Lights, Cameras, Outsiders!

Chapter 28

LCO 28

"Look, Essie, I'm sorry about that night," Matt said.

"It's... in the past now, Matt," I said.

"I don't really think the fight was what was terrifying. I think the aftermath is what fucked us up," he said.

"Yeah..."

"I wanna do something for ya, anything," he said.

"What do you mean you want to 'do' something for me?"

"I mean, I want to take you out or something."

"Matt, we always go out on dates and stuff."

"Well, then what do you want me to do? For you?"

"I don't know. Just...be you."

"I'm not following."

"Don't do anything. Just keep up what you're doing," I said.

"Is there anything you want me to do more?"

"You could...hug me more."

"Okay."

"Now is there anything I can do for you?" I said.

"You could have sex with me more often," he said. I gently slapped his cheek.

"You can stop being a pig," I said, kissing him and drawing back.

"No, you don't, come here," Matt grabbed my waist and pulled my body closer and kissed me. Over and over and over until we felt a third lip. I pulled back.

It was Cruise.

"What the fuck, Cruise?" I said.

"I wanted part of the action, " he laughed. I heard Emilio absolutely shitting himself behind us.

"What the hell, Cruise?" Matt wiped his mouth.

"Aw, you didn't like my skills?" Cruise laughed again.

"No, it's like kissing a wet dog," Matt wiped his mouth along his jacket.

"You're no picnic either, pal, sticking your tongue down her throat and I get none of the action," Cruise said. Emilio was on the ground laughing.

"I was having a moment-"

"Now I can say I have kissed Matthew Dillon. Does someone hear wedding bells?" Cruise said. I even had to snicker and stood up.

"No way, Cruise. The only way I'm getting married is if it's to this girl right here," Matt said.

"Cut the crap, Matt," I said as I got onto Cruise's back.

"I'm going to marry you if it's the last thing I do," he said.

"Cool. Thanks. See you...over the edge!" I said, grabbing Matt's sunglasses out of his pocket before Cruise ran off.

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"Essie! Essie! Essie!" Aunt Susie ran up to me and took a seat. I took a long drag on Cruise's cigarette before sticking it back in between his teeth.

"Tastes like shit, Tom. What is it, Aunt Susie?" I said.

"Tom, you go away," Aunt Susie said.

"What?" he said.

"Go! Come back in five minutes! Shoo," she said, smiling. He got up and flung his cigarette on the ground.

"What is it? You're acting like you're sixteen. What?" I said.