You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb [ruby da cherry]

See U @ The Crossroads

       The first half of the shoot was done fairly quick. It was easy for me, even when Max decided to be a bitch and make comments whenever I would interact with Ruby. At the moment, we were sitting at the small table in the boys' room. Max was trying to vlog for some reason during our break.

       "How do you guys feel about the video so far?" Max asked, pointing the camera at us.

       "I'll tell you one thing," Ruby said, getting really close to the camera. "I need my ass ate."

       "What the fuck?" Scrim looked at him, disgusted. "You know for a fact no bitches wanna eat ya ass. You one hairy ass motherfucker."

       Max then pointed the camera directly at me. "Any thoughts, Vivi?"

       "I think you should help him out with that," I joked, giving out the same asshat energy Max was.

       He pointed the camera at Ruby. "What do you think, Rubes?" Ruby raised his eyebrows and winked, causing Max to laugh and almost drop the camera.

       "Can we finish this shoot or are we gonna keep talkin' bout my cousin gettin' his shitter licked?" Scrim complained.

       "Alright, alright, let's get this done," Max said, getting up from his seat. "Ruby, can you get the fake blood? Vivi, go back where you were when we stopped."

       I walked over to the bed and sat on one of the corners. Ruby came over to me with the blood and Max started shooting again. It was both scary and really fun to be doing a music video with Scrim and Ruby, mostly because of Max's awful knowledge of my feelings. By the end of the shoot, after the guys were getting sweaty and nearly pouring blood on me, I felt gross. My clothes might've been ruined, but it was worth it.

       The last shot Max got was of me sitting up from laying on the bed. It felt dramatic as fuck, but I loved it. "Alright we're done! Great job, everyone," Max said, still recording.

       The guys & I got up from the bed. "Glad we only got a little bit o' blood on the sheets, room service will probably think you jus' got your period on 'em or something," Ruby said. I shook my head in amusement and walked over to the table to get my phone.

       "How you feeling, Vivi?" Max asked, pointing the camera at me.

       "I'm fuckin' covered in... man breath and blood," I got my phone from the table, avoiding looking at Max. He laughed and turned off the camera.

       "Wait, how are you covered in breath?" Ruby asked. I turned to look at him.

       "Man breath is damp and humid, it lingers," I joked. Max made a disgusted sound and Ruby laughed. "Okay, I'm going to my room and getting this shit off me."

       When I got back to my room, all the tension in my gut disappeared. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and put the fake blood-stained clothes in a plastic shopping bag. One reason why I didn't like showering without music was that it gave me an excuse to overthink. I couldn't just focus on cleaning myself, my mind had to wander.

       Okay are we gonna ignore how obvious you made it during the shoot? Max played a part, sure, but you seemed very eager to be all close to him. What's wrong with you? You can have anyone you want, people drool over you, and you choose some old man who doesn't give a fuck about you? I rinsed myself off, trying to shut off the inner voice in my head. I hated how my thoughts made me feel.

       Stop being gross and get over him already. I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. The hotel room was actually nice, being there alone was relaxing. Something about older hotel rooms, ones that look like they haven't been redesigned since the 80's, made me feel at peace inside. I went over to the bed and laid there, staring at the freckled ceiling until my muscles stiffened.