Amir's POV;
As soon as I climbed to the roof, I was immediately hit with the smell of strawberries, and berries in general. It smelled nice.
I wiped the blood off my nose with my hand again, while still having it dripping down my face, I didn't care though. I followed the scent, walking over to where I spotted, guess who?
Neon Traffic light.
"Oh great." I muttered under my breath, as I realized he was just dangling his legs over the edge. Instead of doing what I wanted to do, which was yell, I decided not to stoop down to his level. So, I pulled him off the edge, grabbed a cigg from him, and walked to the other side of the roof. I knew that smell wasn't just soap or some shit. He smokes though? pretty surprising. But anyway, I Ignored Whatever he had to say. Usually I come up here to read, or to nap, I was gonna just rant to myself about this whole situation this time though. But, assuming he couldn't hear me, I started ranting anyway.
"I wanted to work here for him. I do everything to make sure his car runs for him. I fix wounds, I make sure they don't get infected, I left everything behind for this job, and again, FOR FUCKING HIM." I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes with my thumb and pointer finger, I was really tired. Then, I noticed the eye strain walking over to me, what? Is he gonna complain I'm getting oil everywhere? Or maybe, he'll complain about how I should be fixing his car. Or maybe-
He cut off my train of thought.
Bomb's pov:
"You know, I was smoking that." I sighed, walking up to him. I snatched the ciggarette from him and popped it into my mouth, "This was my last watermelon flavour, and i don't want to resort to blueberry or orange" I shrugged, i turned my back from and hopped on a railing, tightroping across it.
"The sunset is really pretty.. unlike your bloody nose" I smirked, it seems the only way he listens to me is if i insult him. It's a quite.. problematic way of communication, but it works. I stared off at the sky, not wanting to turn around. I'm not scared of Amir, I'm just.. anxious.. about what he has to say. This whole situation is amusing to me, how underlings can get so worked up.
He went to go yell at me, but I didn't pay attention, he hestitated on what he was going to say next after realizing i dont care. I sat back down on the rail, swinging my legs. My cigg was close to burning out, so i snuffed it out on my wrist. Burns arent that bad when its just a ciggarette. I pulled out another one and lit it with my cotton candy coloured lighter
"Mmm, raspberry, I haven't smoked this one in a while" I hummed, laughing on the inside at Amir's face. He looks so pathetically stupid.
Amirs POV;
Y'know what? What if I just stop caring. He doesn't care so why should I? I'm just here to keep him on the road. He can insult me all he wants, I'm not going to get angry anymore. Not like he's going to care at all.
I shrugged, pulling out my phone, putting my headphones in and completely ignoring his existence. I could hear him trying to speak to me, but instead of responding to what I assumed to be insults, I turned my music up louder, and basically forgot he was there. Humming and singing along to music has always helped me keep a leveled head. It was nice..I was drowsy..I was this close to falling asleep, until he ripped one of my headphones out of my ear, and started yelling about something.
Could I not get one moment of piece?
Instead of getting upset like I usually would, I pushed those angry feelings deep into the bottom of my stomach, and didn't say a word, I looked at him with my usual stern but blank expression, then turned back to my phone. Changing the music, I really liked how upset he got when he realized I was ignoring him. In a way, it was amusing to know that he knows I felt now.
