Kinks

Lucus

Truth Or Dare, Maybe A Couple Of Joints Here And There.

"Lukey Boy!" Exclaimed someone in the sodden boys' ear, "You finally made it! Boys the party just started!"

Luke shrugged the hand that had clamped down on his shoulder, off his shoulder, and walked into the house angrily. Today he wasn't in the mood.

Firstly, it was the anniversary of his parents wedding, and the day that marked a year since his fathers death.

Secondly, everyone have seven shits towards him today. He didn't want their shits to be given. He wanted no empathy, no sympathy and definitely not the mention of the word 'sorry'. But by God, he got all of them didn't he? Yes, he did.

And finally, just as his car was out of order and he had to walk to the party he was obliged to go to -and that he would nail some girl who liked his face-, the heavens decided to piss on him to wet his flame of a temper. It didn't extinguish his anger, it made it worse. And it made him wet but who cares about that!

Inside, Luke had already downed to pints of whatever it was and stripped himself of his shirt. It exposed the mass of tattoos he had up, down and around his body and it seemed like everyone was staring at him. He didn't care.

Across the room of dirty-dancing teenagers and young adults, opposite Luke, stood a girl. Her head tilted to the side and a sultry smirk plastered on her face. Her eyes latched onto Luke's boring into his soul. She was different, she wasn't dancing or staring hungrily at his torso -or in envy-. She lent against the table on one leg as she unconsciously played with the rim of the red plastic cup, an aluminous neon yellow band placed around her wrist. Single.

Luke looked down at the blue neon band around his wrist before popping it off. He shook his head. He was no longer 'its complicated' for the girl he was with had made it clear she now hated his guts. He moved towards the counter with the glow sticks stacked into pyramids on and took a connecting piece.

Yellow for single.

Blue for 'it's complicated'.

Pink for 'taken'.

He swivelled around on the spot and locked gazes with the intriguing white-haired girl from before, and making the split decision that she would be his.

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Her name was Rosie. She had white hair and heavy eyeliner smothering her eyes. Her red lipstick was faded and most of it on Luke's lips. She sat in his lap, holding a joint in-between her forefinger and middle finger. She was facing Luke, her legs wrapped around his waist as she sat upon his lap.

She was almost naked. Her bra was still on but one of the straps had fallen down her lanky arm. She had replaced her panties with a fresh pair of Spider-Man boxer shorts from her draw (it was her house after all) and now the pair sat on her queen sized bed with the sliding balcony window wide open.

"Your very interesting." She had said and she took a drag. She parted her lips into a pout and gently blew the smoke into Luke's face who gladly inhaled the fog through his nose.

"I could say the same about you." He replied as his grip around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against him.

Neither knew it would be the start of something wonderful.

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