Obscura ~ Age 19

"Hey, cool kid, is that you?"

"Fuck, man. You scared the hell out of me. What the fuck was that."

"Hehehe. Like I said before, sensory overload." Teresa sat up, rubbing her head.

"Shit, you can't even see. How does that even work."

"Fakey fake magic, that's how." She tapped her nails against the ground. "Where are we now? Outside the club, I'm assuming, from the smell." Her nose twitched.

"No shit. I had to drag you out, you were about to get fucking trampled."

"Hehehe. Well aren't you the big hero."

"I'm not a fucking hero. I don't know why you keep saying that."

"Because you are a hero, obviously."

"So are you like, okay. Did you hit your head or anything."

"Oh, the cool kid is worried about me. Hehehe."

"No shit, you just suddenly collapsed in front of me. What the hell. Kaden is going to have a fucking fit, he's going to think it's all my fault."

"Hehehe you are right. He will definitely flip out. It will be funny."

"Yeah, you don't have to fucking live with that asshole."

"I think he probably won't do anything to you. I will make sure of that." Teresa frowned. "Where are we?"

"I don't know. Some parking lot."

"I am surprised you could see in the dark like this."

"Like what."

"Don't play stupidy-stupid dumb with me. You are wearing shades, right?"

"How the fuck did you know that."

"I know everything!" Teresa leaned back, stretching her arms out behind her.

"Anyway, I took them off for a few seconds to decide where to go. Mystery fucking solved."

"That's too bad. I would have liked to see your eyes."

"You wouldn't be able to see them anyway. You're blind. Unless you've been lying to me."

"Don't be rude! I have not been lying."

"So you can't see anything, right."

"No. It is all blackness. Hehehe."

Dave glanced around. The parking lot was empty. Falteringly, he reached up and pulled his shades off. He felt rebellious. Teresa grinned. Shit. Did she know? No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

"Hey, cool kid. Let me touch your face."

Dave froze. "What."

"Let me touch your face! I want to know who I am talking to."

"Why would I fucking let you touch me."

"Don't tell me you are that stupid! I can't see you, so all I have right now is a voice. But if I touch your face, I will know what you look like!"

"Fuck that."

"Hehehe. Do you hate being touched so much?"

"I just don't want some crazy girl feeling up my beautiful visage, okay. Is that so weird. Besides, you're my roommate's fucking girlfriend. I don't really want to piss him off any more than I have to."

"I would not worry. He is always angry. Hehehe."

"Shit, man, I know. But there's a line, you know."

"You are being silly! This isn't sexual. I just want to know what you look like! It is very frustrating talking to someone you can't see."

"Why would it bother you. You can't fucking see anything."

"It's really fun how you keep reminding me! Yes, I can't see anything. That is why I need to feel it!" She was still grinning her crazy grin. "I think you are just afraid."

"What the hell would I be afraid of."

"You are afraid of people." She chattered her laugh. "You are all like, 'how do I emotions?' so you just don't try."

"That's stupid."

"Yes. You are also stupid. Hehehe. But it is okay, it is just how you are." She frowned. "But I think it will hurt you if you keep acting like this."

"Acting like fucking what."

"You can't keep your friends out forever, cool kid. You'll break."

"Yeah, well, I'm already pretty fucking broken. I don't think it matters."

"It is okay to talk to me about your wittle problems, pupa."

Dave froze. "What did you say."

"It is okay to talk to me about your wittle problems, baby."

"You said 'pupa'."

"No, I didn't. You are silly." She laughed.

"Fuck. Now I'm going insane." He rested his face in his hands, palms burning stars into his eyes.

"Don't worry, cool kid. Life is more fun when you are off your rocker. I should know."

"Shit."

Teresa felt along the ground until her fingers met with the fabric of Dave's shirt. She found his arms and gently pushed his hands away.

"What are you—"

"I take what I want," she replied simply. "Right now, I want to know what you look like." She ran her hands over his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. "Oh, cool kid is quite the handsome fellow. I was not wrong in my assumption!"

Dave forced himself to accept the face grope. Teresa was right. If he was going to keep his friends, if he was ever going to get close to anyone, he'd have to learn to bear with it. He grit his teeth.

"That is a funny expression you are making. Is that your usual look? Hehehe."

"Are you done yet."

"Hehehe, you're turning red, aren't you?"

"Fuck, man. You're just fucking with me, you actually have perfect vision, don't you."

"Of course I don't! Would you like to see my eyes?"

"Hell no."

"Hehehe good. But your face feels very warm."

Dave was panicking. He could feel the heat rising in his body. Fear, embarrassment, anxiety—they were all boiling to the surface. He wanted to run.

Suddenly, she let go. "Thank you. I now have a pretty good idea of who I am talking to now!"

"Good." Dave rubbed his throat, trying to regulate his breathing. Shit. She'd notice if he was breathing quickly, wouldn't she? She had fucking bat hearing.

But if she did notice, she said nothing, choosing instead to lean back on her palms again. "Thank you, hero. I am sure that was hard for you."

"Fuck, man. I'm not a hero."

"Hmm, maybe not. But you are definitely a good guy!"

And then she laughed.