taping eggshells

three\ iron upon fire

three\ iron upon fire

Julie was beautiful.

Not in the breath taking way that made people stop and stare as she walked by, or the celebrity way that was glamorous and glittering. No, she was beautiful in all of her plainness and even in her sometimes ugliness. In her there was something other people didn't have. A glow, something that really radiated from within her delicate soul. There was strength but there was equal fragility.

Sometimes I wonder if the two sides of Julie were like Flynn and I.

I would look at Flynn, look into his hazel eyes and they would answer me back, that yes, yes Coan, Julie was just like us.

 

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I grew up pretty normal.

Mom was a nurse, dad worked as a local journalist. They were busy parents, who worked 8 hours a day. But at the end of it all, they came home at night and we all had dinner together and then we talked, and they would tuck me in at night. I grew up normal I'd like to think, or normal compared to Jay at least, whose parents were always fighting but refused to divorce.

Coan though, didn't grow up normal.

His mom in his memory was always alone. Whether it was with him and his brother or without him and his brother, his mom was always, always by herself. From the way Coan talked about his mom, it sounded like she was a robot, always on full autopilot for career reasons.

Coan didn't mind so much though, because he had Flynn.

"Flynn was there, you know." He said, one night as Jay and I camped out in his room, drinking illegal drinks.

He brought the whisky shot to his red lips and took a big gulp, releasing a large breath after.

"Flynn was there so things were great growing up." Coan said, laughing as he thought back to memories.

I thought about Flynn, the identical twin of Coan, who I saw through a single photograph on Coan's desk. They were both out by a lake of some sort and from the background, it looked like summer. Both boys were shirtless and grinning ear to ear, like mirror images. They looked so alike I couldn't tell them apart. If it wasn't for Coan pointing out he had a mole on his neck that Flynn didn't have on his, I would never have known.

Jay laughed, already way past drunk.

I could see it in his brown eyes that he was a gonner. His face was red and his words were slurred and slow, like he was trying to get them out but they were taking their goddamn sweet time.

"I..wishh I hat a broder..." he managed out, swinging a heavy arm over Coan.

Jay grinned, bringing their heads together with a soft bang. I could see it in Coan's eyes that he felt pain, perhaps registered it for a brief second, but then went back to smiling because he was drunk as well.

"You didn't have a brother, but you had me!" I told Jay, swinging his other arm over my shoulder so it wouldn't feel lonely.

Jay frowned.

"..I hated....you... you know.."

I nodded, feeling the rise in heat as I consumed another shot.

"I love you too." I said.

"..I ...still dohn like—"

"shhh...it's gonna be okay." Coan said.

Jay smiled and leaned towards Coann.

"...You're awsom doh..."

Coan chuckled.

"Get off him Jay jay!" I said as Jay pressed more and more on Coan, unable to hold his weight up.

"Don geh jelaous now...." Jay said, before switching weight to me and effectively landing a kiss on my lips.

"Ug." I grimaced as I tasted iron from our collision.

Jay collapsed and began snoring on the carpet as Coan and I exchanged looks. I burst out laughing and Coan just smiled lazily as if his world was in a haze.

"That dumbass," I said, as my heavy fingers tried to find the source of blood of my numb lips.

Coan leaned towards me and his thumb brushed against the middle of my lips with just the slightest pressure. The rest of his hand was cupped under my chin and the coolness of his touch felt good, like silk.

We sat facing each other, eyes gazing. I noticed there were flecks of blue in his green brown eyes as he came closer, our faces now barely a few inches apart. My eyes fluttered down to his red lips that were slightly parted, waiting for some connection. His eyes must have looked at my lips too because he ever so slowly moved his thumb so that my bleeding lip was now exposed.

There was a moment's pause before he leaned forward and in one quick motion licked lightly at my blood. There was a rush of sensation from his cat like motion and hunger possessed both of us because all I could feel was the heat of his lips against mine, crushing, building, releasing, and then crushing once more.

I have always felt alive, but that night, with one kiss, I felt as if I was being reborn, remolded by the sensation of his lips and touch.

A/N: how was this chapter? let me know :D

and that's rosie tapner on the side (playing the role of Mila)