Simple Love

12-Lap Dances and 21 Dark Secrets

"Anika, you better be fully clothed and really to go, we're leaving soon and I'm coming in!!" I heard Andy's voice ring, before my door was flung open. I hurriedly covered Dani and then got up, throwing a pencil can at his face.

"I'M NAKED GET THE FUCK OUT!!" I laughed. He covered his eyes and turned his back towards me.

"You ladies get clothes on, we are getting ready to drive to the airport..." He trailed off, walking out of the room, obviously embarrassed.

I shut the door and walked over to my dresser, clipping on a bra and sliding on boxers. I put on simple ripped skinny jeans and an All Time Low tank top. I watched Dani get up and pin her hair up, then put on undergarments. She smiled at me as I put on my socks and Vans. She slid on really tight leather pants with rips in them and the "Penis GPS" that Andy Biersack had on his. She slid on a loose tee shirt that said "You did NOT wake up that way!" on it.

I kissed her before doing my makeup really quick, adding eye liner and light grey eye shadow. I felt her hands on my hips and we swayed to Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up".

"I'm never gonna give you up!" I sang .

"Never gonna let you down" She tried to sing along with me.

"Never gonna run around and desert you" Andy and Mikey poked their heads into the room, singing along. We laughed and started to all sing together.

"Never gonna make you cry"

"Never gonna say goodbye or hurt you" we sang in harmony, giggling. I heard a knock on the door, startling us. I turned to see Eli standing in the hall way looking less than amused.

"Bus is here" he stated before stomping away. I sighed and grabbed my bags -that I packed the day before- and started my way outside to throw them in the back of the bus. We all got on and settled ourselves, waiting for the bus to start moving, indicating that the hour and a half drive to the airport was commencing.

I watched out the window as the many greens and blues of nature zipped by, combining with the odd grays, tans, and blacks of the man-made architecture. It all looked as if a young child had gotten into the finger paints and just kind of smeared colors together. It was like going through a portal every time you started the vehicle, all of the time and past flying behind you as you traveled to your next destination.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't realise that Dani had been talking to me. "Herro!!? You wan fri rice or egg rowl?" She said, jokingly in a mock Asian voice. I playfully hit her arm, kissing her cheek.

"You're such a racist dork!" I laughed, pulling her into my lap.

"You're such a gross couple!" Mikey exclaimed, playfully shoving two fingers in his mouth to make the effect of fake puking. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I planted a soft kiss on the brim of her nose, before getting up and sitting on Mike's lap.

"Can you give me a lap dance??" I begged my older brother, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He looked at me with a face that looked as if he was saying "are you fucking kidding me??" And I answered with an urgent nod of my head. "Please?!?" I begged once more. He rolled his eyes before nodding and getting up, tossing me on the small couch.

I smirked as he sat on my lap, laying back on me, smashing me in the process. I claimed my arms around and slapped his side's and strong, muscle lined abs. He finally agreed and got up, giving above me slightly. He put his long arms above his head and started to move his hips around in circular and "8" motions. I heard Andy and Dani hooting and shouting profanities at him, calling him sexy. I laughed and took out a few coins from my pocket, without interrupting the dancing man above me.

I stuck my hand above his head as far as I could, which wasn't even above him, and tossed the coins in the air. "Dance baby, dance!" We all laughed, savoring the moments before the departure we all knew was so close.

Eli's point of view ((da fuq, right??))

"Dance baby, dance" I watched as Anika smiled as her older brother playfully danced above her. Her smile was genuine, but you could still see the pain buried in her eyes. The light that had been there when I had first met her years ago, was gone, and replaced with a broke light switch that remained off.

I watched helplessly as they all danced and sang with each other. I sighed and got up from my sitting position on the couch. I stomped out of the room, making too large of a scene, but not really caring.

I slid into my bunk and grabbed out a small draw string bag. I headed into the bathroom area and locked the door, turning up Twenty One Pilots, "Stressed Out" and sitting on the toilet seat. I slid down my pants and opened up my bag. I pulled out a small razor and threw it on the ground, smashing it with my boot.

I quickly discarded the extra unneeded plastic bits, and took the single, shining, unharmed blade in my hand, examining it with different angles of light. I held it up, watching as the light hit it and bounced off, creating a small shining spot on the wall adjacent of myself.

I sighed again and looked at my legs. I closed my eyes, tears threatening to spill, and shakily put the blade up to my thigh. I dug it into my leg, scarlet droplets quickly forming in bubbles as the wound opened.

I cried and started to count.

One: For being born

Two: For hurting my father.

Three: For letting him beat you.

Four: For being the bad twin.

Five: For being the one the teachers hated

Six: For back talking the teachers

Seven: For back taking the principal

Eight: For back talking dad

Nine: For making mom leave

Ten: For foster care

Eleven: For hurting the others in foster care

Twelve: For not getting adopted

Thirteen: For finally getting adopted the ruining it

Fourteen: For doing drugs

Fifteen: For getting ass raped

Sixteen: For abusing Anika

Seventeen: For raping her

Eighteen: For using her as a sex slave

Nineteen: For hurting her emotionally

Twenty: for not dealing with emotions well

Twenty One: For loving Anika.