If The World Ends Tomorrow | ONGOING

𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍

"Bowling?" Eden looks up at the flashing Neon sign, it's a little cracked, and the exterior of the building is sketchy but make no mistake it's a hidden gem. Peysle has many of those.

"Come on, we haven't got all day." I walk ahead of him gesturing for him to come along.

The building is basically empty with only one worker there, Clementine, who was my history partner my freshman year, and because I am the only reason she passed she's granted me free entry to every workplace she works at.

I have it on paper. 

I have cashed in on it, but ever since she's started working at the bowling alley, I come over some nights, usually on busier days. 

Today isn't one of those hence why she has a cigarette in her mouth, the no smoking sign behind her all the more ironic.

"Hey, Giselle," She greets, "Who's your friend?"

"Eden." I point him out. Eden raises his hand, standing behind me. "Clementine." I point her out.

"Cute." She takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side. "Shoe size?"

"Eleven," Eden replis. 

Clem nods, hopping off her seat going to the back seconds later coming out with two pairs of shoes in hand. She pushes the smaller pair towards me and the larger one towards Eden. 

"Last one," She points to the far end of the area, where one alley had lit up. "Have fun."

"Thanks, Clem." I smile, letting the shoes hang loosely on my middle and ring finger. She offers her cigarette to me, I shake my head, though it's an offer I would have taken any other time.

I don't know when I decided that I didn't want to smoke around Eden, but I had, maybe it's because he pointed out that it was bad the other day. Though every time we hang out, I'm coming down from one or the other.

Deep down, I think I just don't want him to know me like that, I don't want to be the girl who's always high or drunk.

I sit in the booth quickly replacing my shoes with the bowling ones. The corners of the shoe squish my toes in, but I decide I'll make do.

I turn to Eden my hands up. "Rock, Paper, Scissors, winner goes last."

"It's winners go first," Eden corrects.

"Not today." 

Eden rolls his eyes, I've noticed he does that whenever he disagrees, instead of just saying that he disagrees. 

"Everyone knows going last is the best in bowling," I say.

"Everyone?"

I roll my eyes. "Me." I correct. "Winner goes last, best of three."

He sighs shaking his head, his palm coming up his fist resting on it.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot." I smile, covering Eden's rock with my hand. "Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot." My nose crinkles when he cuts my flat hand. "One more, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot." We both land on Rock, the next time Scissors, and after that Rock again.

We look at each other pausing it's that moment when you know the next one is the final one. 

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!" I shut my eyes scared to see the result, but seconds later I slowly open them seeing Eden's flat palm, hovering over my closed fist. 

I cuss under my breath smacking my palm against my head and shaking my forehead.

"One more?"I try

"You're out of luck." Eden shrugs.