Dethklok- Intoxicate Me

Confusing Confession

It's an early Saturday morning, around one. I finish washing the glasses in the back room whilst desperately trying to keep my eyes open. It's been days since I've gotten to sleep for more than two hours a night, but for some reason I'm never tired enough when I get home.

I wipe my hands off on my pants and grab my jacket. A tall man steps in front of me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I don't even have to look to know who it is.

"Skwisgaar, I'm not going to sleep with you. Not tonight and not ever again," I sigh as I look up to his eyes. He's so hard to read, but his typical lustful expression isn't there. The loud music pulsing through the building seems to flow right through me, causing an odd feeling to rise in my stomach. It's either the music or the way he's looking at me.

He stands there for a bit, lips parting slightly as he examines my face. It's almost as if he's trying to read my own expression, too. He doesn't speak for a while, though. When he finally does, his voice seems hollow.

"Uh... I'm sorrys, I don'ts know why I cames here," his eyes fall away from my face as he turns to leave, but I grab his arm to stop him.

"Hey..." I start, leaving the bitterness out of my voice this time. "Is everything okay?"

His arm seems to tense up at my touch. Has he been drinking? I couldn't smell any alcohol on his breath.

"Do you want to go somewhere else and talk about it?" I say, assuming there actually is something wrong. He gives a small nod. He follows me out the front door and I take him to the side of the building. Most people get high back here on whatever they can find. I myself have only taken a hit here once or twice, but it's usually empty.

"So...?"

"I don'ts knows how to says this," he pinches the bridge of his nose. His eyelids wrinkle as he shuts them tightly. That same odd feeling in my stomach from before grows more noticeable. I brush it off as anxiety from the alley.

"I can'ts be with other girls."

I can't help but let out a short, dry laugh. He scowls at this, crossing his arms tightly around his torso.

"Are you serious?" I let out one last soft chuckle before he rolls his eyes and nods. As my smile fades I can't help but notice how the moonlight seems to highlight his features. Spots of his pale skin are illuminated by streaks of light underneath his high cheekbones. His piercing blue eyes stare intensely into my own brown ones.

I collect my thoughts after a bit and shrug, "So what does this have to do with me?"

My answer seems to frustrate him as he groans and dramatically rolls his eyes once more. "It has everythings to do's with you!" he yells, "It ams your faults!"

"My fault?" I spit back at him. What is this guy's problem? Why can't he just leave me alone?

"I can'ts..." he leans in closer, stuck on what to say next. He takes in a sharp breath, letting it out just as quickly. "I can'ts gets you outs of my mind."

He awaits a reaction. A groan of disgust, a lustful kiss, something. But I don't know what to say.

"It ams stupid... but I always sees you. I always," he sighs before dropping his voice even lower, "feel you."

"Skwisgaar I... I don't know what you want me to say." He shakes his head softly, "Me neither."

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. It's hard to believe someone as plain as me got his attention. With so many other girls, ones willing to undress at the sight of him, he's so caught up on... Me.

"I don't know... It doesn't feel right. Not now." I say. He shrugs, probably not expecting much of a miracle.

"Look, later on if things happen to work out, so be it," I add, although I'm not quite sure whether or not I really mean it. To be honest he seems just as confused as me. I place my hand gently on his arm and give my best sympathetic smile before walking off.  The feeling in my stomach leaves me empty and I don't know why.