Shades of Cool

s. e. v. e. n.

"Are you drunk?" I'm swinging on his rusty, eye sore of a swing set in his backyard.

"Do I look drunk?" His arms are held out, balancing him as he walks the edge of his sandbox. Just as he says it, his balance falters a little.

I snort.

"You're drunk." He points at me.

I point back. "That's not the point. You're drunker."

"I had, like," he look down at his fingers and holds up two. "This many beers."

"You're a bad liar. Even when you're drink."

"I think the word you're looking for, wifey, is drunk."

I kick a ball his way.

"Why do you wanna know?" He crosses the yard and sits by me.

"I'm just a nosey motherfucker."

"Nah. I don't believe that." He starts to swing next to me. "You never ask me any personal questions."

Haven't I? I guess I haven't. I don't know if I wanna get that close.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

I point at his arm. He looks down at his arm. "What?"

"That!" I put my finger at the tattoo that adorns his skin.

"That's a tattoo."

"No shit."

"Absolutely no shit."

There was a scorpion tattooed on his forearm.

"It's a scorpion."

"I have eyes. I can clearly see that."

"You sure?" He waves his hand in my face. "Because you're pretty drunk..."

I slap his hand away. He laughs and goes back to swinging.

"You don't have to tell me."

"I'll tell you if you tell me about the bruise."

"No deal, Mr. Wiley."

"Oh, I like that. Say it again."

I laugh and wobbly get off the swing.

"In your dreams."

"You're right. Every night."

"You're so full of it."

"I could say such an inappropriate joke to that, but since you're intoxicated I'll let it slide."

"You were gonna make a sexual joke!"

"You're imagining things, little girl."

"I'm not little."

"You're right." He gets up and stands in front of me, putting his hand out to measure his height to mine. He was about five inches taller than me.

"You're little!" I push his chest to prove my point because fuck you I'm drunk.

"I can destroy you."

"No the fuck you fucking can't."

"You wanna put another fuck in there?"

"Fucker."

"Your eloquence is staggering."

I push him again and he checks my hand. He lifts me over his shoulder and I left out a huff. It's obvious that he was going to do this, but since the alcohol is influencing me I let him.

I let him touch me. Because fuck, I want it.

"So strong. So macho."

He starts to spin me around and my stomach turns.

"You might wanna not do that." I reach down and pinch his butt.

He yelps and almost drops me. He puts me down.

"I gave you Captain Crunch and this is how you treat me?"

"Oh, yeah. Can I have more of that?"

"My little sister is going to fight you for it."

"Give me a piggy back ride."

He tilts his head to the side and smiles. He crouches down. "Hop on."

I put my hands on his shoulder and jumps up, he hooks his hands around my legs and holds me to him.

"How old is your sister?" He starts walking around his backyard, probably so this won't be awkward.

"She's five and three quarters."

"What's that even mean?"

"I don't know she likes to say it." He spins around a little slower this time.

"Mm." I lean my head against his back.

"Are you tired?" I can feel his head turn slightly, as to look at me.

"No. Just... Floating."

He leans his head back against mine.

"Oh hey. Question. Were your parents home when we dried my shirt?"

"They went with Michael's parents. Only Ellie is here. Uh, do you want to go inside?"

"Will I have to fight your sister for Captain Crunch?"

"Obviously."

We head for his back door. I'm still on his back and we maneuver through. His house is nice and spacious, but that could be because I live in a trailer.

We make our way into the kitchen and he goes up his stairs and into his room.

"So, this is my room..." He says before he pushes the door open. His walls are painted light grey and he has band posters cluttering his walls.

His carpet looks really fucking soft.

I wiggle to release myself from his grip. He lets out a huff in protest. I melt onto his carpet.

"It's like heaven."

He laughs at me.

I yawn.

"Do you wanna..."

"Hm?"

"You can sleep here if you want. Instead having to go back over to Michael's."

I stretch and cuddle to the floor. "Mkay."

"You can sleep on the bed."

He scoops me up and plops me on his bed, which is fucking comfortable, and slips my shoes off. He snatches one of his pillows that I'm not using and puts it on the ground besides his bed. I lay on my side and watch him. He is laying on his stomach, his arms under the pillow and looks back up at me.

"Hey, Bliss."

"Hm?"

"You're beautiful."

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Just a quick update. I'm sorry it isn't as long.

Which part of Shades of Cool would you like to see in Finn's point of view?!

Love you all,
Mattie.