tell tale of tomorrow's sorrow

thats just like you,

                                 Dusan

He held my injured hand kissing it lightly, specks of red tiny glowing butterflies scattered with each kiss and as they fluttered away my scars also faded. Seems like as they flew away they're there way into my stomach and stayed there fluttering adding up with each kiss.
    I ended up getting ahead of myself to grin and say, "hey, my lip has a cut to."
     Kami looked up at me with the deathless glare that could stone Medusa and he slapped me.
      "Put peroxide on it." I could tell he had the tiniest bit of pink in his cheeks, it's not hard to tell, he has the palest of skin. Soft too. Jet black hair that can turn redish when hit in the light and glowing red eyes to stare you down, they mellow out whenever he's calm. Or for better words, content.
         We've known eachother since, well, very young. We are what, 14? I always seem to lose track of time. That isn't uncommon we age up in such wack timing it isn't even consistent. I don't even know what year it is.
          Back into the moment my head falls to the side and I hold my cheek, "ow! Kami that really fuckin' hurt!"
          He gave me a look that sneered and then he had this smirk with his eyes holding the same glare. "Sorry I thought you forgot who you were referring to when you said that you bastard."
         Those butterflies disintegrated from my stomach and I Bagan to feel sick from his stare.
           Kami'Saul, my best friend, my how the turn tables. How can i refer him anything without being slapped in the face anyways? To most people he just seems like an edgy pre teen who hates everybody and anyone who so much as glances at him. There are those who even Kami can tolerate but only refers to them as acquaintances at most. Those people are the "pick me's" always with the, "he's not edgy at all! I know him! He is so sweet." When all he did was tell them what they wanted to hear from someone.
        Meanwhile he is such a character, edgy isn't even what you'd describe him. I'd say protective. Of himself and other's egos. And he knows it. Edgy is just his look. And his adorable eyebags!
        "What are you gushing at?" He starting with a cold sweat of annoyance on his cheek. He noticed me admiring him. Hah! I guess I have been rambling about him in my head!
          "Sorry, Kami but your eyes.."
           He lifted his lip in a confused scowl.
           I forced my eyes to shine as I fangirled, "pretty!" I blinked and shuddered nervously, "I, got hit in the face too..I pointed at my black eye." I could see Kami looked too uncomfortable to kiss it off. Which made me kind of sad, his cheek kisses, whenever I beg for them, are the best actually.
            "Dusan go home!" He lightly bonks my head and he turns away huffing.
             "Agh! We head the same way, Kami. Wait up!" I pick up my satchel and rush to catch up to him.