The morning sun peeked out of the clouds and she rubbed her hazel brown eyes, flipped her messy brown hair in a bun and accident knocked down a bottle of rum in the process as she lifted her body up-resisting the pull of her soft bed.
Once again, she had to hide the bottle of alcohol and put on an all black outfit and convincing smile across her confused face. "Naomi" her mother said knocking on her bedroom door. "You're late". She stood up from the bed and paced slowly to the bathroom as she got closer to the mirror and sink, she felt sick but didn't make it too obvious. She brushed her teeth as she sang along to her favourite song letting go of all the anxiety and emotional drainage running wildly through her. She pulled the door open and and walked, she saw a outdoor coloured vase in the hallway. She passed it and got downstairs, nothing to eat and so she made a strong brewed black coffee and darted out the house and was able to catch up with her crush by the bus-stop.
She stuttered and moaned at just the thought of bun kissing her lips.
"Hey" he said softly as he tuned his guitar sitting down ok the corner of the street on an old tree stump. His black curly hair was a beautiful disastrous mess and the cigarette in his mouth clamped by his teeth yelled out the echo of a broken soul long faded, just like her. "I ruin my livers not lungs" she said smiling and playing with her bitten and black painted nails. "I ruin my life" he replied. "Not lungs".
She kicked her lips and looked up as the motion of the clouds calmed her raging hormones and nerves. "You're Catholic" he said laughing after noticing the necklace she kept around her neck that twirled around when she moved unbeknownst to her. "No, it just reminds me of my father" she gasped, holding in tears that could belong to an infant. He stood up and slowly pulled the sleeves of his red jacket, so many scars on his wrists shaded by his veins. She showed him too and then, just there, they could ruin each other or shape each other and brask the embrace of taking the others youth in the name of coitus and young love.
The bus pulled up and Sebastian threw the cigarette down and stomped on it as he tried gazing into the eyes of this girl but Naomi just looked down, she could never kill the butterflies in her stomach and sum up the courage to look in his hazel eyes, it would be-and was-simpler to stare at the ground.
He took Naomi's hand and climbed onto the bus as they passed by many lost souls finding comfort in temporary fixes and the shame of others. They sat down in the back next to a broken window where a comfortable breeze masked the pain on their faces. Putting his arm around her, and she laying on his chest listening to a broken heart learn to beat on its own, Naomi put an earphone bud in her ear and his, a sweet neodymium of a romantic song played on repeat.
As the bus rode on, she saw trees and young children playing in the streets, a calm reminder of her father and perhaps he had sent Sebastian to her as a love-gift. Sebastian had his eyes closed and strikes his fingers on the corner of his loves neck, hoping the bus wouldn't stop, no, not once. "Love" she whispered. His voice cracked and mind submerged into thought, "my youth is yours" he replied.
How are most so fortunate to find love on a street corner an ordinary Monday morning and most, never at all...
The bus-to the misfortune of the lovers came to an abrupt stop, they both let out a sigh of dissapointment as the chants of fellow students disrupted their thoughts and peace. Loud banging and footsteps compelled them to join in and exit the dirty bus. They would only see each other after a long day and so Sebastian did not mind at all, he had his guitar lessons and English literature class to distract his on-going mind from wandering into the visual of Naomi in her weakest moment underneath him breathless as he came into her or just her, sitting and reading, unsubconciously biting on her pencil as a smile forms wider by every word she reads.
She of course had a long day of sitting behind a dusty classroom with the stench of chalk and strong marijuana and coffee as she battled social anxiety, pushing herself to ask a simple question of one sentence for 20 minutes or more.
As they got off the bus, Naomi leaned in and in a numb, love struck mannerism, put her head on his chest. He kissed her forhead as his hands slept on her waist. "I'll come pick you up once my classes are complete" she said. He pulled away from her and paced onwards to class, she did the same, just more slowly and looking more concerned for herself. Thoughts multiplied as negativity brewed in her mind.
It was finally the last period and her energy was completely drained. She sat behind the classroom with a fictional book titled "The Awakening" open, layed on her lap. She looked up and saw the time on an old retro clock hanging on dearly on a dull white painted wall. Only a few minutes left until the bell would ring and she could go home, wait for Sebastian to call, and pick him up from his lessons.
"Sebastian, get onto the stage now" a woman with blonde cut hair, fair lightskin, and a godly figure stood in the auditorium in black jeans, barefoot with a shirt purposefully stained with red and yellow paint across it. She was his music teacher. A retired guitarist from a fairly successful band.
Sebastian played the solo and had the memory of Naomi embedded in his mind. He slipped his fingers on the strings pretending they were her skin, and gripped firmly as if it were her broad waist. "That was terrific" the woman said. Class was over the sun was setting easily as he waited patiently for Naomi to burst into the auditorium doors and call out for him...but it had been some time and perhaps she was waiting outside. He stepped out as the sunset appealed to him but there was no sign of Naomi anywhere.
"It's been hours" he said sitting down, all his calls went unanswered-it was unlikely for her not to rush and answer a call from him. After some time again, he decided to walk home. He began dragging his feet, but as he turned a corner, he could hear loud sirens and loud chatter on street nearby. They only got louder as he got closer. He was sweating, heart uncontrollably throbbing, his soul felt a shooting darted pain of agony. It was Naomi, she was laying on the ground helpless with blood on her forehead and hands. Sebastian screamed out her name and dropped his belongings. "You cannot go through" a police man said. He ran around the slim figured man and ducked under the yellow broad tape with blue and red lights reflecting off his eyes.
"Baby" he whispered. She flinched her fingers on the gravel road until they landed on the tip of his index finger but he didn't see, he could only feel her smooth skin. He sat later down and sobbed slowly brushing her hair behind her ears, as she had always done herself. He was defeated, numb, in awe and pain.
