Snakes
[Co-written by Diane/Mlle-Relda]
Ch. 1:
"Hey, dude," said Guerrero with a grin as he sat on the edge of the desk Christopher Chance was sitting at. He bit into the apple in his hand and tried to peek at the photo his friend was looking at. Chance recoiled and Guerrero understood. "Hmm… Katherine, huh?"
"Yeah…"
Guerrero shook his head and hopped off the desk as he spoke.
"Dude, how many years has it been? You need to imove on/i."
Chance sighed, not taking his eyes off the photo.
"It was my fault…" he whispered. Guerrero rolled his eyes in annoyance, hating it when Chance's "emo-days" showed up.
"No, it wasn't. Do you think Katherine would want you to be all depressed over her like this? Burn this bridge and build a new one," he said before taking another bite of apple.
"Easy for you to say," Chance replied. "You're a goddamned skirt chaser!"
"It's called fun, dude. Try it some time."
Chance sighed and lightly tossed the photograph onto the manila folder labeled #001: Walters, Katherine.
"I don't think I could do that…"
Guerrero smiled, tossing the apple core into the waste bin.
"Never know until you try," he said in a sing-song voice. His eyes widened and he snapped his fingers in realization. "What about that FBI chick? Little Miss Red-Dress? She was pretty hot."
"Oh please! If I ever see her again, I'd—"
"Ah ha!" crowed Guerrero in triumph. "You'd what?"
"Tell her to take a long walk off a short pier," replied Chance with a shrug. "Tell me somethin'. You never really started chasing skirts until you and Lucretzia had a falling out. What happened?"
The corner of Guerrero's mouth creased at the name for a moment -- barely a moment -- before his boyish grin returned, shrugging a shoulder as he slipped his hands in his pocket.
"Well, you know what they say, dude," he said quietly. "Better to have loved and lost, you know?"
Chance smiled weakly, nodding in agreement.
"That it is, buddy. That it is."