sad eyes, bad guys

ultraviolet

7pm.
It was a Saturday.
I wasn't at a party, which was a shocker.

This Saturday, I decided to spend time by trying to enjoy the fresh air. And by that I mean 2 hours of walking through dusty polluted city streets. By this time, I was heading back home. It was getting a bit dark, and I don't like the dark, funnily enough. My hands were stuffed in the pockets of my hoodie and my dirty hair was seemingly finding new ways to look even worse than it already does.

Thanks hair.

The night reminded me of Rebecca. It was misty, dark, confusing. You didn't really know what was going on.

Rebecca was two-faced.

In the morning you would see the daughter of the local Vicar go out in her knee-length skirt to take her younger brother to Sunday church school that was run by her family. Her house was covered with family photos. Her room was filled with Jesus posters and her diaries were filled with holy thoughts.

In the night you would see the jet black haired rocker chick sluggishly going around every house party on the block. Drunk most of the time. Drugs, lots of drugs. Sex with Rebecca was wreckless. And I loved it that way. She didn't care about what she was doing. Neither did I. But I was so naive.

Once I asked her,
"How are you these two completely different people?"
And she answered,
"Oh they're not people Evan, they're my expectations."

"Get off of me dickhead!"
I swing my head to the right, where I witnessed  the backs of 3 guys, and Camilla in the middle. She saw me, but she didn't make a sound. She just continued to wrestle  them off.

"You didn't pay us back."
The men growled.
"My friend payed you back."
"No he didn't, you bitch."

She threw an unlucky punch towards one of them, then slid to the next one. I ran towards them. While wrestling one of them off, I seemed to have caught the attention of the other two, that attacked me instantly. Panicking, I hit as hard as I could, until they eventually all fell to their knees. I wondered why until I saw Camilla with a smirk on her face. She laughed.

"I'm so happy I don't have balls."
She looked at me. I looked at her.
"Thanks for helping me out."
"You're welco-"
The guys stood up.
Shit.

I and Camilla headed straight out of that alley way, and ended up running into a restaurant. Gliding through the tables, we fled to the kitchen, where we hid under the sink. She hid under one, and I hid under another. I heard the kitchen doors slam open.

"We're looking for a few kids..."
Camilla fled right through a small kitchen window, I followed.

"Crap! Where are we even running?"
She asked in an exhausted voice.
"There's a party downtown, they'll lose us there."

She nodded and we headed that way. Running through small streets, the guys eventually caught up with us. Scramming into the party, we ran through half of the house, then stopped in the middle of a partying crowd.

"Shit, where do we hide?"
"I don't know!"
I replied, panicking. I saw on of them coming our direction.
"Camilla there's one coming our way right n-"
Pulling me by my hoodie, her soft lips puckered onto mine. They were small, but powerful. And it wasn't sickly. She was gentle. I didn't even know what was going on.

The pounding music zoomed back into my hearing as she let go. We were still here, in this random party being chased by... Who even were those guys?

" I think we lost 'em."
She chuckled.
"They lost us. Let's make sure they don't find us."

She smiled. Little dimples popped up at the side of her cheeks and it was adorable.
I began walking out, with her. I grabbed some drinks on my way out. No one cared, it was a party for god sakes.

After about an hour of conversation, while we were heading nowhere, we reached a hill. It was grassy and had a view that was so beautiful that no one could ever see the horrible acts committed there. We sat down.
"Do you think that aliens are real?"
Camilla began,
"Because I'm pretty sure I'm one of them."
I laughed.
"Why would you think that?"
She turned to me,
"I don't fit Evan. I'm just the puzzle piece that a kid keeps trying to push into the wrong places. I'm out of line. I'm not even near the line, I'm probably trying to find my way there."
I turned to her,
"People don't always have to fit. That's why others like them."
"Do you like me Evan?"
"I actually do."
"Too bad, I'm toxic."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"How?"
"I kill the brightness off in people."
"You are the brightness. You light up everything."
"No I don't."
"You light me up."
She looked away. Her long ginger hair trickled down her back like a waterfall and her smudged make up looked like an abstract artwork.
"My dad used to tell me a story about a moon boy called Evan. Evan was very bold in the night sky. But once the sun went up, he saw the pretty sun goddess and fell in love with her. When he saw her he was shy. That's why we see the moon during the day. The moon-boy loved the sun goddess so much he stares at her during the day. But when he does, he is shy, so the moon is very faded, and we can barely see it."
"Maybe I like looking at you from a distance because you look so beautiful naturally."
"What?"
"What?"