracing the ridges of every helmet as you stroll along the wall, scrutinizing it from floor to ceiling. Taking your options into consideration. Puckering your lips, a taunting smile brushing over them.

You glimpse Adam staring at you in your peripherals, and you pierce him with a playful glare, "no looking!" You quip, shielding the selection you had made, as you crouch to your knees and snatch the helmet off of the bottom hanger.

Adam grumbles aggravatingly, thumping along the aisle, sighing as he scans his options.

He barks out a grizzly, hideous cackle, swiping a helmet off of the wall, cradling it in his brawny arms. Tiptoeing nearer to you with jeering strides, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"I'm scared..." you drawl through a bewildered chuckle, ascending to your feet, catering the helmet you had chosen for him behind your back. Biting your lip as you suppress a smile and peer up at him through the tender veil of your eyelashes.

"I'm satisfied with my choice," he cheeses, opening his arms, permitting you a view of the helmet he captivated in his grasp.

It was a fucking Unicorn helmet.

Garnered in rainbow ribbons, coruscating, kiddish glitters, a teal bushel of hair spiking along the center.

"Looks like we're both gonna look like total idiots," you chime, grinning wickedly at him as you reveal the Minnie Mouse helmet you had picked for him.

It had a real, ginormous, bubblegum pink bow, speckled in polka-dots, the big, circular ears protruding from the colorful helmet.

"You fucker." He tsks, snickering, aggressively trading you helmets.

You shimmy yours over your head, buckling it briskly beneath your chin, beaming up at him as he struggles to cram his head into his own.

He grunts navally, skewering an eye shut, as he tugs and strains the buckles, trying to latch them. "I think my ears are too big for this shit."

You swat his hands away, and he recoils in astonishment, as you work belligerently at the buckles— pulling them tautly, trying to latch the pink plastic clips together.

"I think you look cute," you comment through gritted teeth, pulling harder. "Pink is definitely your color."

He whines. "I detest these fucking ugly things, and their unoptimal design. Feels like it was made for a fucking four year old." He grumbles snarkily, rolling his eyes as you continue to fiddle with the straps.

"Uh, yeah, that's exactly who it was made for." You snort, growling in exasperation when the buckles just refuse to interlock.

"Are you two planning on buying those, or are you just gonna loiter?" The cashier hollers hostilely, barking the words, sneering.

Adam opens his mouth to snarl back, but you beat him to it; "No, we're fucking planning on stealing these ridiculously overpriced helmets," you snap boisterously, sarcastically, "Yes. We're buying them, dude."

The cashier leers, fury flashing upon his face, fumes nearly emitting from his nostrils as he scowls. "Get out of my store." He orders lowly. When you only stare at him completely aghastly, he shrills, "now."