The Tears

Robots in Disguise

Fieldplume

Drama / Romance

They were supposed to be filming, but Dee couldn't take her eyes off of Noel! Who knew he would look that good as a Gothic clown? Well, everyone. But who knew he would be flirting with all of the women on set? Well... everyone.

"Dee." Sue kissed her best friend on the cheek. "He's just having fun."

"I want him to have fun with me!"

"Dee."

"I'm serious. I found a number in his phone, I overheard him, and he's been looking at me funny!"

"Fuck, we wrote this song about me, not you." Sue took a sip of Dee's drink. "But I think it might be turning into you."

"I'm about to go over there and slap that bitch."

"That'll only make it worse."

"Has that ever stopped me before?"

Sue shrugged. "Go ahead and do it, but I'm warning you now. It's completely innocent."

"It's not, Sue! There's that red light in my head, and I can't cut it off!" Dee stole her drink back, and ran the end of the spoon over her face, from ear to ear. "She'd look even more beautiful as the joker."

"Hey, Dee." They jumped as Noel ran up behind her, and kissed her cheek. "How are you two doing?"

"We're fine."

"Dee's not. You looked like you were flirting with that make-up girl, Noel."

Dee glared a death glare at Sue.

"Oh, Dee, I wasn't flirting." He turned her head to his, and Eskimo kissed her. "You're the only woman I had-have eyes for."

"Why did you stammer?"

"What do you mean," he asked casually.

"You stammered." Dee sighed as she peered into his crystal blue eyes. "Nothing." She kissed him, quickly, but dragged Sue off. "He totally stammered!"

"He totally did."

"This is just getting worse and worse."

"What's the next line in the song?"

"Uh..." Dee hummed it. "Red light, panic, terror, error!"

"Good!" Sue thought for a moment after her outburst. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know!" Dee sunk down the wall. "I don't want to taste his tears either, but we wrote that in."

"But in a way, and I know you don't want to hear this... you are his slave."

"But I-"

"You think he'll change, you'll do pretty much anything for him, and worst of all, you're madly in love with him."

"Why can't it just be like when we were children, and boys were gross?" Dee laid her head on her friend's shoulder. "I miss those days."

"I miss them too. My tits pointed up."

Dee giggled, playfully shoving her old friend.