"So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back."
- The Phoenix, Fall Out Boy.
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Chapter Vingt-quatre : Put On Your War Paint
"I regret a lot."
"Like?"
"I just wish I hadn't done some things and wasn't such a coward."
"What do you mean?"
"I am a really bad person, Andrea."
"Why do you say so?"
"The things I've done.... it's too rough. I've sinned a lot."
"What were they?"
"Hey, come on! You've been badgering me with questions now! It's your turn."
Ash and I were laying as usual in the soft brown sand. We'd started bringing blankets and tiny snacks with us too now. I was getting bored, I mean I did enjoy getting some time free, just to think, but it's hard when it's with someone who's a complete mystery to you.
And it keeps itching me why Ash is the way he is. So I suggested that we can play a game, in which we can ask each other questions and have to answer truthfully. Upon his agreement, I had shot him with the first question — what he regretted the most in his life — which he didn't answer completely.
He now took a moment to think of a question for me, before he quietly breathed. "What's your guilty pleasure?"
"Huhhhh? I can't tell you that!" I almost squealed at him.
"Whoa, this is your game. You have to." He stuck his tongue out at me and turned sideways so we're facing each other.
"Well...", I paused, drawing in a huge amount of air,"Sometimes, I bury myself in bed with a jar of Nutella, and listen to Kellin Quinn's screams. I guess it kind of relieves me? And I can mellow in my infatuation with his voice coupled with chocolate."
"Kellin Quinn? The lead singer of Sleeping With Sirens? The dude who looks like a girl?", he controlled his cackling,"Out of all the fucking people!" And he let loose, the sweet sound of his laughter pouring out like the water in the sea.
I rolled my eyes but my smile didn't falter. "Okay, your turn, what's your relation with Jace?" I changed the topic as smooth af.
"Well, he's my step brother. I'm from my mother's first marriage, and Jace from her second. But yes, I live alone, because of certain disagreements. " He stated simply, inviting no more questions, not that it stopped me.
"Wait, is he a year younger than us?"
"Technically, two years younger. But his father had him conveniently skip first grade to second, because he didn't like his teachers. " We were both sitting cross legged now on the cashmere blanket.
I was going to open my mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud crash in a shed nearby. There was a warehouse right at the top of the beach, which was usually abandoned. But now, the door was half open, a light flickering inside and hushed voices.
On concentrating my sight more, I realised that it was Jace and Miss Junior Whore.
"Speak of the devil!" I threw my hands up aghast and slapped my face against it. "Why can't they take their business, to I don't know, a room?"
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