[Ryan's POV] (=Ahhh first not A or B POV.=)
Those two stupid new kids finally left my sight. Thank the lord, the fuckin' albino never shuts up. At least Rue never talks when he's bein' creepy and staring into space, but Alan keeps runnin' his trap with those stupid eyes of his.
"I'm going home." Courtney chimed, "If you want a ride, then come on." She sang while skatin' out the door.
"You done with your little investigation?" I glared at Jerimiah.
"You done being pissy?".
"Fuck off." I stood up and walked out the door. Jeremiah followed me and tried to get in the front seat of Courtney's car, but I tossed his ass aside.
"Hey! Don't throw Jerimiah at my car! You'll fuck it up!" Courtney yelled.
"Fuck off and eat three pounds a liver, you cunt. I do what I fuckin' want too."
"Why are you so mad?" Courtney asked, gettin' into the car, "Is it because of Alan and Rue?"
"Who the fuck else would it be? I hate them both. Rue is creepy, and Alan is mean."
"Aw, I think they're nice. And Rue is kinda cute." Courtney said, starting the car.
"That's it. You done it. You are just as crazy as me now. Maybe even more. Congratulations, you fuckin' traitor."
"Hey, I don't like or trust them! You still like me, right!" Jeremiah yelled from the backseat.
"Jerimiah, I will come back there a-"
"And I'll lick it." Said that little blonde arsonist, sensually.
"MOTHERFUCK- I will take all the skin off your arms and roll it up into a ball, then stuff it down your nasal cavity! And if it don't fit down your nose, I'll slice it off and keep trying you saltwater bleached, washed out, ash snorting failure of an intellectual, piss gargling cum rag!" God damn it, I was so mad. What's wrong with him. He's so annoying. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.
Jerimiah was cowering in the backseat, "I'll… suck your dick if you want…."
"Fuck you! You're so nasty. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
"I love you too, baby…." Jerimiah said with a stupid smile.
I exhaled real heavy for a few and mumbled, "I love you too…." I fuckin' hated that smile. So cute and innocent… I almost felt bad for being an ass to him.
Courtney was giving me a weird side glance. I growled at her, and she rolled her eyes, "You two are SO weird. Seriously, like, your relationship is like, SUPER toxic. If you hate him, just break up. Oh my god."
"Shut up, you man stealing, home-wrecking bitch! I know you just want Ryan for yourself, and guess what? You can't have him! He's mine! He might be an insane, apathetic, deranged, violent, over-reactive, sociopathic killer with severe daddy issues, but at least he's my insane, apathetic, deranged, violent, over-reactive, sociopathic killer with severe daddy issues."
Courtney and I stared at each other. Thank the lord for this red light because it let us decide that Jerimiah was the insane one here.
"Am I supposed to feel hurt or happy about that now?" I asked.
"Happy! I said you were mine! And I love you! And don't listen to Courtney. She just wants to fuck you."
"Literally, how is that different from you?"
"Because… I love you?" Jeremiah tilted his head.
"Fuck off." I slumped down in my chair.
"Hey, Ry RY is your dad home tonight?" Courtney asked, using that stupid nickname.
"Dave? No, he ain't. He's out all week, and that low-life bastard ain't my dad."
"Cool! Can we sleepover? Because like, your house is like a 20-minute walk from school." Courtney asked.
"Sure, but don't use my soap. It's my soap. And don't use the lights durin' the day we have windows for a reason. Don't use the ac, it's expensive. And don't eat unless you're starving. And don't use too much hot water. An-"
"Yeah yeah, we get it. You're poor. We get it." Courteney said again.
"I know. Don't gotta rub your cash in my face."
"Hey, I'm homeless, if that counts for anything," Jeremiah said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I think your creepy warehouse laboratory counts as a home." I yawned. Fuck I was tired.
"Tired? Already?" Jerimiah asked.
"I ran three miles today; I feel dead."
"In track? Why do you practice so hard? Your poor heart will give out." Jeremiah sounded concerned, course he did. He worried too much for me. He's weird like that.
"You act like that's a lot for me. I run every day; I'm used to it. Now, you'd drop dead if you had to run a quarter of a mile." I grinned for just a split second.
"Hm, well, you try running from a bomb blast, huh? It's hard; you gotta go fast. I bet I could beat your record running from a bomb blast." Jerimiah crossed his arms and pouted.
"Doubt that. I'm like, really fuckin' fast."
"Yeah, I think the longest you've lasted is 4 minutes."
"Hey, shut up! I ain't in the mood for that kinda talk."
"You're never in the mood!"
"Sex ain't that cool, Jerimiah. Yeah, you get some happy chemicals, but I get that with runnin'." I never saw the appeal in sex. I've had it plenty, but it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. Don't understand porn either. Why'd you wanna look at naked strangers? That's weird. People always say I'm the weird one 'cause I don't undress every girl who walks by with my eyes but hey, I just don't care. Same goes for guys. It doesn't matter. I've never seen the appeal.
Jeremiah sighed, "Do you think I'm ugly?"
"Wh- no?"
"Am I hot to you?"
"I… yeah… I guess…"
Jeremiah pouted more, "What do you find hot about me? Huh!"
"I- you-," I really didn't wanna go into that, "You're… nice to me, kinda…."
"That's not thinking I'm hot; that's thinking I'm fucking nice! You're literally the worst!"
"Does it matter?" God, I was so confused by him. Did he want sex? Affection? Fucks wrong with him…
Courtney parked the car a bit violently if ya ask me, "Wow! Great! We're here! It's late as fuck; you two can have relationship issues later. I'm tired."
She stopped out a' the car, and Jerimiah did too. Course, I had to unlock the door for 'em. My little sister was asleep on the couch, least I think she was sleepin'. Coulda been fakin' it. Either way, the door was locked 24/7. Lived in a dangerous as hell part a town. Didn't wanna get broken into, course, any intruder'd have to deal with me and my knife, but I ain't really down to clean blood off my floor or bury a body, so we still locked our door. I went to change clothes. Afterward, I layed down on my rickety hard-ass bed and sighed. Courtney layed down next to me.
"What are you doin'?" I asked.
"Going to sleep." She replied.
"In my bed?"
"Thought it'd be comfier here."
"Whatever…" Annoying as usual, "Jerimiah, you commin' to bed!" I yelled.
Jeremiah stood in the doorway and stared at me.
"Well?" I gestured to the spot next to me.
Jeremiah sighed and hung his head. I stood up and walked over to him, and put my arm up against the door frame, "You good?"
"This is ridiculous… I got a boyfriend who hates me, no family, no house, and now I gotta deal with Alan and Rue. I don't trust them, Ryan. I'm worried."
"Just… try and sleep it off… I ain't too fond of em' either. We can talk about it tomorrow… just come to bed."
Jeremiah sighed again and got into bed, followed by me laying down between him and Courtney. I threw a blanket over Courtney and made sure she was comfy (not like she was gonna get very comfortable in my shit bed), then hugged her for a second. I turned over to pull Jeremiah closer to me. I felt Courtney snuggle up against my back, and I didn't really care. She could do whatever. Jeremiah put his head against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Hey, for the record, I don't hate you. I really, really like you, and you won't have to worry. If Alan and Rue try anything, I'll cut 'em to pieces." I grinned for real this time. Cause I meant that shit. I'd break their creepy-ass, area 51 necks if they did anything suspicious.
Jeremiah sighed, "I hope you'll be able to….
Courtney sat up, "What does that mean?"
Jeremiah propped himself up on his arm, "We don't know what's up with them. Alan seems to just be albino and obnoxiously smart, but Rue seems genuinely not human. What if knives don't work on him? What if he's the only one who could cut himself like that?"
"That's scientifically impossible. If he can cut himself, that means his skin can be cut. Should be worried 'bout… 'bout when I first met him, me and Jess came up to their motel room, and Rue got a tad violent. Hit my arm real hard, and it hurt so bad I could hardly move or feel it. It was crazy, he hit me like three times, and I couldn't move. Terrifying shit." I said, rollin' over onto my back.
"God damn, for real! Is that even possible?" Courtney asked.
"I'm assumin' he just hit the muscle and nerves in my arm real hard and just right, and the pain was so bad that I wouldn't be able to move. Which is totally possible, but he'd have to be real strong and have a real good knowledge of the human body. Maybe have real strong bone in his hands. But still totally possible."
"That's… concerning. What about Alan?" Jeremiah asked, sitting up completely.
"Alan's pretty strong. And he's god damn smart. I don't like his attitude. It's like he knows everythin', and he's plottin' against you. It's wack, man."
"You're still bigger than both of 'em. Probably faster too. Plus, I've never met no one who can handle a grenade blast. So we know what to do if they start actin' up." Jeremiah said with a wicked grin.
Courtney layed up against me, and Jeremiah did the same, "Guys, don't make me sleep on my back… you know I get sleep paralysis when I do that. Then that weird spider demon tries to convert me to Mormonism." I whined.
"What's wrong with your sleep paralysis demon?" Jeremiah asked, now curled up against my side.
"Listen, man. Bein' Christian of any kind is pretty fuckin' terrifying. Imagine that; I'd be insufferable. I'm that type a' guy, man. The kind that'd be a real dick hole about their religion, and y'all are lucky I ain't allowed to do that with my current one."
"Oh yeah, thank god for that," Jeremiah said.
Me and Courtney starred at him, "That joke sucked ass." I said.
"I know." Jeremiah shrugged, "But that's show business."
"Jeremiah, you're the crazy one here, y'know that. Now both you go to sleep 'for I kick you out."
"Oh no, whatever would we do without big, strong, handsome Ryan to protect us~" Jeremiah put his arm over my chest and swooned.
"You're raisin' your chances."
"K, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, love you." Jeremiah said, finally shuttin' up.
"Love you…" I mumbled before kissing his forehead.
"Can I have a kiss?" Courtney whined.
"No." I replied, "Go to sleep."
"Fine. Goodnight, Ry ry."
"Night…." And just like that, I was sleepin' on my back and gonna have sleep paralysis in the mornin'.
[POV B] [Back to after A and B left the main bar]
I heard those idiots say some shit in the bar for a second. The walls were horribly thin, which was unfortunate for sleeping but great for listening to conversations. Apparently, they left with Courtney, which was confirmed when I heard her car pull out of the parking lot outback. I sighed. Alan and I were now the only people in the bar.
"So, how about them?" I questioned.
Alan draped his arms over my shoulders, "Paris seems very nice, along with Patricia. I don't think they'll be an issue for us. Though Patricia and Jessie are in the same category of 'they won't be interested in our information, but they may have contacts who will.' I don't think Paris has any contacts who might benefit from our knowledge. Considering she seems the youngest of the adults. Though I wouldn't rule her out as a threat. Ryan and Courtney were clear, though now I'm starting to doubt that." Alan spoke calmly.
"Is it because of Jeremiah?"
"Yes. They seem to be friends. Jeremiah doesn't trust us; we know that. If he doesn't trust us, there's a high likelihood that Courtney and Jeremiah would be driven to distrust us as well. In other words, they might side with Jeremiah and attempt to dive deeper into our backstory."
"Right, and we can't have that."
"Good job stating the obvious, B."
"A, I'll have to ask that you call me Rue, even in private from now on."
"If I have to call you Rue, then you have to call me Axle."
"Wait, why do you get two aliases. I want two too. From now on, in private, I'll be… Beyond."
"That's your real name…."
"Yeah, well, literally no one would guess that."
"Fair point. So then I will be Axle, and you will be Beyond."
"Like back home. How you said that, if it were up to you, your name would be Axle and not just the masculine version of your girl name."
I lay down and stared up at the ceiling, "I did say that."
I kissed him softly on the lips and looked at his name, "Funny, you do have Axle in part of your name, as a middle name above your head."
"Hm, goes to show how much I like it then. Names shown by your eyes are what a person identifies themselves with, not always legal identification, right?"
"Most names and legal names are the same, but sometimes they can be different. Such as your name."
"What does your name say?"
"Beyond Birthday. In English, notably. It changed languages when I got comfortable speaking English." I layed down beside Axle.
"Interesting… but mine is still Alejandro, not Alexander?"
"Yes, interesting enough. I'm still trying to figure out how that works. It might just be because I started identifying more with English, though you did too. And it's not like I don't identify with my Japanese roots. Hell, you're part English; it makes more sense for your name to be in English."
"It might be my being part English that makes my name stay Spanish. Because I was always called Alejandro, not Alexander. Alexander is also my middle name, though it is spelled… horribly…."
"That's the only explanation I have for that mess."
"You have? I came up with it."
I stood over Axle on my hands and knees, "What are you gonna do about it?"
Axle shifted under me a bit and looked me in the eyes, "Aw… BB is threatening me~ what are you going to do?"
"Sooo much. If you let me, of course."
"Oh, you're so cute. But we should worry about our other situation not getting off."
"Aw, we can deal with it later," I cooed as I rubbed my cheek against his, "You have a plan, right? You always have one."
Axle sighed and kissed my forehead, "Yes, I do. We can deal with it in the morning." Axle grabbed my face and kissed me hard, "Now, continue what you were doing."
I sat down in Axle's lap and slipped my tongue into his mouth, then moved my hands over his chest, "Lay down, doll, you won't have to do anything~ just let me do what I need to do." I whispered sensually.
I slipped my hand under Axle's shirt and felt him shutter. How cute.
30 minutes passed, and we were both exhausted. We really took the steam out of each other. Axle curled up against me while wearing my shirt, and I was relishing not having any smoke detectors in our room because I got to have a cigarette after our go. I ran my fingers through Axle's soft hair. He was so cute nuzzled into my side. I got done with my smoke break and put out my cigarette, then kissed Axle again, "How was it, baby?"
"Mmm, great… as usual…."
I wrapped my arms around him and brought him closer to my chest, "You were great too." I kissed him softly again, and Axle snuggled into me more.
I pulled the blanket over the both of us more and settled down beside him. Axle nuzzled against my neck and kissed me. I kissed him back and slipped my arm around him so I could hold him closer. Axle yawned and looked me in the eyes, "I love you…."
"I love you too," I told him.
Axle buried his face into my chest and fell asleep. I stayed awake for some time, thinking about our situation. We're in an unfamiliar environment, in a precarious situation with dubiously trustworthy people. I worried for Axle. He had a nasty habit of taking things too far and not asking how I feel before making decisions. He's incredibly smart, and his strategical ability far exceeds my own, but that always goes to his head. I have an awful feeling about the future. Though I suppose Axle would say, "the game is just now getting interesting." or something of the sort. I suppose in his eyes, where everything is a game or test of his ability, that is is just now getting interesting. I suspect that Axle would try to do something stupid, that he'd get bored and make a move or say something odd that'd trigger some event so he could have another game. It's just the way he is. He thrives off chaos and burns to have the upper hand. There's only so much he can accomplish here, and I'm afraid of how he'll handle his relatively low standing.
Not to say I'm dissimilar. Axle may have an odd comprehension of how dangerous situations work and how they should be handled, but the same could be said for my understanding of human life. Life is just a toy. A tool. A means to an end. It has no real value, just the value we give it. My own life included. Axle may have big plans for all of humanity, but I have plans too—plans for a certain world's greatest detective and me, the world's greatest criminal.