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: Windmill, windmill for the land.
Learn forever hand in hand.
Take it all in on your stride.
It is sticking, falling down.
Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me.
Windmill, windmill for the land.
Is everybody in:
Lucy's POV
"You have been to Miami before?" Katia asked, sliding large, dark sunglasses on as we prepared to leave the private jet.
"Yeah," I answered, glancing at Asha, who gave me a quick smile. "With Asha a lot."
"I see," was Katia's curt reply as she lifted Michal into her arms.
"Down!" He wiggled like only children and fish can, sliding from his mothers grasp and running over to where Scud was leaning on the door waiting for me. "Up!" He commanded, holding his arms up. Scud glanced at Katia who nodded.
"Better to break your back then mine."
"Alright kid, let's go," Scud lifted him effortlessly, swinging him up to lay him over his shoulder. With Michal giggling wildly they started down the stairs.
"Are you sure you two don't want to stay with us at my house?" Asha asked for at least the third time. She was either oblivious to the icicles Katia glared at her, or ignored them.
"This is business, Asha. Staying with you might blur that line," I answer firmly, seeing Katia ease a little. I pass Asha, who is partially blocking the door; she grabs my arm, whispering close to my ear.
"But it's such a fun line to blur," she releases me quick enough that not even Katia pays it much mind. I only shake my head and head to where Scud and Michal are standing on the tarmac playing that slap hand game. I glance back at the airplane; maybe Katia did catch Asha because neither of them is following yet.
"Lesbian drama," Scud smirks, and I punch his arm hard. "Okay, oww. Enough with the punching."
"Enough with the smart ass comments then."
"Shh, young ears," he covers Michal's ears, giving me a scornful look. "Have you never babysat?"
"Hey," Michal bats his hands away, laughing and running off to his mother who is now almost off the plane. He nearly knocks her over as he wraps his arms around her knees.
"Cute kid," Scud smiles watching him.
"Yeah, we should get pictures; he could be Slovakia's leading crime boss in twenty years. Might be good to have some blackmail," I reply dryly.
"You can't blame him for what his mother does. And she loves him, that's obvious."
"It's just a bad business to raise kids in."
"You turned out alright," he pointed out.
"I guess," I answered watching Asha as she loaded up their car. Michal was now hitting her butt repeatedly as she threw stuff into the trunk.
"Katia, get him off me," Asha said frustrated, Katia hurried to pull Michal away. We wandered over as she was reprimanding him.
"Michal, No."
"Yes," he answered defiantly.
"No, you listen to your mother."
"Noooo," he attempted to squirm away, but she held tight, falling into Slovakian for the actual lesson. I glanced over at Scud, raising an eyebrow, he shrugged, neither of us understanding her.
"Sorry, Ms. Asha," he spoke with a pout, looking mostly at his feet.
"Whatever," Asha rolled her eyes, slamming the trunk. "Are we ready Katia?"
"Yes," Katia nodded, climbing into the passenger seat.
"Come on trouble," Scud scooped up Michal into his arms, tickling him.
"Hey," Michal was laughing and squirming around. I smiled and opened the door for both of them. Circling the car I got into my side before Scud and Michal were completely in. I caught Katia giving Scud a very appreciative look.
"Scud, can you kids get in?" Asha asked impatiently. Scud straightened up and quickly ushered Michal into his seat and buckled him in, then buckled in himself.
"Yes, driver! Onward!" Scud said it with such royal flourish that Michal immediately dissolved into a pool of giggles again.
"Shut up, Scud," Asha was barely containing her anger I could tell. Katia and I exchanged a look, both slightly amused by our unruly children.
"He will be better once we get to the house. He will go in the pool and tire himself out," Katia tried to assure Asha.
"Yeah, Scud too," I added, laughing as Scud gave me a look of feigned hurt.
"I will do no such thing," he announced. "And I am gonna make sure Michal gets loaded on Pixie Stix and Twinkies and never sleeps tonight," he ended with maniacal laughter, causing everyone in the car but Asha to join in.
"Welcome to the factory," Asha smiled, rolling back the huge doors of the warehouse just enough for us to squeeze through. I stepped inside, staring around in awe. Everything had the look of a medical facility, all white, and clean. All around us, behind glass dividers there were people in the process of combining chemicals and whatever else goes into ecstasy.
"Shit," I nodded impressed. "Wish Scud could see this."
"That low watt will do much better at home with Katia and Michal," Asha answered.
"Low watt?" I raised an eyebrow. "Scud is smarter than either of us."
"Then why has he never been an evil mastermind? Why be your whipping boy for the past ten years?"
"Whatever," I mumbled, turning away from her to examine the process closer. Asha could never get that you could respect someone who worked for you, or that some people didn't need the attention and power of being the head honcho.
"So you like the place," Asha murmured, sliding her arms around my waist and pulling me close to her.
"Yeah," I pulled away as much as she would let me, then gave up, leaning into her. "But I heard you sell some pretty low quality shit, what's with all this Pfizer cleanliness?" I had expected her to ruffle a bit at me calling her product shit, but she only laughed.
"Our ingredients are still highly volatile, and need to be combined well to give off the presentation of a clean hit. And to be fair 75 of the hits are just fine, the other 25, well they are a little less constant. There's been some deaths sure, but the cost of this formula is way cheaper then cleaner ones." She shrugs a little, and I want to vomit from her total lack of respect for human life. "Plus there is a great view from the roof," she seems to add as an afterthought, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the corridors towards a stairwell.
"Where are we going?" I ask, feeling uneasy.
"To the roof, you have to see this view." We hurry up the stairs, only a few flights, the buildings not that big. Finally we come to the roof entrance and she slams the door open, taking me out into the light of the setting sun. She leads me over to the edge, smiling proudly.
"Nice," I nod. It is nice, past nice even. It's the highest building in this area, and from here the city looks beautiful all around us. In the distance I can see the ocean sparkling in the dying sunlight.
"From here, I feel like I own the world." She's behind me, arms on either side of the ledge behind me, leaving plenty of room for me to turn around. Even though I know I'll regret it, I do turn, leaning on the wall, staying as far from her as possible.
"You don't though," I point out; she gives me a half smile.
"Still an asshole, Lucy." She shakes her head. "I miss it though, having you around with your smart, snide comments." She moves closer, pressing our bodies together. "No one has ever excited me like you Lucy. Even Katia, crazy as she is, can't do it like you to," she runs a hand slowly up my arm and I swallow. I should move, run as far away from her as possible, but like always she has me rooted in place.
"I don't excite you," is all I can manage to get out, she laughs low.
"Sure you do, and I excite you." She leans in kissing my neck gently, then pulling her teeth across my skin. Without thinking I lean my head back. "You're everything I wouldn't be able to stand in myself. Moral, thoughtful, caring," she meets my lips with hers and we're kissing frantically there on the roof. My brain is screaming at me to stop, but my body just can't seem to pull away, until finally she does, leaning her forehead on mine, both of us breathing faster. "The idea of being able to change all that about you, totally excites me." I can only glare for a moment, as a slow smile spreads across her lips.
"Fuck you," I shove her away from me and head for the door, slamming down the stars, trying to keep from crying. Because she's right, she does excite me. She lives completely for what makes her feel good for the moment, and that can be so tempting. That's how we ended up together in the first place.
Which is totally fucked when you have someone waiting for you who loves you completely and totally for what you are, not because they think it's fun to destroy everything you are. I'm walking fast and make it all the way back to her car before she catches up. She doesn't speak, just gives me that satisfied smile of hers, sliding behind the wheel as I climb in the passenger side.
It's a long quiet ride home, me lost in my own thoughts. I have to tell Amy about this, about how I fucked up. I only hope she'll understand, not hate me forever. In the growing darkness I lean my head against the cool window, closing my eyes and fighting back tears.
: Do you count the flakes when it snows?
Can you feel the heat or only the after glows?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
Do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah: