one: kristen/todd
they were reckless. they were ugly. they did not belong.
they did not care.
kristen shivers, her paper thin night dress hardly keeps her warm. the sky is a furious blend of reds, oranges, and pinks—it's no more than dawn. the normally chaotic streets are quiet, for the work-day has not started yet.
todd's lax hand forcibly pulls her along, her eyes still half closed, heavy with sleep, and the bed's creases over her pale arms and legs.
"todd," she whines, a bit childish really, but the day hasn't even begun and she's tired, "where are we going?"
he doesn't stop, but his uncontrolled auburn head turns slightly. he throws an amused smirk at her (she's usually the more grown up in their relationship).
"it's a secret," he whispers, turning back around and tugs on her wrist again. "keep up, babe."
she lectures him on how rude it is to drag people out of bed at five-thirty in the fucking morning to peruse the city. he merely chuckles. she entertains the though of choking him with his own hair.
"you know i can have you arrested, you—"
"we're here," he interrupts, afraid of what her next words would be.
she takes a minute to gauge her bearings. the large obstructing buildings, curve around street corners, and then he's grabbing her hand again running towards the highest one with long legs and suddenly she's running too.
they climb the spiraling stairs with eager legs, and flailing hands, pushing open the door to the rooftop like mad men.
he's short of breath and her cheeks are flushed with red. he's grinning outrageously, it's contagious and it's like he's high on life and the thrill of real&true and—
"you can see everything, kris," they walk over the ledge fingers entwined, and sit on the cold concrete, the wind whipping her hair in her face, getting caught in her mouth.
he screams, loud in clear, free of reality, falling fast into insanity and he doesn't want to stop.
"i'm on top of the world."
no one can tell him to quiet down.
they spend a few more minutes relishing in the beauty of it all, staring at the streets far away and the homes.
"well, we better get back. i don't want to be on the receiving end to your foster mom's bitch-fit." he says.
"hmm," kristen shrugs, "why don't we stay a little longer?"