Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where something is wrong

George was sat against the infamous tree, with Emi sitting between his legs, her back against his chest.

His arms were wrapped lightly around her.

They watched the forest around them as they sat in silence.

Once again, he was thinking about being at college, women in his bed telling him that they loved him, but only when  his hand was buried inside of them.

None of them really loved him.

Even if the thought that they did, it didn't mean that they knew him.

He didn't want anything from them other than sex.

No matter how much people made it seem bad to love sex, George couldn't help it.

It was just a part of who he was.

He liked to drink, smoke, and have sex.

In moderation, of course.

He wasn't a complete fucking animal.

He buried his face in Emi's soft hair.

Emi wasn't like that.

She was soft, delicate...

She was everything that he loved.

Truly loved.

Sure, he got riled up by 'big' girls at clubs on weekends, but this was a different kind of love.

His life seemed to by exciting, but it wasn't.

These things only happened on weekends.

The parties and such.

He was actually very clever, and he wasn't bad at school.

He studied during the week, only leaving for some fast food, maybe.

Perhaps a walk through a field, or a late night walk around the small town, just enjoying the nature and calm of the night.

It was just the weekends that he enjoyed getting loud.

Emi didn't mind a party, but she wasn't always the first to get invited either.

It's not that people didn't like her, or that she lacked friends...

Really, she was friends with everyone.

No one hated her, there was no reason to.

She never got in anyone's way, she was just... there.

And people... They didn't mind.

When you got into things like this, it was hard to explain everything and every detail without missing something important.

Missing...

Forgetting...

George...

He was forgetting something.

Something important.

But god, he couldn't figure out what it was.

It was dark now.

The forest was dark, and the cold was setting in.

Emi had grown tired.