Double-Edged Sword - $UICIDEBOY$

A Kiss Like Death

    Author's note: I'm actually dying by the end of this chapter

    You pushed the CDs to the side and laid your backpack on top of the dresser, "Ruby, why'd ya say that...?"
    The scent of a blunt began to fill the room, "Just fuckin' with him. Hey, look, you shared your joint when we first met so I got my own to share with you now."
    You spun around and saw Ruby putting a lighter back into his pocket while the blunt laid firmly between the fingers of his other hand. His eyes went soft, and he outstretched his arm. You reached out and gently plucked it out of his hand and stared. Your friendship had come full circle. When you took a hit, he smiled warmly. In all of your time as a fan, you never though you would see Ruby smile genuinely, but all he'd done lately was smile. Something inside of you lifted away, but you ignored it and passed the blunt back. The world swayed warmly, and you decided that unpacking what little you had could wait.
    "Why'd you do it Ruby? People don't just... care so quickly enough to give a number, fly out overnight, and bring someone back into their home..."
    His gaze turned to steel, and suddenly his voice was cold-cut and clean, "I'm not really personable, Y/N. I mean, I love my fans, but I don't really tons of people that I can just vibe with. You didn't even know me, but you just rolled with it. You couldn't even trust me, but you let me see a bit of your life."
    You wished you could tell him you had been a fan for so long, but your lips stayed shut tightly as Ruby continued without a single breath.
    "Like I said, I've been in a place like yours. I've been somewhere dead end, but I wasn't as kind back then as you were to me that night. I don't know... Maybe I felt all inspired.", His face was seeping into red while he distracted himself with the blunt.
    You were about to turn away to unpack, but he spoke again, "And maybe I kept thinking about you after I left that night."
    Your hands clutched the backpack zipper tightly, ribcage shuddering. By the time you'd collected yourself in those mere seconds, Scrim was in the room and taking the blunt from Ruby for a hit. The room went silent. Scrim flicked the ash into a trash can and observed the awkward glances.
    "Ruby, come review some beats with me. I need your opinion."
    Ruby's face twinged with internal pain, but he nodded, "Aight, les' go."

    They left you to your own devices without a word. Again, your heart began to speed back up. You heard Ruby's words echoing on repeat in your head, wondering if he had meant them in a certain way. You took a step towards the bedroom door and listened to the old wooden floor creak. This house felt like an old story that was turned into a physical realm. Tales of greatness and tragedy must have laid within the walls. You could practically feel the nostalgia bleeding out from the cracks of the floorboards and loosened nails in the door frames.
    With minor doubt, you opened the door back up and caught chills from the low moan that escaped the hinges. You imagined how many times Scrim and Ruby must have heard that same noise from the door and considered fixing it. All was new to you, but old to them. You focused on the scent of the house from the threshold of the bedroom door. The dreary flurry of weed had settled away by then. The air instead carried more of an earth scent, and you imagined Ruby and Scrim as though this was their empire birthed literally from dirt. The rest of the scent was a gentle fragrance, but with no real name. Perhaps it was fresh laundry or something nondescript that hung across the entire Earth.
    These sleepless hours had taken quite the toll on your head. You decided abruptly that your wandering mind was due to rebuking nap after nap from the excitement. You left your door ajar and spread out the items of your backpack on the dresser. Your phone went on the edge in the direction of the bed with the charger besides it. The last clothing you had held onto went into the top drawer altogether.

    Clothing was already inside of the drawers. Considering the room was a spare, it must have held old clothing that neither wore anymore. You dug around in those drawers, pushing off the drowsiness for another span of time. You pulled up old treasures: FTP jackets from ages ago, old merch that you had never seen dropped from its sheer age, and dozens of interesting t-shirts that seemed straight out of a thrift shop. You could easily tell which had been Ruby's or Scrim's based on size, and felt an eerie sense of closeness. You felt as though you shouldn't have been snooping, so you closed the drawers and sank into the bed.
    Despite the exciting foreign scent on the pillow, you'd become tired enough to sleep- due to a minor acceptance of reality perhaps? Your head rolled over and you sank away into darkness.

    "Shhhhh..."

    You spun yourself over quickly, half aware of the world around you. The room had gotten darker than before you had slept. You couldn't see a thing, but heard a soft purring voice beside your ear. One side of the bed had dipped from the weight of someone sitting next to you on it.

    "Who-"
    "Shhhh, it's jus' me."

    Scrim's voice was actually soothing for once, but as your mind came back to the waking world, you grew concerned.

    "Wait, why... uh..."

    His hand slid through your hair delicately, "So, is it true tho'? Are you and Ruby fuckin'?"
    "Wha- no?? We aren't fucking.", A pit in your stomach widened.
    "I waz just curious cause I didn't know if you were like- nothing. You know what I'm tryna say. So you a fan of us?"
    Your body trembled, mingling the realms 0f concern and excitement into one creation, but your lips persisted to speak, "I'm a fan, yeah."
    You could feel Scrim moving from a sitting position to more of laying down. He was half on you, half off. The air grew rapidly hotter.
    "I could give ya a tour then, since you're a fan."
    His lips brushed your neck, and planted down a cold kiss at your collarbone.