I Want Candy

For the first time in months Suzie realized what was around her neck. It was a Celtic symbol for: "Sweet Visions" that her father had given to her for her eleventh birthday. She hadn't taken it off since.

Felicity always said that one day someone who hated her would come up to her, and push the sharp, pointed spiraling ends of the necklace in between the flesh of her should blades and kill her. She'd always laughed.

"Do you miss him?" asked Simon, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.

"Who?" she toyed with her Visions necklace, stroking the cool metal felt good.

"The big-guy."

"The big-guy who?" Suzie knew whom he meant, but just to aggravate him a little more she would play dumb.

"Jacob Donnelly. You're birth father." Simon squinted at the road in the thick, foggy gauze it was difficult to see anything.

"No." she replied stiffly. Unlike most girls, Suzie didn't like talking about mushy-shit and Simon bringing Jacob up only made her want to crawl into a shell and forget about his questions. Why'd he still think that she was some screaming fan girl who gushed about how good her daddy was to her?

"Okay." He didn't want to voice his opinion, obviously afraid that Suzie would do her whole magical witch dance and punish him for his contrasting thinking.

"Good save."

When they arrived at the pub, you couldn't see anything, even Suzie and Simon who were standing right next to each other had grasp each others hand not to fall or bump into any switchblade bared hobos wandering the streets.

"Suzie and Simon! The Mud-Couple!" Stewart "Stewie" Kenmore had his stout, thick legs plastered to the wobbling wood table, his large arse sagging off the sides of the chair he was plopped on.

Four busty blondes with scented lip-gloss, bug-eyes, too much make up and wearing skimpy whore outfits consisting off a cheap knock-off of leather mini skirts, ultra-skyscraper high heels the color of bubble gum, and stomach-flashing loose blouses tied above the naval swarmed around Stewie.

"Girls, meet England's latest-and-oldest power couple: Simon Costello and Suzie Donnelly. Power couple, this is Bunny," Stewie pointed to the more flat chested of the four, her hair was definitely a wig.

"Lollipop," He pointed to the bottle blonde wearing a red plastic number that pushed her boobs together and out.

"Chocolate," a full-lipped, blue-eyed African American girl with glittering blue eye shadow.

"And Rainbow," Rainbow was wearing a cinched corset, making her head look as if it was about to pop.

"Uh… nice to meet you all?" Simon raised is eyebrows. The girls giggled.

"Suzie!" said Chocolate. "Isn't Stewie yummy?" she rubbed his bared chest.

Suzie looked to Simon who was stifling his laughs. "No?"
The four girls pouted, then, with Stewie's drunkard's laugh of approval, they began a chorus of squeals.

Stewie's phone ringed and the room was silent.

"Hullo?"

"There's a situation outside yours and the Foxes position." It was a security guard, Benjamin Bradley.

"Alrighty." Stewie hung up. "Foxes, we'd better be leavin' this joint. I know the perfect place. Hey! You'd two should leave too. It's," he hiccupped. "gonna be a long way 'ome if yaw don't." He stood up, tipping a little. Holding onto his stomach, he tossed the keys to Bunny, his favorite. "You drive the convertible."

Bunny squealed, Suzie winced.

"Let's head back to the flat, mmkay?" asked Simon. "I just came here to check up on Stewie." They shuffled out the door.

The fog had thinned a bit, but it still took them a good fifteen minutes to navigate their way to where they'd parked the car.

Suzie had suggested a movie night and, being the perfect boyfriend Simon was, he obliged. They watched "The movie without a Name," and "Dracula," which was Suzie's personal favorite.

During Dracula, Suzie leaned towards Simon. Her head ached from popcorn and soda. "I need to tell you something."

"Uh-huh?" his eyes were practically glued to the television.

"It's fucking important, twit!"

He focused on her. "Get on with it."

"I love you." She'd never once said it to him. It'd always been a head nod or a: 'what' or she'd launch into another conversation.

Simon smiled like he'd finally broken the spell. "I thought I was alone on that one." He chuckled.

Suzie wiggled down a little and rested her head on his shoulder.

Suzie woke up late, like eleven a.m. late. If she didn't rush, she would miss her lunch with Jacob and he'd go on a tyrant and turn all of London upside down to find her. Where the hell was Simon?

Suzie,

Something came up with Kevin and Bobby. The fucking idiots. I shouldn't go on a rant about them, should I? Well, while I'm writing this, I'm also looking at you sleeping and it's about 5:15 a.m. leave it to Kevin and Bobby to screw up my sleeping patterns.

You have the thing with Jacob, this afternoon, right? I probably won't be at the flat until… well, I dunno. It depends.

By the way, I love you too, if you were wondering.

Love,

Simon

Suzie smiled. It was good to be loved.