Opposites attract.

Thrasher.

He chewed on his bottom lip and laced his fingers in his lap.

"You like Heavy metal, rock, death metal" He told me.

I nodded and shrugged, "Who doesn't"i said with a laugh.

"You hate getting wet, but love the rain" he told me. I sighed and nodded " Okay... I'm sure everybody feels that way" i said and half smiled.

He then looked as if he was thinking to hard, and i watched as his eyes became blue, and those blue eyes focused on me like a hawk.

"You used to cut. " he said emotionless . I stared at him biting my own lip, My palms becoming sweaty.

"You used a butter knife.. And nearly sawed off your wrist." He said and smirked as he watched me pull down my sleeves.

"Well what else do you know" i said trying to sound as confident as i can.

"You used to thrash throughout your pre-teen years" he said laughing

"Did not!" I yelled defensively, and pouted.

"Dude, i can see your past just by looking in your eyes" he said "and it was awful. Sorry i wasn't there to take you away when i had the chance" he added in a mumble tone.

He was apologizing for not letting me succeed in my own murder. What the hell? "it's fine. That's the past, I'll never go back to that place again" i admitted.

"Okay, thrasher." He said and laughed, " I did not, thrash!" I yelled loud enough for Russia to hear.

"Okay cutie." He piped and i froze.

Did death...just call be cute.