Rattlebones (bxbxb)

Considerably Sinister

I had never allowed myself to truly enjoy being eighteen.

I had never gone on a date with a boy or drank a little too much in someone's basement. Or had stayed up all night in obscure places, listening to strangers recite poetry.

But what enthralls over the next hour can only be described as anarchy.

Iggy and I dance like maniacs in the middle of the floor while Eugene cracks up laughing from where he sits. At some point, he had gotten up to grab a few beers from his dad's refrigerator, and even though he was dead, he holds a bottle in style and pretends to drink it.

"I didn't know that you could dance, Darcy!" Iggy yells at me from over the music.

"That's because I can't!" I shout back, and then I throw my head back and laugh when he grabs me and he spins me around.

Happiness wasn't something that came naturally to me. My therapist had once described my personality as being akin to watching a funeral proceed down the block. But that didn't mean that I was completely stagnant inside.

Certain things brought a smile to my face.

The unfortunate circumstances of people falling down escalators, for instance. Dancing with my two best friends in a serial killer's house, being another.

At some point, Eugene passes us some beers and I'm standing there trying to figure out how to take off the top when Iggy grabs it out of my hands opens it for me, by using his teeth.

I repeat, he uses his teeth.

It was the most attractive, most paysan thing that I had ever seen in my entire life, and I'm left speechless when he hands the bottle back to me.

"Don't drink the whole thing," He warns me, and then he winks through his ski mask.

"You're so fucking stupid, bro." Eugene laughs at Iggy, unaware of the fact that I've begun to feel the carnal stirrings of desire until I reach up and I slide Iggy's ski mask up.

I find his startled lips and kiss him, tasting the bitter beer that he had drank.

There's a pause where none of us are saying anything to each other and the music is blasting. Then, I'm grabbing Eugene and bringing him down next because I'm a selfish bastard and our mouths are crushing together.

And I knew what I would do, right then and there.

I would defile Eugene's stepmother's bed by sleeping with her son, on the very mattress where she lay her head. Leave my very essence on her pillow so that she would unknowingly go to bed with my silent retribution watching over her.

It was positively sinister.

I break the kiss with Eugene and then I slide off his varsity jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt, watching his expression shift from surprise to absolute want as my tanned throat and chest come into view. How long had it been for him? Weeks? months?

I drop my shirt and then I step forward, using the tips of his boots to stand on. "Does your stepmother keep her room unlocked?" I ask him innocently, and I wrap an arm around his neck. "I think we're going to need a bigger mattress."

"Darcy?" Iggy interrupts us, and his face is bright red. "Is this really a good idea?"

I turn to look at him and stick out my bottom lip, still holding onto Eugene. "Igor, eventually our sun is going to erupt and slaughter our entire planet in a million-degree heatwave. So let me tell you this. Do you really want to pass on helping Eugene fuck me senseless in his stepmother's bed? The woman who killed your boyfriend in cold blood?"

"I mean, the little dude's got a point." Eugene agrees with me, and he scoops me up, carrying me bridal style. "It's payback time, man. And what better way to do it than like this?"

Iggy stands there open-mouthed for a second, and then he follows us out of the room.

Eugene's dad and stepmom slept all the way on the other side of the trailer in the largest room in the whole place. When we get there, Eugene sets me down and I open the door, shooting him a playful little grin before I take his hands, walking backward.

The room itself is immaculate, high heels stacked neatly in the closet. The bed is freshly made, and there's a tropical theme from everything down to the palm tree rug beneath our feet.

Iggy closes and locks the door while I stand on the bed and help Eugene take off his shirt. His body is as sleek and muscular as I remember it, and I run my fingers over the spot where the hole in his chest used to be.

"It's not there anymore..." I murmur, somewhat in awe. "The hole in your chest is gone, Eugene."

Eugene puts his fingers over mine, and then he presses them to his lips. "That's because you filled it with your love, babe." He replies.

"You guys make me sick, and we're wasting time." Iggy interrupts us, and then he comes over, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "So can we do this before Eugene's whole damn family shows up for a reunion and catches us having a threesome?"

"Oh, my dearest Igor," I say, and hook my fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer. "You simply can't rush perfection."