Rating: T
Warning: Mild langauge
Summary: Up on her roof, they can have a bit of a heart-to-heart... Part 10 of Eclipse series
Fruit for Thought
"You're parents are…" Jakobe paused to find the right words, ones that would describe the hellish pair accurately but not be too insulting.
She found the right ones, "elitist assholes. In my defense, the woman isn't my bio-mom."
"I was going to say snobbish but that works too," he laughed lightly as he wrapped her arms lightly around his risen knees.
"Mm-hm," she sighed as she leaned a bit closer, her auburns fixated upon the black sky that lacked stars because of the glowing city lights.
"I guess I get your issues now, you've got the classic rich-girl complex. You have this huge house and all that jazz but you think your parents don't give a damn about you, eh? Is that it?"
"Don't pretend to understand," she gripped back with narrowed eyes.
All that he gave her was a muttered, "How can I?"
"Don't be an ass," she ordered as she stood up on the roof that she had forced him to climb up on after dinner. Why? Because that was what she loved to do, ever since she was a little girl. It was her escape, the place her parents never bothered to find her.
Why show him it? Because it felt right—
—a smile shifted up the blurred face of a pretty girl as she looked up at the roof where the red robed silver haired man sat tense—
—and it soothed that awful, clenched chest that suffocated her.
"What are you doing?" he sped as he reached out to grab her waist as she leaned towards the edge.
"I've done this a million times, don't worry about it," she retorted before grabbing a peach off the ever so tall tree. "Do you want one?"
"No, thanks."
She just shrugged before sitting down to take her first juicy bite; she cringed as the liquid dripped down her chin.
"How lady like."
"Go to hell," she chimed before licking the liquid away.
In that moment, when their eyes locked, the way the city lights gleamed off her fair skin and blonde hair—the way it reflected off his glasses and pale skin—something clicked.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I have… these dreams," she whispered as she pressed her lips back on the peach, "sometimes daydreams. I'm not the sanest person but… these will make me go mad if they keep up."