P U N C H E D
02:22 a.m.
6th December 2015
Her head was aching and the awkward tipsy feeling hadn't exactly eluded her body. She had drunk a lot, yet the memories of her drunken escapades still rang clearly in her mind. How she had shouted herself hoarse on the thought of losing SpongeBob SquarePants in a pineapple forever. Or how she had decided that acting like a squirrel would help him come near to her.
SpongeBob had liked Sandy the Squirrel though had been her first thought when she had recollected the night. Rory had agreed the party had been a success, even with his insolent behavior that she had luckily circumvented. She liked Wasted Rory; everything would seem effortless with her, there was no need to think, just do.
Her drunken antics had been mild in comparison to her usual behavior. She was a wild drunk and a drunk that remembered all her stupid acts in her liquored up state; to say it was a humiliating proposition on more than one encounter was a massive understatement.
She sighed, smoking her cigarette. They were good in helping her relax and drift away from the dreaded reality. The fact that they dimmed her migraine was also more than welcomed.
Her legs were dangling in their usual position over the ledge, her back facing the door. She glanced over at the boy standing on her shoulder – Sebastian. He had persistently been questioning her; asking her why she had returned drunk at three o'clock in the morning.
She liked it; it felt nice when someone cared for you.
Her Father did, but he was absent more often than present. The staff hated her for her bitchy and mouthy attitude. Hence, when Sebastian decided to come and ask her his questions, she just told him to:
"Screw yourself, Pretty Boy."
She needed a lesson on social skills but then she really didn't care.
"Why are you always up in the night?" He asked her without missing a beat. She liked his unwavering determination of finding everything out. It was cute the way he played detective and treated everything around her as mystery.
"Didn't you know, 'curiosity killed the cat', Sebastian King?" She questioned, frustrated.
Rory thought she had seen the boy freeze for a millisecond but quickly put it to her imagination when he did his cheeky smirk and said, "And satisfaction bought it back to life. So tell me why, Rory?"
"Insomnia sucks, huh." She gave him a wry smile, her smile turning into a mask of confusion when he started laughing. The full belly-deep laughter where you forget about breathing and your stomach starts to pain.
The boy clutched his tummy before looking at her, "You remind me of this girl, Rory Sandsburg."
"Who do I remind you of?" She arched an eyebrow in a confounded manner.
"Never mind that; what do you say about starting an Insomniac Club with me?"
"An insomniac club with you and your many questions, Pretty Boy, never."
"Oh, you wound me deeply, milady." He backed a few steps and dramatically brought a hand up to his chest as if she had shot him there. And at that moment, she wished she had.
Cold wind ruffled through her clothes, making her shiver. She simply did not like winters. Rory inhaled another drag of her cigarette, the nicotine spreading to her lungs, polluting them before they were removed ruthlessly from her in a single breath.
"Did you know one cigarette took away five minutes of your life?" He questioned, saying the word five as if to highlight how much time she was losing. Perhaps once she would have cared but now she only chuckled.
"The words don't give me the slightest motivation to curb this habit to the side, you do know that right?" She smirked. His words probably didn't affect her in the slightest probably because her hope was dwindling to nothing gradually.
For now time was just a number, with no meaning.
She was a purposeless soul amidst a million another purposeless souls, the difference was that she now just didn't strain herself to find the purpose. She didn't know if that was good or bad?
What was the point in trying when your time was already dwindling off to nothing? The girl shook her head and jumped back onto the roof, her back facing the ledge now. Her face inches away from Pretty Boy's.
"You are quite cynical for someone in their twenties." Pretty Boy stated, eyes crinkling. His eyes crinkled a lot, she noted absentmindedly.
"I am nineteen, an angst ridden teenager. Leave me in my pity for myself, Pretty Boy." The SpongeBob SquarePants Girl said unaware of the distance between them.
Unlike the boy whose eyes kept dropping to her lips.
Sebastian stared at her for five seconds before snapping out, "Hey, nineteen, I'm Seb."
And there he does his Dad jokes again. Rory groaned. He had been doing this for the past three hours they'd been up on the roof. It was irritating at the least.
"Can you –"
"Kiss you? Sure I can." Sebastian smirked catching Rory off guard. Her mouth dropped open and Pretty Boy kissed her.
The girl pushed him by the shoulders and
p u n c h e d him in the gut.
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{Heyy, so i am backkkk. and i have no clue if anyone reads this but i like writing so dont care. Andandand if you do read this by some awkward chance then exams and eleventh grade caused this update to come veryy late. Anywhos sorry for the late update xD}
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