Fake Love - Kevin Khatchadourian (Ezra Miller)

13

The tv screen is pitch black. The only thing I can see is my reflection. I twist the tube of red lipstick that's in my hand and look at myself. I carefully place the true red color on my lips and fix it with my finger. The dye smudges and stains around my lips. Fuck.

"Irene, do you want chocolate or vanilla?" Kevin asked lifting his head up to stare at my back. I looked at him through the tv's screen and responded with chocolate. One bowl was being filled with scoops of ice cream.

I stood up and walked to the counter were Kevin was dumping half the chocolate tub into a small bowl.

"Where's yours?" I asked picking up a spoon and inspecting it. He placed a spoon into his mouth and pointed at the half-emptied tub. I snickered and reached for the whipping cream. There were no sweets laying out on the counter. No cherries, too. "Didn't I ask you for candy" I reminded him huffing spooning at my plain treat.

"But who's paying?" He replied by eating his sweet. I squirmed in my seat like a little child and felt something slip out my pocket. A small cling rang across the floor and I looked down to see my razor had escaped my pocket. Soon, I felt Kevin's head lean out from behind the counter, letting him see the razor.

Jumping off the chair, I bent down and recollected my razor. Kevin kept an eye on me but ignored the tool and continued with his ice cream. I licked my spoon clean and dragged the spoon across the sharp razor. The noise screeched but it didn't bother us.

"Afraid someone's going to mug you?" Kevin chuckled motioning to the razor. I shook my head and raised it right next to his right cheek.

"It's for something else" I dozed off still staring at the razor. I lost count of how many of my friends I had 'accidentally' cut with this. I still remember. The face of one of the girls who were at my sleepover. She said I had ruined her face. But I made sure to not scare her skin.

I forgot Kevin was here. Or the fact that he leaned his head closer to mine. His huge hands grabbed my wrist and pressed it against his skin. Unaware of where my finger was putting pressure on, I slid down an inch. His skin was so soft, so sensitive.

I fell back into reality feeling the warmness of him against my index finger. The razor was stained red. I placed it down on the counter and retrieved my hand. I didn't know if he was pissed or was just in a way turned on.

"Why are you staring at me," I whispered enlarging my eyes. His head dipped and closed the space between us. His lips pushed up against my jawline giving my a quick peck. I giggled swiping my finger on his cut and showing him his own blood.

He smirked. His hand wrapped around mine. He gave a slight push to it not before moving it so my finger was pointed at me.

"Open" He licked his lips. My lips split allowing my finger in. My tongue cleaned up the mess on my finger and let go. My finger was left slightly dyed with Kevin's blood.

"Can I cut you, now" My hopes rose and I hoped he would say yes. Yes, please. I can't be hurting myself. It would damage my body even more.

I hadn't noticed I was now on top of the counter.

"Only If I can touch you" He answered grabbing onto my neck. My mouth shaped into an o and gasped for air feeling his hand tighten around. I my hand jerked and accidentally knocked over my bowl of ice cream.

"Yes," I choked closing my eyes. The squeeze harshened and I could feel myself become light headed. "Harder" I chirped. My head went back as his fingers straightened my neck. I finally made a friend.