Flesh.

002

We didn't move for a while, I knew she didn't want to. She was happy, comfortable, as was I. The girl who's head licked my car, her body dancing in the headlights -- was a distant memory. For once.

I look at her and shrug,

"Wanna get a bite?" I look into those, daring eyes, they challenge mine and the edges of her lips curl into a grin.

"Come back in an hour, okay?"

She closes the door in my face. I stand there in shock. What did I just do? A little scream comes from her apartment -- a happy squeal.

My resentment towards her had faded after the first hour of her unexpected arrival. Something in her had changed. Or maybe it was me. She wasn't the one who had ruined my life. In comparison to Belle, she was a godsend. Conversation came easy with her, and we had many shared interests that I hadn't taken the time to realize before.

I turn around and walk to my apartment; I need to unpack, but the TV looks much more inviting, as does my couch. Whoops.

I sit there until it's fifty-minutes that I've waited. I should get ready. . . I throw on a dress shirt, a tie, and put my short blonde hair up, running my hands through the perfectly gelled hair on the back of my neck.

Good enough. What a scrub. I shake my head, dipping it down and smiling up at the mirror. Ugh I gotta look good . . . oh well. Why am I trying to impress her anyway?

I walk to her door after lacing my Vans.

She walks out, her hair perfectly straightened, and a sexy red dress fitting her body. I lick my lips and grab her hand.

"You loo-look beautiful."

Oh god. I'm drooling.

I open the car door for her, and walk to the otherside, putting some Bring Me The Horizon on because nothing like screamo before dinner. Am I right?

She hums along while I intensely head bang to it.

A stray piece of hair falls to my lips. The music collects the anxiety and we're mixed into laughter when an old man honks at me.

She laughs and it fills my car like an orchestra; every instrument being tuned, being taught the ways of beauty.

I pull into a parking lot of an old Greek restaurant. I stop the car, look at her, and pull her hand to my lips.

She flushes and opens her door, flooding the car with cold air. I don't remember liking her. Why am I doing this?

I hold the door open for her as she walks in, her perfume slapping my nose.

---We share a type of Gyro, and get ice cream. She squealed at the sight of an ice cream truck and I stepped on the gas -- just in time we caught the truck like a rapid K-9 dog. I licked my Sponge-Bob Popsicle, eating his bubble gum eyes.

She gasps at the sight of his missing eye,

"How's he going to see now?!"

"He won't. If you're asking me, I did him a favor." I respond, licking my Popsicle.

She nods and silences her thoughts. She grabs my hand and smiles thoughtfully when I rub my thumb over hers.

I park my truck in the middle of a field, pulling out a blanket.

---We lay there until nine. Then she turns and locks eyes with me, her lips folding into curiosity.

"Why did you move here?" She frowns.

"I needed to start-over." I bluntly respond, nothing stringing to my words. It's simple as day; I needed to get away.

"Are you staying?" Her words linger like a death sentence.

I don't respond, I just lay there until my tongue clicks and words form.

"Yes. I can't go back.."

She grabs my face and presses her lips against mine and we lay there like that for however long, I don't know.

When we finally got tired enough to want to go inside, the moon was completely under the sun, and the trees screamed at the winding grass.

I took her home, closed her door, slid into my apartment . . . and boom I was asleep like a brick.

"You didn't even wait to get over me."

Words form out the dark, the girl with the scars on her face, and the crutches looks at me.

"How did you get in? How did you find me??"

Authors Note:

ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER (:::