When the blue and red lights finally caught up with the ex-art student in the golden crucifix and the raven-haired psychopath, they were in Kai’s dingy little apartment once again. While the intercom blared and steps thundered up the stairs, they pressed their foreheads together, held each other as tight as they could. Kai let out a shaky exhale.
“You know dolly, you can say that I made you. They’d believe you ya’ know. You’re just too sweet.” He smiled and laughed (a little, quiet, shaky thing) before sobering up a little. “You could stay.”
“I know,” Kai whispered. “I know I could. But I don’t wanna stay without you. I really don’t.” A stray tear made its way unbidden down his rosy cheek. His pretty psycho wiped away with his thumb.
“Alright then baby, okay. I trust you.” He kissed him deep. They both let a few tears go. Inhale. “You ready?”
There were voices outside the door, banging.
“Yeah baby, I am. You were the best thing that happened to me you know? Thanks for asking for a cigarette.” He smiled and grabbed a flashlight to tuck into his waistband. More believable. His pretty psycho laughed.
“Thanks for giving me one.” He grabbed his best friend (ready to fly fly fly one last time). They grabbed each other’s hand and squeezed one last time.
And when the door broke in and the butterfly knife went flying and the sugar boy reached into his waistband and the guns went bang bang bang, they fell together.
And when the life faded from their eyes, the only thing that was left was the last remnants of sugar and steel.
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SUGAR AND STEEL
أدب المراهقينIn which a boy as sweet and sickly as cough syrup and cotton candy meets a boy that tastes like Juicy Fruit and cigarettes (and is best friends with a butterfly knife)
