All Too Well - Erik Menendez

Tomorrow Brings Only Sorrow [18+]

Princeton. NJ. 1988.

Eriks POV:

Leaving the movie theatre is done so in pools of laughter, light-hearted childish arguments and a brightness that has my subconscious begging for this night to have no end. It's perfect.

"I asked if you wanted your own chips!" My disbelief is immeasurable as she aggressively snatches the bag from my hands.

"I didn't, until I saw you open yours." She laughs through a mouthful of chips. The crumbs fall from her mouth as the intake was too large.

It's cute, it's adorable.

I playfully hit the bottom of the packet of chips and its contents immaculately burst into the air, hitting perfectly in her face. It's laugh inducing and I immediately hold my stomach in response.

I'm an unsuspecting victim, unaware of the consequences of my original action; until it comes. And oh god, does it come.

Mid-laugh, sharp chips cover my vision as the crumbs fall down my hair. Shes lifting the bag above my head and pouring the contents over me. A potato waterfall of some sorts before she slams the bag firmly on the top of my head, it lifelessly floats to the ground.

I halt in my steps, a one-man humiliation show as I watch her belt into stomach-aching laughter. Shes proud of herself, enthralled by her work of art, created, using my chips.

"Really, law student. You think littering is a good look?" My question comes playfully.

"Sorry, I thought you were the trash!" Her reply is barely audible as she fails to fight off her laughter. She has completely sent herself in a fit, and I almost feel guilty shaking the mess out of my hair, however, it seems like this action tickles her further.

Whilst her guard is down, I move closer and bow my head at the curve of her body, and with a loud squeal exiting her, I toss her over my shoulder.

"Put me down!" It's giggled with a musicality which couldn't be replicated on sheets.

I love you, I love hearing you like this.

She hits at my back, the defiant slaps make the whole ordeal more hilarious than before.

"Blue!"

"Please!"

"Erik!"

I'm running up the endless flights of stairs of Lyles condominium, with her over my shoulder. Her shrieks are a mix of horror and laughter, especially the moments I let go of her legs and pretend like I'm going to let her fall; before I tighten my grip again. Because I would never let you fall my love. Never. I promise.

The gust of energy I have is an understatement. I feel alive. I feel strong. I feel unpredictable.
I feel okay. I'm okay.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I bow before sliding her off my shoulder. When I straighten my posture her wild hair is nothing short of a lioness. It's unruliness is apparent, and yet, so sexy. So fearless. Her face is red-hued. Her eyes full of..

Love.

"I hate you!" She laughs, pushing me on my chest. "I should lock you out!" Her eyes change the second she lets the words out, and wide-eyed, she stares at me. The mischievous smirk tugging dangerously at her sweet lip.