She Coyote

38. In Vertigo

remember that only really cool kids comment and vote on really unknown cool hipster books. So. Be a cool kid, maybe. Love u.

COYOTE
I pulled the sweater up over my head and tossed it onto the counter as the steam wafted through the air of the kitchen. The scent of spaghetti sauce unfurled in the space and invaded my senses in a romantic, dreamy way. I smiled as I stirred the pasta that was bubbling in the pot next to it. It had been a while since I was able to cook myself a good meal. I always got the bare minimum when it came down to food, that I never realized how hungry I was for actual sustenance.

"Smells good." I heard Jude's groggy voice sound from behind me. I spun around, leaning back against the counter, an easy smile on my lips.

"How was your shower?" I questioned as he slicked back his black, wet hair.

"Lonely," he responded, approaching me and placing both hands on either side on me. He leaned forward and our lips met, my hands moving up to mold to the curve of his neck and shoulders, my grin still present.

"Hungry?" I questioned softly and he nodded his head lazily, eyes closed.

"Mhmm," he murmured dazed, coming back to kiss me again. His lips tasted like tobacco. He probably was smoking in the shower. It was a little concerning that he couldn't go very long without a cig.

"How have you been?" I asked once we finally broke apart. His hands still remained in either side of me, leaning down so our eyes were level.

"Better. I still want drugs." He bluntly responded, grinning sleepily.

"I could probably get us some shrooms." I shrugged, running my fingers down the curve of his cheek.

He chuckled. "Wow, mushrooms, nostalgic." He leaned in and rested his lips on my neck. "How about heroin instead?"

"No." I pushed him back and held his face in both my hands. He was still smiling. He was so beautiful. I loved his face. "You're too pretty to be on heroin." I told him.

"My arms aren't looking so pretty. I feel like these scars aren't gonna go away anytime soon." He motioned down to the needle marks at the top of his inner forearm.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "You're still pretty." I said and he laughed.

"I love you." He whispered against my ear, sending chills zipping up and down my spine.

"I love you, too." It felt so loud in this quiet room, nothing but he bubbling of boiling water sounding out throughout the room.

"You've done so much for me..." his fingers wove into the tangles of my hair, his thumb running along my ear. "I wish there was something I could give you in return."

"Sobriety." I shrugged.

He hesitated for a brief moment, still smiling. Then he shook his head. "No can do."

"Why?" I grumbled childishly, pushing my head against his chest like a five year old.

He chuckled and patted my hair. "Not entirely. Anyways it's only been like a week since I got off hard drugs, I think I'm doing pretty good for the circumstances."