𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬

𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔

Lyra

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

The streets are eerily quiet; we're currently under some random shelter as it's pouring rain. "You know, this place is real creepy." I tell Kyra.

Well, it's 2 a.m., and it looks like something or someone is lurking in the shadows and is going to fucking kill us or something." "Okay, now I'm just paranoid." "Good." I can't help but roll my eyes at Kyra.

"That jackass is so annoying." I throw my arms up, exasperated. "He's the one who said we're going clubbing, yet we got kicked out basically, and now we're here." She says.

"I couldn't even have a little bit of alcohol!" I shake my head in annoyance.

"I can just imagine how you act when you're drunk." Kyra states, "Like how?" I ask, even though I have an idea of it. "Absolutely insufferable," she grumbles, "like beyond relief."

"Where did Ragazzo Sconosciuto go?" "I don't know if he dragged us out of the club and then... just left." "I am going to kick his balls so hard that his sperm will be permanently damaged." Kyra laughs at my very serious threat and walks off in the pouring rain.

"Don't be lazy, Lyra, just walk." "You're freely walking around like you don't feel someone is about to kill us?" She ignores me like always while getting wet in this rain that just became a thunderstorm.

I jump up from the lightning and quickly follow Kyra.

[Translation: stranger boy]

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I finally found the comfort of my bed after walking around in fucking heels, and I thought I was going to sleep, but Zyra peeks down from the top bunk.

"Long night? Who fucked you?" "Shut up, Zyra. I'm not a whore; that was just a one-time thing." "Mmhhmm, I believe you." "Okay, go back to reading your stupid love stories or whatever; I'm going to bed," I say, snuggling the blankets before falling asleep.

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I wake up to Shrek's moaning; it's an effective alarm that wakes you up. "Will you fucking turn that off?" Zyra groans from above me. "I am you, cogliona." I turn the alarm off. "Don't call me that."

She pulls my hair from above. "OW! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOU ARE A COGLIONA." I bring her hand to my mouth and bite down. Hard. Her screaming is satisfying to me. In a non-sexual-incest way.

[Translation: fucker]

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The hot water drips all over my body as I have a private concert. "WELL, MY BOYFRIEND'S IN A BAND; HE PLAYS GUITAR WHILE I SING LOU REEDDDDDDDDD. I'VE GOT FEATHERS IN MY HAIR. I GET DOWN TO BEAT POETRY. AND MY JAZZ COLLECTION'S RARE, I CAN PLAY MOST ANYTHING!" I take a quick second to catch my breath.

"I'M A BROOKLYN BA-" I'm going to break her arm for interrupting me.

"LYRAAAAAAAA!" "WHAT DO YOU WANT, KYRA?" "YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS!" Two hours? What's the big deal about that? "IT'S ONLY TWO HOURS."

"YOU BETTER GET OUT OF THERE IN FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I BREAK YOUR HEADPHO—" That's got me running out.

I shoot a side glare at Kyra before she gets in. I dry myself off and throw on a maxi skirt and a tube top before I sit on my vanity, putting on some light makeup.

I notice Zyra watching me with a stupid smile on her face in the mirror. "Now what?" I ask, "You said you'd take me to the library."

She takes a few steps closer. "You remember, right?" I'm terrified of what's going to happen if I say no.

"W-well, of course, I remember; how could I forget?" "Well?" She taps on my shoulder. "Aren't you going to take me now?"

"I haven't even eaten breakfast yet!" "No arguing; we can stop by a café and get something to eat." "But," I try to say, but she interrupts me.

"No buts either; don't you need to get some of your books too?" I sigh. "Yeah, let me just finish." "Fine," Zyra says, waiting behind me.

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I eat my croissant while walking to the library with Zyra. "Oh, my favorite smell." Zyra enthuses me. I roll my eyes at her while looking for any books that pique my interest.

Soon enough, my hands were full with about 25 books. And Zyra—I don't even know where the shopping cart came from. "Okay, so who's paying?"

"Lyra, shut up; it's not like you even work or anything; you only have money we inherited." "Well, thanks to me, we have the money now and not until we're 18, so pay up."

I smile widely when she takes out cash and says, "Okay, let's go, humpty dumpty." "Fuck you, Zyra."

I dumped my books onto my bed, organizing them to perfection, before putting them on my shelf.

I go out to annoy some folks and head to Kyra's room. I slam the door open and...

Oh, mio dio, sono appena morto e ho visto la Mamma prima di tornare.

[Translation: Oh my God, I just died and I saw Mamma before I came back.]

Kyra's against the wall. Yewkin holding her. Them playing tongue twister.