Pink Lemonade
"Why do you always have to read when your here?"
Blossom rolled her eyes, turning another page of Moby Dick. Between her lips she held the stick of a pink lollipop. They were in an abandoned theater their group had found on the edge of town about a month ago. Each of the teens had agreed to share the space.
Blossom was currently perched on the edge of the small stage Brick had taken over for his "rehearsals". It was kind of a joke to her really. As much as she'd grown to like the guy (they and their siblings had absolutely hated each other as children) and as talented and smart as she knew he was, everyone and their sister knew Brick Mojo was way too fuckin' lazy to get anything done, much less all the work it took to get a gig.
A small thud came from behind her as Brick put down his guitar. Blossom rolled the sweet candy along her tongue, her eyes never leaving the pages in front of her. Long, calloused fingers appeared at the top of the page she was reading, snatching away the book.
"Give it back!" she growled, pawing for the novel held just above her head. Brick snickered, but quickly moved away as she got up and angrily stomped after him. "I have a test on that in half an hour!"
"Oh please. Knowing you, you've probably already read it like 10 times." Brick had run backstage to the lounge area. He now stood on the couch, cackling as Blossom jumped for the book he was holding just out of her reach. He immediately stopped when he felt her punch him violently in the gut.
"Jesus, woman!" he wheezed, dropping the book to the floor. Blossom snatched it up, muttering something along the lines of "5 times, asshole". She popped the lollipop back into her mouth.
Brick dropped down to the couch, holding his stomach and groaning.
"Don't be such a baby; I didn't even hit you that hard." Blossom said, sitting on his outstretched legs.
"Tell that to my organs, bitch!" he moaned. Blossom ignored him, opening her book across her lap.
They sat in silence for a while. Brick eventually stopped moaning, his attention averting to the girl currently seated on his knees. She'd grown up a lot since their childhood days. Gone were the giant red bows and hair clips. She mostly wore her hair in top-knots these days, claiming she couldn't think with all that hair in her face. Her face had thinned out, sheading the chubby cheeks he'd loved to pinch and pull as a child.
She was still a bookworm, but she'd lost a little of the know-it-all attitude that had earned her so many noogies and Indian burns from Little-Brick.
'Speaking of "Little Brick"' he thought, eyes locked on her mouth. It bothered him a little (a lot) when he thought about just how... distracted he had become in the recent weeks, staring at that mouth.
He realized she was staring at him with a disgusted look on her face. Her lips were puckered and he could see a small portion of the bright pink candy. "Little Brick?"
Brick's face burned, realizing he'd been speaking aloud. He quickly diverted his gaze, reaching out to the side of the couch where her backpack sat. He zipped it open and started rummaging around.
"Hey!" Blossom cried.
Brick pulled out a small pink pouch (seriously, was everything she owned pink?). He ignored her as she started slamming the cover of her school book against his shoulder and opened it. He laughed, pulling out a handful of magenta colored suckers.
"You're so freakin' weird, Blossy. Seriously, do these have cocaine in them or something?"
Book forgotten, Blossom crawled up to his abdomen (making sure to push her hands extra hard into his still sore stomach). She placed her knees on either of his sides and reached out to grab the pouch, only for Brick to stretch his much longer arm away from her.
Blossom stared down at him with a scowl. "Why do you have to be such a child, dammit?!"
He smirked, moving his free hand to steal the lollipop from her moth and place it on his outstretched tongue. Blossom's eyes widened a little when she noticed the silver stud embedded in the wiggling red appendage. 'That's new.'
Unbeknownst to her friend, Blossom had become a bit distracted herself. More than once she'd found her eyes wandering to his red lips. The color of his mouth fascinated her a little; it was caught somewhere between a bright crimson and a light cherry. The overall effect of his red, soft looking mouth was bizarrely attractive to her.
'To think, this is the guy I used to throw books at and give purple nurples to.'
"Those fuckin' hurt, you know. And you still throw books at me."
Blossom blinked. She looked down at the boy beneath her and bit her lip, shooing away the weird fantasies from her mind.
Brick's breath was trapped in his throat. His gaze was transfixed at the sight of teeth gnawing on those soft, pink lips. Blossom blinked again when her counterpart started sitting up, causing her to slide down to his lap.
"What are you-"
"Shut up." he said, his voice low. Brick dropped the pouch onto the floor and took the sucker out of his mouth. His hand moved to the nape of her neck and, ever so slowly, he leaned in and-
"YOU ARE OUT OF MY LEAGUE! GOT MY HEARTBEAT RACING! IF I DIE DON'T WAKE ME, CAUSE YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST A DREAM!"
Blossom screamed, grabbing her cellphone from the pocket of her jeans. "I'm late! Oh God, oh god, oh god, I gotta go!"
She jumped up, quickly grabbing her things as she made a mad dash back out to the stage. She stopped for a minute, looking back to Brick, who hadn't moved. Blossom's mouth flapped open as she tried to think of something to say, but her phone beeped again, signaling a call. She turned away from him and continued out, reassuring her rather loud sister ("You're freaking never late, did you get in a car accident or something?!") she was in fact safe and on her way.
"I just got a little… distracted…" Blossom had already made her way past the stage and the seating area.
She looked back again, hand on the door. Brick had come out and was sitting on his stool in front of the microphone, fiddling at the strings of his red guitar. He looked up and for a moment their gazes met, pink on red. Blossom sighed and ran out the door to her car.
Brick stared at the door for a long time. After awhile, he picked up his guitar and started strumming. A familiar melody filled the theater.
"Yeah, you are more than just a dream.."
song: "Out of My League" by Fitz and the Tantrums
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