(west - river tiber)
Brad wore a smile, but it wasn't genuine. He always covered up his feelings and his true self. Because, why wouldn't he?
He wasn't just like her. His jacket wasn't shabby, and his sneakers weren't as worn out as hers. His brown curly hair was always a mess though, but why would he care?
The bottle of beer he had in his hand, made his usually sober self, a little too tipsy. Just slightly drunk. It was a long time ago that alcohol hit his pink tinted lips, but he liked it. Almost missed it.
The difference between them was Brad actually wanted to do something - live his life. She just didn't care. The thing they had in common was a bit different. They were both homeless.
He eyed the girl with the glossy eyes sitting on the bench. Something dragged him towards her again, maybe it was the alcohol rushing in his blood.
"Move, will you?" His husky voice said in a slurred manner. She looked at him. To her, he seemed somehow absent, like he didn't know what to do, or where else to go.
He was tipsy, but she was just jealous. She'd let him sit down anytime if he ever brought her anything else - alcohol, drugs - not a single cigarette. She was never gonna get him anything, but he got her something the last time then she let him sit besides her on the bench.
Maybe people saw her as greedy. Maybe she needed something, someone. That was just how it was.
No, she knew she needed someone. She was tired of living like this, but a lack of responsibility and courage, made her do nothing.
"So now it's your fucking property?" His aggravating voice - according to Elizabeth - asked. She had recently come to the conclusion that she hated him.
"There's plenty of benches, go sit somewhere else." She looked away from him again. She was already tired of his voice and way of behaving from the last day. Another day was too much.
"I gave you a cigarette, now isn't that a little rude to say?" Brad didn't know why he kept on, because deep down, he didn't want the bench. Maybe it was because he needed someone to talk to, maybe because he knew nobody else would talk to him.
But he knew that he definitely would go somewhere else - anywhere - if he had a real place to stay.
She rolled her eyes removing her legs, so she wasn't taking up the most of the space only equalising. Now she didn't owe him anything and he would have to plant his arrogant ass somewhere else next time.
He smiled, satisfied with himself, while setting fire to a cigarette between his lips.
"What's your name?" He turned his head, but she didn't wanna catch his eyes. In fact, she didn't even want to tell him her name.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" She was rude, but he made her.
"No," The smoke and smell was lingering in the air. "Actually I find your annoyance quite amusing."
"Stop being a dick, would you?" He just shaked his head with a simper, yet again. A stupid smile. A stupid boy. Elizabeth saw him as nothing else.
"Did you know..." Brad was getting drunker, as he kept on drinking. He wasn't at his worst yet, but if he stole another bottle he would be.
"That Lucifer is another word for the devil?"
She looked at him with wonderment. "Yeah,"
"Well I'm gonna call you that if you don't tell me your name."
She was just about to say that she didn't even know his name, but then realised that she couldn't care less.
He flipped the bottle, drinking the rest. He wanted more, and he realised that he didn't wanna sit beside her anymore. She was too negative. He stood up with the empty bottle in his hand.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Lucifer?" Brad looked down at her, but a blurry stare without any focus.
"No."
He just smiled a half smile - mostly for himself, then turning around. It was hard for his drunken body to walk in a straight line. He was unstable.
