The night had officially begun. J had made some drinks and gave you a tour of the warehouse, that was surprisingly chic inside. Your last stop in the building was J’s room.
He took your hand and led you to the bed. It was a king sized bed with black sheets and purple pillows. The silk pillows felt like heaven when you plopped down onto the bed, you feet hanging off the side.
J plopped down on the other side, looking up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on his face. “Whadaya’ thinkin’ about?” You questioned, turning on your side so that you faced him.
“Us. Who we used to be.” He answered, his familiar blue eyes giving you a jolt of home and déjà vu.
“Well for starters you weren’t this crazy the last time I saw you.” You laughed out, enjoying his company.
He clicked his tongue and smiled. “Well last time I saw you, you were begging me for pot money.”
You both laughed at that one. Once upon a time, you two were best friends… with benefits. But besides the matter, he was always there for you when you needed him.
Once upon a time, he was your rock. Your shoulder to cry one. Your savior.
That was all a long time ago, though.
“Do you remember that one time you snuck me out of my house, just so I could go to your stupid science fair?” You laughed loudly, recalling that you were grounded that night.
J laughed loudly too, only it felt genuine. He smiled at you, and you smiled back. “I would have done anything for you, doll.”
It got quiet for a bit, and your stomach squeezed with unanswered questions. “J?” Your voice was slightly higher than usual.
“When- when you left for college. Why-” you paused, not sure how to approach the question or how J would react. “Why did you never come back? You never called- I- I thought you hated me or somethin’.” You played with the chipping nail polish on your fingers and waited for a response.
“It’s none of your damn business!” He snapped out, the crazy look in his eyes igniting like a match. You backed away off the bed and tear started to gather in your eyes.
“No! It does fucking matter Jack! You wanna know why?” You yelled, blinking quickly to hold back the water fall behind your lids. “I was all alone! I was scared and lost! Did you know my parents kicked me out? I was on the fucking streets and every time I tried to call you you ignored it. You ignored me.”
He was silent for awhile. Before he grabbed you hand, and pulled you closer. “You know I never meant to hurt you doll.” He purred in your ear and you shivered at his touch.
He tilted your chin up with his pale finger, every single movement sending volts of electricity through your body. He looked down at your lips with his wicked smile, and started to lean in.
His lips would have met yours had it not been for his door opening quickly and a shrill squeal met your ears. “Puddin’!” The blonde, pale beauty stood at the door smiling brightly at Joker, until her eyes met yours. “Who’s this puddin’?”
“One of daddy’s old friends. His close friend.” His eyes hid the secret that only you two knew, a joke Harley was left out of.
She smiled lightly at you, though you could see the green in her eyes. You were touching her man and she didn’t like it.
You lit up another blunt and brought it to your lips, craving the first drag of smoke. It had been your release for as long as you could remember. You sat up, pushing J off you lightly and pulled your heels back on your feet. “Well it was nice seeing you again, J. Nice to finally meet you Harley.” You winked at the blonde and gave J a kiss on the cheek before taking a hit and waltzing out the door into the cold gotham night.“
One more planter post (for now) mainly because the dappled sunlight from the leaves is so magical I can’t keep it all to myself. Brown clay experiment with glaze inlaid into flora carvings. I think I’ll put this one up on Etsy today! www.handtoearthceramics.etsy.com