Alone

F O U R

I hadn't realized how long it had taken us to walk and for John to explain the situation between him and Effie until I reached out my phone to take a typical tumblr photo of the street lamps flickering, casting an eerie glow on the road.

"John, its 1am. I've been out for 4 freaking hours" I laugh. I reckon this is the first time I've ever lost track of time. 

"Well hurry your ass up then. What are you even doing?"

"It's called being grunge tumblr. Don't judge" I joke, snapping a few photos of him whilst the lamp above defines his jawline and cheekbones that if I may say so myself could cut glass in any light.

"Hey, what the fuck? Stop that. You know I don't like my photo taken" he pleads, but I just ignore and continue to take photos. "MIA, stop" he yells, making me giggle. 

"Nope, just one photo! Please?" I pout, enjoying how annoyed he was growing by this. Without waiting for a reply, I place the phone on the brick wall beside me and walk over to him.

"Put your arm above you head"

"Wait, wha-"

"Just do as I say and you'll look great. I did study photography in school you know.." I say sassily, knowing he would look good.

"Fuck you, I can't believe I'm letting you do this bro" he spits back, but letting out a little giggle after.

"You love it really, now smile"

"You can fuck off if you think I'm smiling! I have a badboy reputation to keep up M" he smirks, sticking his tongue out and going cross-eyed, but not long enough for me to take a snapshot.

"Fine, look mysterious for me" I joke in a silly voice.

He begins to strike different poses, some idiotic yet some dead serious. I begin to crack up, snorting like a pig at his childish ways.

"Am I that ugly that you feel the need to laugh?" he winks.

"Of course not, you're just stupid" I send back quickly.

"Oh the harsh banter, I see how it is!"

He begins to run over to me acting like a zombie by mumbling, causing me to scream.

"JOHN, NO. NOT THE ZOMBIE VOICE!!"

Every time John used to help me with my problems, he would always manage to cheer me up but if he couldn't get me to smile he'd put on this silly voice that scared the bejesus out of me. 

Apparently the zombie voice was 'for my ears only' but it was truly terrifying. He would insist to do it each time though because it 'guaranteed a smile' as he would say.

"I haven't heard the zombie voice in ages and I'm not prepared to hear it now" I protest, covering my ears with the sleeves of my oversized hoodie. Before I knew it, I was slung over John's shoulder and he was spinning us around. 

"Mia, I am here to eat your flesh" he yells, trying to be heard over my girly shrieks.

"John, stop" I cry, nearly busting a gut with how much laughing I was doing.

"MIA. BRAINS. I NEED HUMAN BRAINS. OR VEINS" he chuckles, way more amused by this than I was. He finally put me down, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear revealing my eyes.

"Wow..." he trails off.

"Like what you see?" I joke, repeating what he had said to me earlier on.

"As a matter of fact I do" he answers. 

I feel myself blushing once more at his words as his had reaches for mine which had been just dangling by my me. 

He intertwines his fingers with mine and I felt the heat radiating from his skin. His hands were that type of soft that every girl envies and every man hates. If I'm honest it made mine feel like some kind of scaly lizard. Oh the embarrassment.