(lava lamp - thundercat)
The sun was about to go up, and the sky was all kinds of colors. They were sitting on the grass somwhere in the middle of nowhere. Or so it felt like. It was just outside the city.
They were intoxicated by alcohol, and Brad couldn't quite figure out if he was still high on drugs. He felt good anyway.
He turned his head to hers. She looked tired. And Elizabeth was. But she didn't feel good as he did in that moment.
"What's your secret, Lucifer?" Brad asked, but the sound came out muffled by the cigarette he was lighting up between his lips. His eyebrows was knitted together, and eyes glistening by the orange fire from his lighter.
She took a drag at her own. "What makes you think I have one?" She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke.
"Doesn't everyone?" His eyebrows arched again and he glanced at her.
She just shrugged. Her eyes glanced up in the sky. Clouds as different things. Black birds flying by in small groups. The weather was good that day.
"Okay, then I'll start," he said. "I don't like rollercoasters."
Elizabeth looked at him, not realising they were doing this. Some part of her thought it was lame, another part of her was curious about his secrets. "I've never tried one." She replied.
Brad looked at her, thinking her statement wasn't enough, but she ignored his glare. "I'm afraid of heights." He said.
"I don't like deep water." And their slurred out voices with secrets came out one after one.
"I used to draw."
"I'm scared of spiders."
"I broke a girl's leg."
"My name's Elizabeth." And it made Brad pause and look up at her, with a small smirk. Elizabeth could feel his eyes on her again, but didn't catch his stare.
Brad licked his lips, and looked away. "I get easily addicted." He breathed out slowly afterwards. She was just about to ask him -addicted to what?, but then decided against it.
But Brad got addicted to everything so quick, and so easily. Whether it was drugs, alcohol, cigarettes or something in his past, he rarely thought about.
He used to get addicted to adrenaline rushes. He would almost die because of it. But again, that was his past. He became addicted to the bible, and his religion. Addicted to girls.
Now he was addicted to those things like drugs and so. Addicted to the pleasure. Whether it was drugs, sex or even a single cigarette to satisfy his need, he was highly addicted to.
"I'm addicted now." Elizabeth said, Breaking the silence. Brad was lying on the grass, he closed his eyes.
"My mother is a buddhist." And Elizabeth wondered why that was so special, but then remembered how much he talked about God.
Brad was a christian, and was almost ashamed of his mother's religion. It didn't matter though, he never speaks to his family anymore.
"I don't remember my childhood... nor my parents." All Elizabeth remember is sitting on that bench, alone. Then he came, and that's all there is to her life. She doesn't know how she ended up on the street, or why she did.
She laid down besides him. The silence streched, and Brad's dark eyes turned soft, as he laid them on her. Elizabeth finally catched his eyes, and all there was to hear, was the wind. Brad was also about to ask her loads of question, but didn't.
He closed his eyes again, and inhaled the cigarette. Elizabeth did the same. Then he exhaled slowly, not sure weather or not he should tell her the next thing. "I'm afraid God is going to punish me." He said softly and slowly. She was quiet. "I'm afraid he isn't going to forgive me." It almost came out as a whisper from his pink tinted lips.
But it was like they were admitting their thruths to themselves. Admitting their problems. "I'm depressed." Elizabeth said in a low voice as his.
"I fear the devil." He chrunched the cigarette down in the grass.
"I'm scared I don't get a real life."
"I'm afraid to face reality."
"Fuck." Brad breathed out, sitting up with his head between his arms, hands in his brown curls.
How beautiful the sunrise must've been, the conversation had taken a turn, and their minds was leaved realising how shitty their lifes was.
For what should have been a casual conversation between the two of them, had turned into a deep one about their fears, admissions and most of all their present life, that was the most depressing of them all.
