"No one is abandoning you, Clo!" He yelled to the frantic girl. Her mind was fogged, clouded. "God, I hate you! I hate all of you!" She screamed loudly.
🜸🜸🜸
In which, a boy with commitment issues is kind to a girl with attachment and abandonment...
The rain trickled down the windows of the cafe, pouring down into the puddles already formed on the ground. Although it was in the middle of the day it was dark outside from the shadows of the cloud which made the little amount of sky that was visible seem darker. There were only a few people in the cafe with us, most not daring to leave and be smothered by the heavy rain.
Chris' hair was still damp from the shower he had taken in the morning. He bit into his mortadella sandwich- his pepsi sitting beside the plate. "You know, we've spent a lot of time together right," He chewed and swallowed half of the mouth full he had bit into before continuing, "I feel like.." Chris swallowed the rest, wiping his lower lip from the crumbs, "I don't know that much about you." He finally finished. I took a sip of my coffee and bit into my plain bagel, "Well, what do you wanna know?" I asked.
"Like..." Chris thought for a bit, "What's your full name?" "Clo Barbra Creed, you?" I responded. "Christopher Owen Sturniolo. How come you have an english last name even though you were raised in Lithuania?" He inquired. "Well..." I continued eating and so did he, "I took my dad's last name. I'm half Lithuanian and like half British." I explained. "Hm. What's your parents names?" "I don't wanna talk about parents." I shook my head no, immediately shutting down the conversation.
"Oh I'm sorry-" I cut him off, "No, no it's okay." I chuckled softly. "Let's stay lighthearted, yeah?" I took a sip of my coffee. "What's your favourite color?" I asked immediately not a second after I finished drinking. "I like a good blue and orange, purple once in a while. What's yours?" "Pink and red." "Why?" He scrunched his eyebrows.
"They both taste good and smell nice." I explained my thought, making him laugh a little before talking. "You been eating crayons?" I let out a laugh, "They do though! Like a hot sexy vibrant red and an enthusiastic bright pink, shits amazing. What's your least favourite color?"
"Mm..." Chris thought, "Burgundy." He made a disgusted and annoyed face saying the color. I scrunched my eyebrows and smiled, finally finishing my bagel. "Why burgundy?" "It's just trying too hard to be different and quirky like shut up, pick a normal name like every other color you stuck up." He explained in a short rant. "Bro I like...hate the nasty yellow shade, ya know? Like that weird dark cheese yellow ugh it makes me wanna puke." "What does that one taste like?" "Disgusting. It smells of mold fuck that bitch." I took a sip of my coffee. "Dude the way you can taste and smell colours is insane. How does that even happen?" "If you can't taste and smell colours, you're not living life." "Yeah I'm not chewing on paint like a weirdo." He joked making me laugh lightly.
"Oh wait! You're a tattoo artist right?" Chris recalled, getting slightly excited. "Mhm." I finished my coffee. "How good are you?" "Oh realism is my speciality. You want me to tattoo you?" I suggested. "Uh, fuck yeah?! I love tattoos. As soon as we get back you'll have to tattoo me. Do you have any?" "Yeah, I have my entire back tattooed with this uh, skull with horns. Emo as shit but it's cool though, I got more scattered over my entire body. Oh! And you wanna see something cool?" I smiled. "What is it?"
I stuck out my split tongue, playing around with it. Chris' jaw dropped in surprise, his face turning amused. I stuck it back in and laughed softly at his reaction. "No way!" His voice cracked lightly.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
