Involuntarily)
His hair is a discolored white. His skin a unnatural pale. His hands fumble with my shirt and I try and figure out how we got into this position. This spot. I try not to panic. We're shoved into a small compartment (if it would be called that). It's the closest in Mao's third bedroom. The one that has the extra comforter for my bed in it. It's now on the floor. Dropped in between all of this.
"You ok?" he says it all breathy like, his lips still on my neck.
For a moment I catch his eyes. His fingers play with the latch down there and I involuntarily flinch. I must've looked to be a deer in his headlights.
He doesn't wait for my response. My "yes" or "no" or even one of my smart-ass remarks I'm known to throw out.
He must've liked it because he was smiling pretty wide. Vicious is crazy. Vicious will certainly be the death of me. He's asking "You ok?" as more of a dare than anything. He's beckoning me to say no. Asking me to. He knows I can't not take a dare.
I try to say something but it comes out choked. Muffled. He chuckles. "Maybe when you grow up kid," he ruffles my puffy hair, flashing a white smile. His smile is eerily amazing. He says this condescendingly. Because out of the both of us he's the only person to know what's going on here.
"You and Spike ready to eat?" I hear Annie outside requesting us both and I wonder how I'll sit across from him at dinner.
"Yeah," he's still smiling, "I was just helping him with something,"
I pick up the comforter of the ground and throw it on my bed, following behind Vicious.
The words are still playing in my mind. His hands soooo...close...
"Maybe when you grow up kid..."
an. hehe...Vicious and Spike. Never saw myself writing that one. Review please.