The Monsters in Me || Yanyan de Jesus ||

iv. tight pink dress

Carla was persistent in going to the club, and you were not. The last time you had gone out partying was after you passed your medical exam in premed school.

"I don't care what you say, I refuse to go." You say with a stern voice and a deadly stare. Carla nods understandably, and you thought you finally had gotten through her head but you were so wrong.

"Well, it would be a shame if you didn't have a place sleep tonight," Carla said as a smirk grew on her lips. She hit the most vulnerable spot in your plans. You didn't have a place to stay yet and she knew that.

you puff your cheeks and let the air out slowly, " I hope you know this is blackmailing."

Carla smiles hugely and gets closer for a hug, "It's strong encouragement."

—-

He moves between the dancing bodies and holds his beverage in a hand, it's been so long since I had a drink.

And for a good reason, drinking may cause alterations to the medicine Ian was prescribed. The consequences were unpredictable, bizarre to his body and people around him. Depending on the present alter, situations can be a risk to be in. But of course this certain alter did not care. At all.

The shirt he wore stuck to his slim body from the sweat and the heat radiating from the mass number of bodies in the building was too much for him. So, he decided to take a smoke break outside.

As he walked out the back door into an alleyway, he could see a girl in a tight pink dress and she caught his eye. Her curves were so prominent and he smiled as he stared at her. She was walking in with a romp of friends and was oblivious to his gaze. I'll talk to her later.

—

"Carla this stupid dress doesn't fit me, you can see my fat rolls!" You scream at Carla as you wobble on your too tall heels. Your emerald green dress giving you spinach vibes. You weren't feeling it.

As you ad Carla walk through the back door and realize the entrance was on the other side, you catch sight of a man. He was handsome and your type, but he was smoking. A big no no for you. The man catches you eye and makes eye contact, he nods and offers a slight smile. You look away and keep following Carla.

What a loser, smoking away his life.