3.
We paint white roses red,
Each shade from a different person's head
Mickey liked the way Salomé' lips tasted.
The glossy stuff on her lips made his feel a little sticky but he was cool with it. He cradled the back of her thick curly hair as she pressed her body against his. Salomé pulled back watching as Mickey's eyes cracked open to meet her's, "Hmm...not bad for a mouse."
Mickey hoped that the helium wore off soon cause the squeaking of her voice would bug him the whole night. He watched her ass sway in those pants as she made her way through the multi-colored balloons that covered her home. Mickey used his pointer finger and his thumb to wipe the gloss from his lips, pushing off the door to follow the bass within the townhouse. He didn't think too much about what just happened, and he didn't think Ian would mind since they weren't dating. He didn't feel the need to even mention it to Ian when he saw him since he knew that Ian could be over sensitive sometimes, and he really didn't want to hear his bitching.
The living room was shaped in a circle, three guys sat in the living room laying against the sofa and it didn't look like they were breathing. The two guys on the end each had a red cup in their hands, while the other was bent over his knees. Mickey frowned as he picked up the baggy he had seen earlier in Salomé ' hands, it was less filled with white pills. Mickey placed the bag down onto the coffee table glancing at the three guys to see that the pills were in fact, Xanax. He turned around to find two girls sloppily arguing with each other and pushed the two out of the way since they were blocking his way to the kitchen. The small hallway was very narrow, one side had a shiny sliver washer machine, the other side had a dryer with a broom hanging behind it. The small hallway was painted a light yellow with some strange art work on the right side of the wall.
Mickey made his way into the large kitchen. The kitchen was painted a burnt orange with gray fancy tile, and the kitchen reeked of weed and potato chips. Mickey spotted Salomé right away sitting on what appeared to be a comfy bench with a large window behind her. A large guy sat next to Salomé wearing a tank top showing off his muscles, his hair was shaved on the sides while he had more hair in the middle tied into a bun. Salomé generally looked interested in what the guy was whispering into her ear as she turned towards a dark haired girl behind her sharing a laugh with her. Hold up, the girl that sat right beside her looked a lot like his sister.
"Mandy!" Mickey called out to his dark haired sibling.
Mandy turned her head to meet her brother's eyes, "Yeah?"
Mickey made his way over to the table, "How'd you get here before me? We'rent you just bitchin' at Terry and Iggy?"
"I left right after you. Is that a problem?" Mandy asked.
"No."
"Good. Now leave her alone and let her enjoy her time here at my get together," Salomé ordered.
Mickey lifted both of his eyebrows, "What is said between me and my sister ain't got shit to do with you."
Salomé clicked her tongue as the guy beside her pressed his nose against her cheek, "Mickey...you've got learn how to stop being so hostile. You sister came out to have a good time, I invited you over to have a good time. Right now it doesn't look like you want to that, so we're gonna have to do something about that aren't we?"
Mickey said nothing as he realized he did need to stop being so dramatic. He just didn't expect to see his younger sister here at this random stranger's party but Mandy could take care of herself. Salomé sighed as she swallowed whatever was left in her cup before slamming it down onto the table. She then used her fingers to grip the guy's face and shove it away from her. Salomé moved her body to sit on the guy with the man-bun's lap briefly before getting up to pull the cabinet underneath her sink open, Mickey watched as Salomé leaned down a bit feeling underneath the counter and moving to show an Astra-60.
With a lick of his lips Mickey shifted onto his feet and crossed his arms, "What do you plan to do with that?"
"Have fun." Salomé stated with a smile.
She turned to her fridge pulling out some cheap beer then tossed it to Mickey who immediately cracked it open. Salomé turned to Mandy, "Hold it down for me up here, will ya?"
"You got it." Mandy replied kissing both of Salomé' cheeks.
Mickey didn't hesitate to follow Salomé after casting a look at his sister, secretly wanting to know how the hell Mandy knew her but decided to save it for another time. As the two left the room Mandy turned to the random guy with the man-bun who started biting on her ear, she laughed shoving the boy away leaving to join the rest of the party in another room.
Downstairs looked like your average basement where more people either sat high from Xanax or weed, some were around dancing to the music drunk of their ass as balloons surrounded them all. Mickey could admit that Salomé knew how to party, she stood in front of a bookcase and stood on her tippy toes to pull on one book that moved the case out of the way. She moved allowing Mickey to go through first as she eyed everyone around her to make sure no one paid any attention to the two. The two walked down the hallway were more balloons were pressed against each other. Salomé aimed her gun at the balloons, cocked her astra-60, set her fingers on the trigger and fired her gun a total of six times angling her gun to pop at least ten balloons.
Mickey swallowed his beer setting it down on a near-by table, "When did you learn how to shoot?"
Salomé fired her gun three more times popping three more balloons without flinching. The emptiness written within her eyes whenever she fired a gun said a lot, she let out a small laugh brushing off the coldness that crawled down her spine whenever she had the weight of a gun in her hands. She turned to the dark haired man beside her, "I was about nine years old when my mom gave me my first knife. Got kicked out of school for threatening this overweight kid with it after he beat up this deaf kid in our class. Shot my first gun at twelve."
"Man are you full of surprises. My brother, me, and some my cousins stole some of my dad's guns on my birthday. One of my older cousin's drove us out to the woods just for me to shoot my first gun on my sixteenth birthday. I never felt so good before...well besides getting head from some girl in my math class the next day, but I sorta became addicted to it."
Salomé nodded, "That's the thrill about feeling powerful. A gun provides that, I was always surrounded by violence, guns, money, drugs, and sex. It was all I knew."
"What you tellin' me you grew up with a shitty life style? 'Cause I can't picture it when I look at you." Mickey questioned, searching his pockets for a cigarette.
"Funny. Had plenty of lovers say the same thing about me before. Guess ya'll never head of never judge a book by it's cover or from the concrete who knew a flower would grow, huh?"
Mickey didn't know why the conversation between the two started to get so heavy. He barely fucking knew the girl but he felt immediate comfort when he stood by her. He didn't know if had to do with the way she spoke that made him feel at ease even when a gun in her hands, or the way the small of her lips felt against his, or how she didn't take any of his shit only knowing him for two days. This feeling was peculiar just like the woman in front of him.
To ignore this feeling he swallowed the rest of his beer, crushing the can then tossing it over his shoulder to the floor. He let out a burp and pulled the gun from Salomé' hand to show her what he could do. What only made the night stranger was the next morning when he found himself in Salomé' bed right next to her.
Salomé scrubbed the blood that stained the skin on her hands in the bathroom. The soap in this house smelled wonderful as it washed the coppery stench from her hands. She already had helped herself to the things inside of the home, cooking herself some some eggs with a side of toast coated with hummus while she read the newspaper. Salomé got rid of her bloody clothes starting a fire in the center of the living room knowing that she only had a limited of time. Salomé had slipped into a vintage flowered dress that stopped mid-thigh with cream heels, as she sprayed some of the fancy perfume left in the bathroom on her wrist she glanced at herself one last time in the mirror before wetting the tip of her finger to get rid of the last of the blood underneath her eye.
Salomé exited the now smoking home with two dead bodies laying somewhere inside and outside of the house with shades covering her eyes. Salomé clicked on the small remote which lit up the purple four door Porsche which made the woman smile, "Nice."
The half Egyptian and half Spanish twenty year old strapped herself into the fancy vehicle as she dialed the familiar number, "It's done."
She hung up the phone and started up the engine.
Later that day Salomé ventured downtown in search of a local corner store. She was having a big meal tonight since a few of her father's friends were stopping by. The mocha skinned girl walked the distance from her home to the store called, "Kash 'N Grab" getting there rather quickly with music blasting through her ears.
Salomé entered the store and was immediately greeted by a guy behind the counter, "Hi welcome to Kash 'N Grab. How are you today?"
"I'm doing just dandy, how are you?" Salomé responded with a smile on her face, letting her eyes observe the small grocery store.
"Great. Thanks for asking, if you need anything don't be afraid to ask." The red haired boy with the freckles behind the counter smiled, genuinely happy that someone wasn't being an asshole today.
Salomé made her way down the aisle eyeing everything in each aisle. She already had two bottles of sweet wine in her carrier knowing that her father's friend's like their wine sweet opposed to bitter. It appeared that Kash 'N Grab didn't sell any other meat besides chicken and Salomé wanted to prepare fish. Sighing Salomé stopped humming along to "Sweet Dreams," By Eurythmics to glance up at the mirror in the corner of the store.
"Hey, Ginger! I'm in need of some assistance if you don't mind." Salomé called out to the worker through the mirror.
The red head placed his phone and magazine down onto the counter, making his way from behind the counter towards the aisle to help a fellow customer. As the ginger stood by, Salomé took this time to check him out. The ginger was very tall, easily towering over the twenty-year old, he was pale with a light peach undertone covering only his cheeks, his dark green eyes were gentle, his freckles were very small and were only noticeable if you were close enough to his face, his jawline curved at a nice angle, and we can't forget the hair.
"What are you looking for today?" The red haired guy asked politely, with his hands clasped behind his back.
Salomé didn't hide the fact that she was checking him out, she never did. "You guys don't sell fish?"
"No we only sell chicken. You're gonna have to go down to the meat market, that's about .3 miles up the road. Sorry about that." He offered a smile.
Salomé nodded her head, "It's alright. No big deal. Um...what about couscous?"
The ginger removed one hand behind his back as he held one finger in the air, "Ah! That's something we do have. If you'll follow me."
Salomé laughed a bit as she followed the tall boy towards the back of the store. In a crate lay many varieties of the ground wheat, she leaned a bit closer to the ginger who held up two different packages.
"We have six different types of couscous. We have the Moroccan style, Israeli or Peal raw or cooked, Lebanese raw or cooked, and whole wheat Moroccan style." The ginger announced.
Salomé made sure to check each prices and thought about which she liked best. Hey if she were making the food, she had to like it as well. She was already spending about sixty dollars on two bottles of wine, and she still had to go to the meat market to get some fish. Her father's friend's were asking for a lot but this was not Salomé' first rodeo.
"I take the whole wheat Moroccan style." She decided.
As Salomé placed the two wine bottles onto the counter the ginger decided to ask, "Are you having some sort of party tonight?"
"No. Just some family friends over for dinner."
The red head nodded, "That's cool. I haven't seen you around before, did you just move in?"
"About a month ago. From Cairo." Salomé answered with a slight accent, pulling a wad of cash from her back pocket.
His eyes went wide at that, "Egypt? Oh wow, I imagine it must be pretty fucking amazing to grow up there."
"It's had it's moments. I like Chicago a little better so far." Salomé admitted.
"Really?" He questioned, shocked.
"Yeah. I think everyone should go outside of their country to see what the world is really about."
"What's it like?"
"Thrilling. If you ever get the chance to see the world, don't give up that opportunity for anyone you hear me my ginger star?" Salomé expressed in all seriousness.
The ginger didn't mind that this gorgeous woman in front of him referred to him as such. He knew that he would like her just from the way she greeted him before she went about shopping. Although he didn't know too much about her, he knew that there was something that made her special. Like no other person he's met before.
The two stood before each other sharing a smile, a secret bond already forming between the two. That bond was intercepted as the jingle above the door signaled that there was a new customer entering the door, and it was no other than Mickey Milkovich.
"Ian I was thinking you and I..." Mickey trailed off, spotting Ian Gallagher placing two wine bottles into a brown paper bag.
Mickey turned his eyes into slits as he watched the familiar figure in front of the counter push away from it. Those long huge jet black curls spun as she turned her head to meet his eyes, "Hey Mickey Mouse."
The seduction in her voice was evident in her tone. Mickey walked further into the store eyeing the scene before him, he wasn't sure what this was. He kept quiet observing Salomé as she took the paper bags from Ian, "Ian huh? Fits you nicely, my ginger star. Thanks for the free stuff. I owe you."
"No you don't. Thanks for not being an asshole." Ian chuckled.
Salomé smirked, "My pleasure."
Mickey continued eyeing Salomé as she made her way close by him. She stopped right in front of him her scent intoxicated him, she smelled nice as fuck Mickey noticed. Everything about her was started to work his nerves, he didn't even remember if they slept together or not. A part of him knew that they hadn't since he still had his jeans on but a part of him wish he did. Salomé was shaped like a coke bottle, the one's back in the 1950's with a little something extra. Slim waist with a huge ass, Mickey got the chance to feel what that felt like when she planted one on him. Not only were her eyes a haunting dark brown, everything about her made him want to do things to her. Starting with her scent, she smelled just like a forest after a rainy day, white roses, and crisp air.
"Later, Mickey Mouse." Salomé winked.
Her aroma blew against Mickey's nostrils as she continued on her path through the door, and Mickey found that he loved to watch her go.
"Wait," Ian cut in.
Mickey zipped his eyes back to Ian's wondering why the hell he didn't just let the girl leave. Salomé turned sideways to face Ian, "It's Salomé. Salomé Tarik, I'll see you around Ian."
"See ya." Ian waved.
"Yeah bye bye Salami. Fuck off somewhere." Mickey rushed Salomé out of the store.
He then turned to Ian who raised his eyebrow, "That was rude Mick."
"Yeah whatever." Mickey mumbled moving to rest his elbows on the counter watching as Salomé waited to cross the street.
"You know her or something?" Ian quizzed, wondering why Mickey was being so rude not that it was anything new.
He already came by his school earlier that day to stop him from sleeping with some kid in his class. Mickey didn't seem to want to pursue a relationship with Ian, yet he was always showing up whenever he showed interest in someone else.
"Not really." Mickey trailed off, "Can you get off work early?"
Ian glanced around the store before meeting Mickey's eyes, "I don't know maybe. Why?"
"We're going out." Mickey stated.
"Where?"
"Does it fuckin' matter? You in or you out?" Mickey's patience wearing thin.
Ian shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe if you asked nicely."
"You're pushing it, my ginger star." Mickey mocked.
Ian rolled his eyes, "You're very pissy today. I think we should do something about that."
"Oh yeah?" Mickey asked, his voice going slightly soft.
Ian chewed on his bottom lip as he moved around the counter, "Flip the sign to close, meet me in the back. If you be a good boy for me, maybe I'll go somewhere with you."
Mickey watched as Ian eyed him before spinning around to head to the freezer. Mickey felt his pants get a little tighter as he watched Ian walk off as if he had some control over him or something. Mickey scratched at his nose turning to flip the sign over and lock the door.
Salomé didn't allow Mickey to get underneath her skin. She was always used to remaining calm; Whenever men tried to get disrespectful. Mickey must have been freaking out thinking they had done something in her bed and it was fun to watch the aggressive south side boy squirm. Salomé liked Ian, he seemed like a sweet person inside and out. She hoped that she would see him and Mickey again soon since she now made them her targets that she wanted to corrupt.
A/N: Salomé has met Ian! While writing this chapter I had so many ideas that hit me that I had to write them down into my journal. I'm ready to write more and there might be another update on Sunday but if there isn't then expect one on Friday. Also shoutout to all the follows and reviews and thank you for all your wishes on my health! :)
I'm also writing another one-shot on Carlinna sometime today so be prepared for that.
Updates:
Sunday - *Maybe another update for Mad Hatter - depending on when I finish my homework.
Thursday - Update on my wattpad account.
Friday - Mad Hatter update
Saturday - Soul Meets Body
Friday - Contagious
Saturday - Feathers and Wax (Carlinna)
*This is subject to change with all the homework I may get over the weekend.
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