Some Boys are Monsters

Night

Craig's song of the day: The Devil Song by Beth Orton

"Ah... W-will it hurt?" I ask, trembling like a cornered field mouse as Craig looms over me. He swallows hard before dragging both halves of his tongue along his rough lips, thinking of how he should word his reply in a way that will console me.

"At first," he murmurs in assurance. I have little choice but to believe him. He is the only one out of the two of us that's done this before, after all.

"You'll be sore later..." he adds in warning.

I take a deep breath, gripping the cloth of his discarded jacket in an attempt to steady myself. I hate to say I've fallen in love with the thing, but it seems to have become my main source of comfort recently.

"Don't j-just shove it in," I beg. No matter how long he prepared me for this I'm horrified at the idea of whatever pain it will bring me. He even let me feel the tip because he thought it would calm some of my fears, but all he managed to do was freak me out even more. I was already scared before he let me touch it only for me to realize how thick it is. There's no way he can pull this off without hurting me.

"Relax, it'll make it better for you," he murmurs, but that's easy for him to say considering he isn't the one who's about to have something jammed into him.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice weighted down as he keeps a steady hand on what he's about to push inside of me.

I nod my head timidly. He's been trying to talk me into this since we first made out a couple weeks ago, and although I was persistent on not wanting to, I eventually caved. I probably gave in because I know this is something he's done with her, and it drives me insane knowing he's done things with his girlfriend that he hasn't with me. I'm still not completely sure about this, but I figure it would be okay to at least give it a try.

"Here it goes," Craig whispers, his eyes half lidded as he positions himself.

I hear a loud clank.

"Ouch! Jesus Christ! I said not to just shove it in!"

"It's a piercing gun, that's how it works." Craig argues coyly, holding the little white thing he just pierced through my earlobe with. I'm fuming as I hold my hand over my aching ear. He has the smallest hint of an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, so I smack him with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Wuss," he taunts while loading the gun for my other ear.

"Ass," I shoot back shakily, only giving him perfect opportunity to both prove my point and gross me out as he flicks his split tongue out of his mouth.

"You look like a Komodo dragon when you do that," I announce with little thought, willing to say just about anything to keep my mind off of what he's doing. "You're a lizard, Craig."

"I should tattoo scales on my face," he replies emotionlessly, easing me up and making me chuckle a bit. A cold, wet cotton ball gets rubbed onto my earlobe, making me shiver.

It hurt just a second ago, so it's obviously going to hurt this time too. I can feel little else but fear and anticipation as he pushes in on the gun, making sure it slides smoothly before using it to jam another piece of metal into my earlobe. Another clacking noise assaults my eardrums as the sharp, thick end of the earring jabs through my skin, leaving me whining from the painful sting.

Craig backs away to pull a little mirror out of his makeshift piercing kit, which is really nothing more than one of those cheap, black bags from Hot Topic that has music=life bolded on the front. It's filled with random tidbits he uses to punch holes in his skin and shove metal rods into them. It makes me shutter when I realize that's what I just let him do to my ears. I take the handle of his mirror and peer inside at the other Tweek, turning my head from side to side so that I can get a good look at Craig's work. I chose a couple of little silver earrings that I thought wouldn't be too noticeable, and I'm surprised to see they don't look half bad. Craig is smiling as he watches me fiddle with his mirror. It's not just one of his little half smiles; it's a real one like he had when Bebe showed off her earrings to the lunch table a couple weeks ago. It makes me feel really good when he smiles at me like that instead of her.