I covered Quinn's head with my forearms. A white Phoenix appeared and I relaxed. "Dakota," she said, "mom," I said. "Dakota, the rule was nothing more, nothing less, what are you doing?" She asked angrily.
"Obviously disobeying your rules," I said sarcastically. She slapped me with her wing. "Ow holy shit, ok geez, what do you want me to do?" I asked, "you either break up or you leave, and we take all your remaining lives," she explained. I couldn't leave Quinn, either way. "You have two months my child," she said brushing her wing under my chin.
She disappeared and I hugged Quinn in her sleep, I felt her eyelashes flutter open and she hugged me back, "are you ok?" She asked. "I'm fine, babe, don't worry," I lied. She pulled away, cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.
I didn't resist when she started sitting on my lap, wrapping her legs around me (They have clothes on so back off). I felt teeth glide my bottom lip and she leaned on top of me.
We stayed like this for ten minutes. Soon enough she rested on my hoodie I haven't changed out of in three days and put her hand on my neck. I let her lay there with my back to the couch.
"Now, what's wrong?" she asked half asleep. "Nothing, babe, just sleep," I told her. "But the couch is uncomfortable!" She said, "you're on me," I laughed, "no wonder it's moving," she laughed and went to her bed, "night, don't get drunk while I'm asleep!" She laughed as she lied down.
I wasn't going to get drunk, just high. I walked out of the complex and sat down on the steps. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I heard footsteps and ran my thumb around the point of my pocket knife, when I turned around it was Matt and I took the cigarette out and blew out smoke.
"What?" I asked as he sat next to me, "nothing, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Just smoking, I'm pretty stressed right now," I replied. "Why?" He asked. "Just, my mom, ghost shit, crap about stuff I can't do, life, death, etc," I said. "Well," he said, "why would you smoke if you're dead?" He asked as I knocked him upside the head, "It was only a question!" He laughed rubbing the back of his head. "I know, it was a stupid one," I laughed, it felt good to laugh with him again. I put the cigarette back in my mouth as the laughter died down.
He looked at me and smacked the cigarette to the snow, "you're a douche you know that?" I asked laughing, "I'm not a douche, I'm a bitch," he said matter-of-factly.
"True, but I'd say you're a dumbass," I said laughing a little. "So, are you and Max still 'bros of the year'?" He laughed, "no," I said. "No?" He echoed. "No, we haven't talked in a while," I said, I didn't want to mention he gave me my supply of cigarettes.
"So, you don't want to be his brother?" Matt asked confused. "No, he's NOT my brother, neither are you technically, but I do think of you as one," I confirmed.
"Why are you out here, other than smoking?" He asked as I put the cigarette box in a hole by the door "because it's become a habit, it's pretty easy to be a habit, that's why I yell at max if he tries to give someone one," I stated, it's true, I did yell at max if he tried to give Matt one, I didn't want him to end up like us, smoking, killing, and drinking.
"Dakota, what was your first thought about me when you moved here?" He asked, "I don't know, that was a long time ago, I think it was that you were a small twerp," I said messing up his hair and laughing a little. "No, seriously, I want to know," he said, damn, he grew up well, to bad I was hardly there.....
"It was that you were a jokester, funny, kind, and a little to ahead of himself," I laughed and continued, "but you grew up blaming people, killing, being forced, you never got a real 'kid' experience, well, a good one," I finished.
"That may seem bad to someone, not to me, you're the one who helped me get out of trouble, you're the one who's saved me countless times, you're the one who's brother died, I can imagine what'd I do, or who I'd kill if max died, or you, for real, ya know?" He stated, "I know, but you'll be to much in shock you won't want to do anything, I didn't talk for a year straight, I learned sign language, and did online school, but I didn't mind. I was alone,I was fine, but I always felt like I was haunted," I told him as he watched me.
"Since when did you get those scars over your eye?" He asked, I started wearing my hair without it in my face. "Since two weeks ago, I sorta gave up," I said, "if you gave up you would have taken out the piercings," he said laughing a bit.
"If I gave up, I'd be to lazy to take them out," I laughed. "Yeah, yeah, so, what are you going to do when you have to leave? We both know you're going to have to," he stayed seriously.
"I'm going to leave, that's what I'm going to do, but not now, and you need to sleep, go," I said teleporting to Quinn's room where she wasn't there. I sat on her bed knowing she was with the devil, her sister, Grace.
When Quinn came in she was Mad, really mad. "Are you ok?" I asked as she sat on the bed and looked at me, her gaze softened.
"Dakota," she said, something's wrong. "Ava," I said with a straight face. "Kota, you know my name is Quinn, right?" She said, "of course I do, I thought we were playing the 'full name game'" I said sarcastically, "Dakota we need to break up," she said with tears in her eyes, this took me by surprise, "w-what? Why?" I said looking at Quinn I held her hand for a swift second before she pulled away, "I can't love a ghost, especially an assassin," she spat
This hurt me, but I see why she wouldn't want to love a killer, especially me.
