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"say you love me ziggy"
i immediately turn down my music as i hear footsteps and voices arguing back and forth. "then who am i?" i hear ziggy's voice snap back. i listen for the second voice and hear someone i didn't want to hear for a long time.
"a monster."
cindy berman.
i jump up from my bed and hear the door open and ziggy walks into view. "that's what they say." ziggy sneers sarcastically at cindy as i walk to the doorway and glare at cindy. ziggy closes the door after cindy gets a glimpse of our room.
"what was that about?" i ask ziggy as i rub my hand down her back softly. she sighs and sits down on my bed again, grabbing a different album, fleetwood mac.
she smiles softly even though i can see her pained expression through it, "don't worry about it- it's fine."
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i pour red paint into a tray and mouth the words of say you love me by fleetwood mac. ziggy brushes it across the tray and someone knocks on the door over the loud music. i turn down the music slightly as ziggy yells, "go away cindy!"
but instead of hearing a girl's voice, we hear a deep boy's voice, "it's me. it's nick." the infamous voice replies. i pause for a moment and furrow my brows in confusion. why is he here? "go away nick!" i call out but the door opens revealing him.
"whoa. i like what you've done with the place." he comments as he looks at the paint on the walls. i turn the music back up as he rolls his eyes, "it wasn't us." ziggy stares at him before glancing back down at the paint.
"i'm shocked." he says sarcastically as he reads off the wall. "ziggy is a witch bitch. ziggy sucks cocks in hell. jeez." i'm glad he never commented about me being gay, or made any accusations about my crush.
"sheila?" he questions as he looks down at her. "colonel mustard." ziggy says sarcastically. i continue mouthing the words to fleetwood mac as their voices fill the room.
"you like fleetwood mac?" nick questions. "no, i just like the lyrics." i quip sarcastically. he raises his arms up defensively and i grin at ziggy. he makes a disgusted sound, "looks like blood." he comments.
"yeah. i didn't have a pig, so..." she trails off and i smile. "carrie. cool." nick observes and ziggy looks up in surprise. i'm shocked he understood the reference.
"you've read carrie?" i scoff and ziggy looks at me biting her lip. i try to not look over but it's very tempting. i glance over at her and wink swiftly as nick replies, "yeah, second favorite after salem's lot." i chuckle and look at ziggy who continues stirring the mixture.
"still, i don't know, paint seems a little... pedestrian." nick comments. "oh, i'm sorry, do you have a better idea?" ziggy questions sarcastically looking up. "maybe."
"look, shouldn't you be like, turning us in or something?" i retort tiredly. he laughs, "well, i uh, should be supervising color war, but, uh, i noticed you were MIA and-" "so you decided to stalk us?" ziggy teases as she stares at him for a moment.
"check in on you." nick finishes while wincing. "clearly, you don't need my assistance. all good. go ahead. carrie on." he smiles at his pun and starts to walk away, but his eyes linger on ziggy a bit longer.
"what's your idea?" ziggy stops him after contemplating for a moment. nick pulls a ring of keys out of his pocket and swings them in our faces for a moment.
"science and nature." he grins.
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