One Kiss less; Lorenzo Berkshire +18

DEATH BETWEEN US

WARNING: DANGER, STALKING, MENTION OF DEATH.

BELLE'S POV

"There is no way I am jumping" he protested as I kept pushing Lorenzo to the edge of the cliff, the ocean water hit under us and the sound was terrifying, we had a tiny bucket list to stick to, each one of us was overcoming his fear, his was the ocean and heights, so we are dealing with them at once, he is having a minor freaking out the situation but it was honestly cute.

thinking of how he was acting tough until he actually stood in the situation. his scared eyes shifted underneath him as he squeezed his eyes shut. I held his hand squeezing it in reassurance, I was there for him how couldn't I?

"1, 2, 3" I counted down as we let our bodies in the air falling with gravity, the coldness tingled our warm bodies as they collided in the air not letting go.
the dark blue-greyish ocean beneath us, getting closer every second as the moment went in slow motion, and for a second it was just me and him, it was just us.

us on our first date.
us on the train.
us in his dorm.
mine.
us everywhere.

but it all faded into the lie it was as the freezing water hit our bodies, the thought floating out of my body in the water, as I swam closer to him and wrapped my arms around him, his eyes were still shut, his mouth bloated with air like a little kid, and I kissed him, suddenly we were back to the first time he scared me.

FIRST DATE

I sat at the booth in the little diner my friends picked for my date, it was really nice diner with 70s vibes everywhere, the booths were bubble-gum-pink and teal-green, the floor was made of tiles all white and black as the led-calligraphies hanging on the wall and the purple, blue, and pink reflected the place, it was dark outside and the dim light illuminated the place enough for you to see and feel euphoria.

my date was a little late, I didn't know how he looked like o what was his name as they wouldn't tell me or him.
I went on a lot of dates and I wasn't looking for anything serious, I only wanted someone to fuck and that's it, it was enough for me to feel something for 30 minutes everyday two days once if it wasn't multiple times a day.
my strawberry milkshake stood in front of me untouched with the red cherry on top, I played with the straw getting bored from waiting but finally, the little bell on top of the door rang, I turned around as the door was behind, and I saw a guy my age get inside and looks around finally spotting me.

he walked towards me and sat on the other side of the booth, he swept the milkshake towards him and took the cherry to his mouth, while keeping eye contact with me.

this is my favorite part about the milkshake, asshole.

"you must be my little play date I assume" he chewed the cherry still looking at me.
"and you are late" I spat pulling my milkshake back and chewing on the straw, trying not to lose my short temper, I was counting on getting laid tonight.
"I had important things to take care of," he smirked relaxing his spine straight behind him as he swooped low and his leg opened, his right hand on his thigh and the left on the table as I noticed his bloody knuckles and silver rings that had crimson spots.
"getting rid of a dead body?" I asked jerking my chin to his palms as he noticed the blood and retrieved his hand off the table, his smirk disappeared.
"getting a dead body rid of me" he chuckled and somehow it made me laugh a little.
I was already used to deaths with my dad being who he is.
I didn't tolerate violence, but the vodka in my fourth milkshake was too much I'd say.

he kept talking about himself, his wealth and I wasn't paying attention, I wanted this to be over.

"and I just remembered, I'd turn into one if I have another milkshake," I said getting out of my seat and taking my purse with me; heading out.
he came late so I'll leave early.