Desirable

~43. Amor

Choices, choices...

Let's see how it turned out for you.

Bruiser takes another swig of his beer and chuckles.

"I worry about that boy, you know," he says with a smile, his eyes meeting Emily's.

"We all do, B. He was wasting all of his damn money on drugs and ended up living in the back shed of McDonald's." she shakes her head in a disapproving manner, placing her bottle of lemonade down on the small booth table in the middle of the RV.

"I swear, are drugs all you pussies talk about?" Clementine rolls her pretty eyes, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand.

The three old friends were sat in Bruiser's untidy RV, drinking and reminiscing about memories they shared. Most of those memories, quite obviously, were about drugs. While Bruiser and Emily laughed about the old times, Clem couldn't help feeling intimidated and awkward. She was over that lifestyle.

The blond-haired girl gave her a daring glance with a small smirk on her face.

"Fine, we'll talk about something else... Bruiser," she whips her head around and fixes her stare on him.

"What?" his thick eyebrows form a frown.

"Do you have a girlfriend yet?" Emily's voice was whiny, almost like she was bored.

Bruiser's eyes quickly glanced at the brunette beauty across the table, but they diverted away from her as fast as they came. He takes a breath and takes another swig of beer.

"No, I don't."

"You've been single for ages, man! You should start thinking about settling down."

Bruiser grimaces at this; he didn't like the idea of settling down. He much preferred to travel in his RV, making money and getting high along the way with the girl he loved. Besides, even if he did find another girl that he was interested in, there was a small chance that she would be okay with his lifestyle.

The only girl that he wanted to have that life with, was already in love with someone else.

"Em, I don't settle down. I live my life by selling drugs, not a lot of women want that kind of guy."

"You just have to find someone who does," she shrugs.

Clementine's amber eyes trail across the interior of the big vehicle. The atmosphere around her fell into a comfortable silence, except an ongoing playlist of quiet songs playing from the radio.

She had a lot of memories in the RV, such as driving along the coast during the summer selling stuff with Bruiser. They would stop by any beach they wanted to and stopped to eat at any restaurant they fancied. The most vivid memory she had was one day when they were driving along the coast and it was almost unbearably hot.

Bruiser was in the front seat controlling the wheel and Clem was dancing around near the back. She was in a pair of denim shorts that hardly covered her ass and a neon pink bra. A whole playlist of Queen was blasting from the radio; Clem didn't know all the songs' words but she was dancing her heart out, swinging her arms and running her hands through her messy curls.

It was a sweet little memory but she cherished it.

She sighs, "It really sucks that you have to leave already, Em."

"I know," she pouts her pink lips, "I'll arrive on the right day next time, I promise."

"Yeah, we miss you sometimes." Bruiser retrieves a small wooden box from a shelf next to him and he opens it, getting out a thin filter and a pouch of weed.