The Couch Cult

Chapter One

Amy approached the boy in the recliner, drawing unwanted attention as she moved. It was an odd little place, with graffiti on nearly every inch of the buildings around it and all different kinds of furniture (couches, chairs, tables, fridges) spread out in random places. With his ripped jeans and penciled eyes, he fit in perfectly; and so did she.

She gripped each arm of the chair, leaning in closely so her lips were against his ear. She couldn't risk anyone hearing.

''It happened again.'' She whispered. He gripped her blonde and blue hair and pulled her closer, cautious as well.

''You got another note? A threat? Did they threaten you?''

She took the note out of her pocket and handed it to him. ''This was in my locker. Along with a rat hanging by it's neck on a string and a razor blade.''

First Alania, then Lucy, and now Amelia. It's your turn now.

He crumbled up the paper and let it fall to the ground.

''Who's doing this to you, Amy?''

''I... I don't-''

''Who the fuck is doing this to you?!'' He yelled, shaking her shoulders.

''I don't know! Fuck, Jasper. I don't know!''

He stopped shaking her, pushing her backwards to allow room for him to stand. He ran his fingers through his raven hair and paced back and forth in front of her.

''I'm gonna kill them. I'm gonna find them, and I'm gonna fucking kill them.''

''And how exactly do you plan on doing that?''

He stared at her, stumped on what to say, then dropped his gave to the concrete ground.

''Amy...'' He said quietly, as if that's all he needed to do to let her know he was sorry. And it was.

''I want you safe. If anything were to happen to you...''

She crossed over to him and put her arms around his neck, drawing close as to not be heard again.

''Whoever's doing this, I can handle them. I can take care of it myself.'' She pulled away, and he gave her a silent nod in reply. Then she spun around and walked in the opposite direction.

''Amy!'' She heard someone yell from the side, and turned to see Seth; she groaned, making her way over to him.

''What do you want?''

''How's sucking up to Jasper working out for you? Do you really think jumping on his dick makes you special?''

She rolled her eyes. Everyone knew her and Jasper were nothing but friends. That never stopped the jokes, though.

''Hey, Seth? How'd that whole college thing work out for you? Oh, wait. You're back in Rockford.'' She took a step closer to him, the smug smile immediately disappearing from his face.

''Tell me again why that is. Something about getting kicked out?''

''All right, point taken.'' He raised his hands out in front of him. ''Not a funny joke.''

She messed up his platinum blonde hair. ''See you later, Dead-Beat.''

''Where you going?''

She was about to say home, but someone else called out before she had the chance.

''Amy! Come here.''

She recognized the voice immediately. Cynthia.

''To see the orange one, apparently.'' She replied. Cynthia had dyed her hair a bright orange color the year before, and the nickname had stuck ever since.