The Blue Mustache Squad (a fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Capítulo Quince

Rian began placing his clothes in the wash, one article of clothing at a time. They were awfully stinky, a rank mixture of rust and dirt and B.O.

She stuck her hand in each pocket, fishing out any important materials that Cain might need for later. She pulled into her palm first, his drivers license, and smiled. Even he couldn't escape the horrible snap of a DMV camera. She set it aside in a basket on the shelf above the dryer and kept digging. She came upon a few quarters and a nickel; a red lighter with a scarce amount of juice left; and a little empty baggy.

She was squinting suspiciously at the cloudy specks stuck to the plastic when suddenly, Cain opened the bathroom door, steam emerging with him. Rian discreetly slipped the baggy back with the rest of his stuff and turned around to greet him, a gentle grin across her face. "You look much better." He truly did. Having shaved his face, brushed his teeth, and trimmed his hair, he certainly looked like a new man. A waft of sweet, fresh apples drifted up into her nose driving that observation further towards actual truth. Oh yeah, he's way better. She could actually hug him without gagging.

However, she still wasn't sure things were fine.

The uncertainty came as a strange metallic taste in her mouth right after she invited him into her car. Now they were back at her apartment, and it was still there. Poking at her every so often to remind her of its presence. It just wouldn't leave.

"Soo..." Cain stood in a beige towel a few inches away, glistening under the hall lights. It was unsettling. Cain was more bone than meat, and there wasn't real muscle definition on his stomach. It was mostly flat.

"Soo..." She began nervously. "You must be tired of sleeping against a stump. Wanna turn in for the night?"

He shook his head.

"Hungry?"

He shook his head again, his pupils dilating, and his voice huskier. "No. Not for food."

Rian rolled her eyes without even realizing it and chuckled shortly.

This guy.

Cain drew closer though, instilling the reality that this was actually happening. And she really wanted it to. She always had.

"I'm sorry I drew that mean picture of you." He said, sweeping a strand of hair out of her view. She chuckled again, nervously. She wasn't so good at this.

"I didn't mean to be such a sensitive bitch..."

He tsked. "Don't call yourself that. You have the absolute right to be. I'm an asshole. I'm a fuck up."

"No, your not." A flash image of the baggy popped into her head, but she ignored it. "I don't think you are."

She could see he was touched.

"It's nice to hear someone say that and actually mean it. Nobody's believed in me in a long time." She hadn't even realized he had backed her into her own room until he had finally shut the door behind him. As quickly as their lips connected, the metallic taste sharpened like the lash of a blade against her tongue.

~•~•~

"Have a good night!" The cheery waitress beamed with wide cherry lips. Miranda gagged.

"Eww. She looks like a clown."

"Well..." Channa glanced back as they were exiting. The waitress waved at her, goofy kindness plastered across her mug in a smear of red. "Maybe just a little."

"Gross hoe." Miranda clicked through the parking lot in pearl white heels.

"Who the hell wears heels and booty shorts to a Denny's late at night?" Channa chuckled.

"Well, I thought I'd show off what I've worked so hard for." Miranda smacked her thigh to prove her point. "And as for shoes, I left my white vans back in Los Angeles with Justin."

"Sure, you did." Channa rolled her eyes. When was she ever going to stop with that Justin crap? "Where's your car?"

"We're almost there." Miranda led Channa through another row of vehicles before coming to her's.

"Holy. Fuck."

The moon lit up the hot pink paint of Miranda's Lamborghini. Channa was more convinced Miranda was actually dating Justin Bieber now.

"Damn dawg." That's all she could utter. She was speechless.

"I know right?" Miranda grinned her weird silly grin, which would have been plenty more hilarious had she not gotten that nose job. "I'm only driving this one til' my matte black one is ready."

"Hey Chan-" Sophie paused right beside a jaw-dropped Channa. She had went back to get her purse and was now also wide eyed, mouth dropping nearly to the gravel. "Woah Miranda. I didn't know you had this much money."

"I knowww-hoooo." Miranda sang in a high pitch. "Who wants to take a ride?"

~•~•~

"Is Rigay asleep already?"

"Probably. It's a work night after all."

"Oh well, I need to get my charger." Miranda walked down the hall and stopped in front of Rian's room. She knocked loudly. "Rigay! I need my charrrrrrgerrrrr!"

"Beat it!"

"I'm not leaving without it!"

"Miranda, go eat your own ass, seriously." Rian called back. She didn't sound sleepy. Miranda knocked louder.

"Come on Ri, give me my fucking charger!"

A lock click sounded, and the door cracked a bit. Rian held out her arm with Miranda's charger. "Here Bitch, take it and go away."

"Who's in there?" Miranda pressed her lips together and scrunched her eyes at her cousin. She tried to push her way in, but Rian kept her foot to the door. "Hmmmm?"

"None of your business. I'll see you and your scrotum eyelids in the morning. Good night." Rian shut the door in Miranda's face and locked it.

Mir pursed her lips at the closed door. "Dick."

Inside the room, Rian slid back in beside Cain on the bed. They hadn't done anything more than kiss and she didn't want to take it further. Not yet, at least. Reflecting on the nights events and Cain's odd behavior and what she had found, it didn't feel right to do that with him.

So instead, she pecked his cheek and draped her arm across his chest. Gradually, the darkness encased her in a blanket of warmth and slipped her into a peaceful rest, one she hadn't experienced in the longest time. Not since Cain left.