I was watching Howl’s moving castle for the hundredth time again this weekend and I couldn’t stop thinking about Victor when I saw Howl >w< so this happened when I realized how much I wanted to draw Vitya with long hair as well ♥ ゜・。。・
okay. okay i can’t just start this and not talk about my expectations from tv!lyra i usually try not to have expectations of any kind (see my approach to doctor who) but it’s impossible when it comes to my all time favorite female character so, @bbc -
give me a lyra who’s wild
give me a lyra who’s got torn, worn hand me down clothes and dirty knees and bruises and scratches all over
give me a lyra with twigs in her hair and stars in her eyes
give me a rude lyra, a lyra who yells, a lyra who doesn’t (and frankly, can’t) hide her emotions
give me a leader lyra, give me a decisive and arrogant lyra
give me a lyra who lies without hesitation, who lies like she’s been doing it all her life because she has, give me a deceiving and cunning 11 year old child
give me a lyra who’s still CHILDISH as hell, who looks up to the adults she admires like they’re magic, who bluntly acts like she can blend into societies she admires with varying degrees of success (mrs. coulter’s lifestyle, the gyptians, bolvanger - depends on how hard she’s trying to lie and whether she’s just trying to have fun or actually lying for her life)
give me lyra’s and pan relationship - something deeper than anything else
yet give me a lyra who seems so different from her daemon - from responsible, planner, voice of reason pan who always has to look out for her
YET give me lyra and pan who are children and play together and laugh together and act as the one whole being that they are
give me the lyra who drove jordan scholars mad
give me lyra who lad gangs of street urchins into wars
give me lyra who earned the respect and admiration of iorek byrnison, lee scoresby and serafina pekkala (two of which are monarchs)
Hey, hey. Can you write a fanfic about jughead. He takes drugs and betty learns about it and wants to help him? (Sorry if i wrote something wrong, English is not my language)
Absolutely! Thank you for the ask.
Warnings: Underage drinking, drugs.
Whisky And Molly
Jughead heard about Reggie Mantle’s party earlier in the day. He had never been to one, but tonight that was going to change.
He had one thing in mind the entire day - he needed to feel better, higher, good about himself.
The highs he had gotten from Betty were amazing - he was sure nothing could come close. The only thing was, they didn’t last. When he was with her, he felt like a different person - a better person. When he was away from her, his mood would slowly alter, with each step further from Betty, his mood worsened.
He wanted to find something that could make him feel better when he was away from her.
He opened the front door to the party, dodging kids he didn’t know, keeping his head down.
It was already crowded in the house, several kegs strewn throughout the room, red solo cups in everybody’s hands.
Archie wasn’t there - no surprise, since he was writing new songs tonight - and neither was Betty, thank God. She didn’t go to parties too often.
Cheryl Blossom was there, sitting in the living room next to Josie McCoy, leaning close and whispering into her ear.
Kevin and Moose were talking in a corner - close, but not too close, away from Moose’s football buddies.
“Hey Beetlejuice! I’ve never seen you at one of my parties before!” Reggie called loudly, walking up to Jughead.
“Well, Reggie, I’m here to get fucked up. Are you going to stop me?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow.
Reggie was surprised by Jughead’s honesty. He smirked. “Be my guest,” He said, waving his hands to his side as if showing off the showcase on a game show.
“You want a shot, Beetlejuice?”
“Sure, to start. I’m looking for something a bit stronger tonight.”
“Hey, you might be alright after all, you know that?” Reggie laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.
Jughead didn’t say anything, just kept walking towards the kitchen.
“So, what’s your poison? Vodka? Rum? Whisky? We got beer if you’re a pussy.” Reggie laughed.
“Hey!” Chuck protested, swigging his beer as he did so.
“You got Track practice in the morning, dude, it’s different,” Reggie waved his hand dismisively.
Jughead ignored them and reached out for the whiskey, pouring himself a shot.
“Yo Donnie Darko, I didn’t kick you out but you still have to be gracious to the host. Pour me one, too.”
“Sorry,” Jughead mumbled, pouring Reggie a shot.
They clinked their glasses together and downed their shots, wincing as they did so.
Reggie gripped Jughead’s shoulder, turning him back out towards the living room. “Care for a bong?” Reggie asked, pointing towards a corner with a football kid smoking out of a blue bong. There were a few joints rolled around him, too, and a girl smoking out of a pipe in the corner.
Jughead shook his head. He had smoked weed before, more times than he would care to admit, but that’s not what he came to the party for. Weed was more of a mellow drug. A downer, even, compared to what he was looking for.
“Got any uppers?” Jughead said quietly.
Reggie started to laugh. “You know, I thought you were some goody-goody freak, but you’re alright.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
Reggie shook his head in disbelief. “Yeah, dude. Right this way.”
He led Jughead through the living room, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. “First one’s free, rules of the house. After that, ten bucks a pill. Got it?” He unlocked a box, took out a baggie, and shook two colorful pills into his hand.
“Got it,” Jughead said, sticking his hand out for a pill.
“Keep your shit together, okay? I don’t let just anyone up here for this.”
Jughead popped the pink pill in his mouth, letting it dissolve for a moment, then swallowed.
“I always knew you liked me, Reggie, deep down.”
Reggie rolled his eyes and locked the box, swallowing his own pill.
“So where’s Elle Woods tonight?” Reggie asked, shutting the door to his bedroom and steering Jughead back towards the party.
Jughead laughed, “You mean Betty? She’s at home studying, working on the paper or something, I don’t know.”
“She’s your girlfriend, shouldn’t you know?”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Biff.” Jughead muttered.
“Biff?” Reggie asked, walking through the halls.
“Back to the Future?” Jughead scowled. “Come on dude, you’re the one with all the pop-culture references.” He shook his head.
“Well if she’s not your girlfriend,” Reggie continued, ignoring him. “You better lock that down fast. She’s always kissing you in the halls and shit. If you don’t start hitting that soon, someone else will.”
Jughead just nodded, heading towards the whisky again.
“You’re really going to do another shot?” Reggie asked in awe.
“Yeah?” Jughead laughed. “This shit doesn’t kick in for another twenty or so minutes. Gotta do something while I wait.”
“Your funeral. Don’t puke in my house.” Reggie turned and walked away from Jughead, through the crowd in his living room to find his friends.
About an hour later, Jughead was feeling good.
He wove through the crowd, talking to people he knew from school but who he’d never talked to before. They were smiling back at him, making conversation.
This was working, he thought. Any bad thoughts he felt creeping in vanished before he could linger on them. He felt happy. He felt as though he and Betty could work out. He thought his father would deliver on his promises. He thought maybe this novel thing would work out. He felt good.
“Yo Chuckie Finster!” He heard from behind him. “Look who I found!”
Jughead spun around, finding his… whatever she was standing before him, Archie and Veronica by her side.
“Betty!” He smiled, grabbed her face, and kissed her in front of everyone.
“Well, hello to you too,” She laughed lightly as they broke apart.
“God you look good,” Jughead murmured to Betty.
She blushed, looking down at her feet.
“Arch,” Jughead said, embracing him. “Ronnie,” He smiled, hugging her too.
“Okay what is up with you?” Betty asked cautiously.
“Nothing, nothing,” Jughead shook his head.
“Beetlejuice made friends with Molly tonight,” Reggie smiled from behind Jughead.
“You did what?” Betty asked quietly, shocked.
“It’s no big deal, Bets.” Jughead murmured, turning to say hello to somebody who walked by.
“Yes, Jughead, it is.” Archie piped up from beside Betty.
“Well who asked you, dude?” Jughead laughed. “You forgot about me for half the summer, so you don’t get to play Mr. Caring Best Friend right now, okay?” He said lightly.
He would’ve sounded harsh, of course, if not for the drugs. But the drugs did their job, making him feel a sense of euphoria, self-confidence and sociability.
“Well nobody’s making you do them, pal.” Jughead laughed, walking into the kitchen to take another shot.
“Hey, Jug?” Betty said as she followed him into the kitchen. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yes!” Jughead agreed happily, grabbing for Betty’s hand. “Just let me get something first.”
“Get what, Juggie?” Betty asked, reaching to brush a piece of Jughead’s hair back.
“Nothing to worry about, Bets.”
“If you’re getting another pill, get me one, too.” Betty whispered into Jughead’s ear..
“What?” Jughead pulled back, looking at Betty dead-on. “No,” He laughed.
“What do you mean?” Betty asked, faking innocence.
“You can’t do E. I won’t let you.” Jughead gripped Betty’s shoulders.
“If I can’t, why should you?” Betty asked quietly.
“I’ve got demons in me I need to kill,” Jughead whispered in Betty’s ear. “Or at least liven up. Make ‘em happy.”
Betty pulled back slightly, looking Jughead in the eyes. “Jughead…” She murmured sadly.
She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the house, away from the party.
“What’s inside you that you need to kill?” She asked quietly once they were outside, alone.
They walked down the street, hand in hand.
“C’mon, Betty. You know about me. I didn’t have the best childhood… or teen-hood.”
“Okay, yes, Jughead, I know about your childhood. I know about all the awful things you’ve gone through. I know that your parents had it rough, that you didn’t have much money. But I also know that you have the best little sister in the world. Your parents might not be together, but they both love you. You work hard and do well in school. You just turned 16 and you’re already writing your own novel. And you’re good. And you’re smart. You’re kind. You try, Jughead, and that is worth so much in this world.”
“I’m not done. I’m falling in love with you, Jughead, and that’s the biggest deal for me. I sympathize with you, and I know what you’re going through isn’t easy. But you can’t depend on drugs, Juggie. You’re going to ruin your chances of getting into NYU if you’re not careful. I would do anything for you, but I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself. I know it’s hard, but I’m here to help you. And I know Archie fucked up this summer, but he’s here to help you, too. So is Veronica. And Kevin. So, please, Juggie -”
“You’re falling in love with me?” Jughead stopped walking and turned towards Betty, gripping her hands tighter.
“Yes, Jughead, I’m falling in love with you. But you can’t just start fucking up your life and expect me to watch and -”
“I’m falling in love with you, too, Betty. But you don’t get it. When I’m near you, Bets, everything is fine. I’m happy. I’m carefree. I think about our future and it’s fine, it’s great! I can think about things easily, think about how I’ll make it to NYU and become a writer and not think about my parents or where things went wrong. But when I’m away from you -”
He started walking, pulling Betty with him. “-It’s like the world and my thoughts come crashing down around me. How my mom didn’t even care enough to bring me with her and Jellybean. How my dad would rather join a gang than actually father me. How I had to move out and make a home of my own at 15 years old.”
He took a deep breath. The drugs were still working, so he was speaking without feeling. “I just feel like shit when I’m not with you, Bets. I wanted to feel happy for the night, you know? I think too much when I’m alone.”
“Jughead, I had no idea. I’m so sorry,” Betty murmured, glancing at him as they continued their walk home. “But next time you feel like the world is on your shoulders, talk to me. I’d rather talk to you all day, every day and you feel okay than you think you have to resort to MDMA, okay?”
Jughead shook his head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that, though. That’s too much of a burden.”
Betty laughed. “Are you kidding? You heard me say I’m falling in love with you, right? I want to talk to you all day, every day. Your burdens are my burdens. Your problems are my problems. I want you to know how loved you are, Jughead. You’re mine and I’m yours and I want it to stay that way.”
“God, how did I get so lucky?” Jughead laughed, pulling Betty toward him and planting a soft kiss on her mouth.
“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow?” She asked as she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jughead shrugged. “I don’t know, this is the first time I’ve ever done E.”
“And this is the last time, right?” Betty asked, concerned.
“Yes, Bets. I promise. You’ll be my drug from now on.”
i had such a hard on, that moan Hailey made turned me on so much.
i was glad my mum wasn’t home so i could get myself off in my room.
i imagined fucking Hailey as i made myself cum, god i would fuck her so slow at first and then so fast making her beg me to stop and to continue at the same time.
once i was finished i threw everything in the bin and then i sat on my bed.
i don’t know why i invited her to a party, i don’t really feel like getting drunk tonight but the thought of Hailey dancing up against me is making me hard again.
she’s never been drunk before so this should be fun.
i hope she wears that red dress she wore the other night.
There is no way i can go to this party, i refuse to be laughed at.
i have nothing to wear to this party i’ve never been to a party before, how will i act?
i know i won’t drink so what will i do?
stand and watch Luke have fun all night? No thank you.
I don’t know why but i was overwhelmed so i started to cry and i mean cry.
I stopped when i heard a car door open and close great my mum’s home.
I looked at my wardrobe filled with clothes but i have nothing to wear.
Nothing for a party anyway.
If i went would Luke kiss me then?
In my mind i kind of hope he will.
I tore my wardrobe apart trying to find something to wear, i finally by 8:40 i decided this black dress that i never wear and just my converse. I don’t own heels and i don’t think i could walk in them either.
it’s warm so..
It is the best i can do for this party where i have no idea where it is or who’s party it is.
I felt like texting Luke for advice but then i remember who he was and put my phone down.
i wanted to text Lauren so much but she knows nothing about what has been going on with Luke and she would probably freak and then hate me that i’m going to a party without her.
I put as much makeup on as i usually do and i was finally ready.
i was glad i only had soup for dinner so my stomach wasn’t bloated.
I just hope no one from school is here.
My phone vibrated and i saw i had a message from Luke
“I see you’re ready, meet me outside”
I should have shut my curtains, i hope he wasn’t watching me get dressed.
I walked downstairs shouting into the living room to my mum that was i just going out, i didn’t hear her repily but i didn’t care what she said.
She would be proud that i was going to a party tonight.
After shutting the door and i turned around to see Luke standing by his motorcycle looking hot.
Look what he has done to me, a couple of days ago the word Hot would not be something i would describe him with.
I started walking towards him to see him holding two helmets..
There is no way in hell i am getting on his motorbike.
Once i got close to him he handed me one of the helmets but i just stood looking at him
“ What is this for?” I asked Luke looked confused and then said
“ It’s for protection and so I don’t get pulled over by the police, get on” Luke said gesturing to his motorcycle.
I backed up and said “ Oh no I’m not getting on that thing”
Luke got angry and grabbed my arm and said “ Don’t worry you’ll be safe”
then he lifted me up and sat me on his motorcycle.
Okay I could do this I think, Luke got on in front of me and I put the helmet on and he put his on.
He started up the motorcycle and I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed I was so scared.
I’ve never held onto someone more than i have being on Luke motorcycle with him, it was scary at first but i started to enjoy the thrill of course i wasn’t going to let Luke know that.
I have no clue where we are, i have been keeping my eyes close i don’t think we have been on the road for long and then i felt Luke slow down so i opened my eyes to see a big house.
This house looks amazing, whoever lives here is clearly rich or their parent’s are.
Luke parked the motorcycle and got off, i was about to get off but i fell on my arse instead, i heard Luke laugh at me and i quickly got up embarrassed.
The place was filled with people, once i took the helmet off all i could hear was the music blasting from inside the house.
“ Where are we?” I asked Luke, he strugged and said
“ a bit out of town, no one out of school will be here” I was happy about that or he could be lying to me
“ I hope your not going to drink” I said to Luke I didn’t want to die tonight he laughed and said
“ Don’t worry I won’t drink” I don’t know if I believe him but I followed him anyway when he made his way to the house.
I didn’t know how to act at party’s because i have never been to one and now i know why.
The music was way too loud for my ears, the smell of alcohol is something i won’t forget for a while and i’m only here and i want to leave already.
We got inside and this girl came over to Luke he put a arm around her waist and she whispered in his ear, i don’t think she knew i was here, i was standing like an idiot behind Luke.
He whispered to her back and then she looked at him weird and then disappeared into the crowd.
Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me with him until we got to a kitchen.
“ Are you okay?” he asked i looked at him weird and said
“ Yeah sure” i looked around not knowing what to do.
Luke handed me a red cup, i looked down at it not liking the colour or the smell off it and i said
“ I’m not drinking that”
“Why not? just have a little fun” Luke said back
I hesitated but then i figured i didn’t want to look like a loser at this party so i took a drink from whatever Luke gave me.
It burnt my throat at first but then it tasted nice surprisingly.
“ I’m going to the bathroom” Luke said and he walked away and out of the kitchen leaving me behind
okay then i’ll just stay here.
this place is crowded, i can barley move and i keep getting pushed out of the way by drunk people and couples.
I finished my drink and i wanted another so i figured Luke poured me one from this bottle so i picked it up and poured myself another drink.
I decided to go look around the house, i didn’t know where i was going.
I ended up in the living room where most of the noise was coming from and i looked around and i seen Luke in the corner talking to some girl up against the wall, i think it was Luke anyway.
He told me he was going to the bathroom? I was getting pissed so i downed my drink really fast and i felt the alcohol hit me but i didn’t care Luke said to have some fun and that’s what i was going to do even though i don’t know how to.
I was on the dance floor dancing with some guy i don’t know.
This was really fun i don’t know why i never came to party’s before.
the alcohol is taking an effect of me but i didn’t care i was really enjoying myself for the first time tonight, i don’t know how many drinks i’ve had but i know it’s more than 2.
the guy whispered in my ear but i couldn’t really hear him because of how loud the music was and then his hands gripped my hips pulling me closer and i was dancing against him along to the music.
he moved a piece of hair away from my neck and then i felt his lips on my neck, they weren’t like Luke’s i only wanted Luke’s lips on me so i pulled away and took his hands off me and i walked away from him.
i looked back and he was already busy with another girl, typical boys.
i started feeling overwhelmed and warm so i walked outside to get some air.
i was almost outside when i was grabbed by the arm and dragged outside, i couldn’t get to see who the person was until we stopped and a very angry looking Luke turned around to face me.
“Where the fuck did you go?” he said quiet loud
i couldn’t really see his face properly, my head was spinning and i feel sick
“I was enjoying myself just like you were with that girl” i said back to him
i finally stopped spinning and could see him properly his face was screwed up and then he said
“ I was dancing with this guy, what’s wrong you told me to enjoy myself?” i said back to him
“Enjoying yourself? what were you going dancing with some guy? i wasn’t with any girl i was looking for you this whole fucking time”
my eyes widened at his words he can’t be serious, i really did think it was him.. maybe it wasn’t.
but then i remembered this is Luke hemmings.
i walked up stairs leaving Hailey looking around the place like she was lost,maybe bringing her here was a bad idea.
i went to the bathroom because i really needed to go, i just hope Hailey doesn’t do anything stupid.
once i was finished i walked out and was pushed against a wall by some blonde haired girl who i didn’t know.
“Hey Luke.. ” she said
her voice was annoying, i didn’t want her near me. She’s one of those clingy girls at partys who i usually go for because their an easy fuck but not right now
i have Hailey downstairs waiting for me and i am looking forward to dancing with her.
did i just say that?
“i need to go” i said the girl as i pushed her off me and i walked down the stairs.
Hailey wasn’t where i left her, oh no.
she should have came with me, good one Luke.
i checked the kitchen.. No Hailey.
i couldn’t see her in the living room because it was so packed.
i hope shes okay, she wouldn’t have went home with someone would she?
i hope fucking not.
i walked into the kitchen in search for a drink and then i remembered i said i wouldn’t drink, i just leaned against the counter and then i got my phone out and texted Hailey hoping she would answer my text
then a girl was in front of me, it was the same girl from up stairs.
“What do you want?” i asked her uninterested.
she wrapped her arms around me pulling herself closer to me and then she leaned up and whispered in my ear
“It’s what i can do to you” she said
then she kissed me.
she was a good kisser.
“ Ha i bet you have been when was that after you were chatting that girl up in the corner? or after you fucked her?” i said to him
i felt like i was going to be sick, i didn’t want to be here anymore
“What girl? i haven’t fucked anyone tonight, i went to the bathroom and i have been looking for you since"Luke said
i don’t believe him
” Can you take me home i don’t want to spend another minute here or with you" i said to him
i’ve enjoyed myself way too much and now i need to go home before i do or say anything else.
i turned around and walked away from Luke, i felt him behind me as we walked to his motorbike.
He probably doesn’t want to spend another minute with me either.
We got to his motorcycle and i was waiting for Luke to give me the helmet.
He just looked at me and then he said “ Did you like grinding on that guy?”
What? why does that matter?
“I did” I said back because i did i was having fun, Luke got closer to me and i stepped back i wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
Luke gripped my hips and turned me around and pulled me against him so quick i almost stopped breathing.
He was holding me against him and then he moved my hair to the side just like before and then he kissed my neck and then he whispered in my ear
“ Did he touch you like this” and then he moved his hands up and down my sides.
“ Not like that” i breathed out.
Luke continued to kiss my neck and move his hands up and down my sides and then suddenly he turned me around so we were face to face.
He backed me up until i got to his motorcycle and then he lifted me up onto and he came and stood between my legs.
I had to wrap my arms around him because i was afraid of falling again.
We were so close, was he going to kiss me?
“ Was he this close?” Luke said but I smelled something in his breath I didn’t like it he promised he wouldn’t drink and he lied.
I pushed him off me and I got off his bike
“You prick don’t touch me, take me home now” I was beyond mad right now I just wanted to go home.
Luke looked at me weird and then he started to walk back over to me, i didn’t want him to touch me again so i slapped him.
Something i have wanted to do for a long time.
“Argh what was that for?” Luke said holding his cheek that i just slapped.
It felt so good but i did feel bad for slapping him.
“I want you to take me home now” was all i said crossing my hands over my chest not wanting to spend another minute with him
“I haven’t done anything wrong,you’re the prick for slapping me” Luke said as he lifted his helmet
Is he seriously that stupid?!?
“ You’re the prick if you think I don’t smell alcohol from you, you promised you wouldn’t drink I bet you weren’t even fucking looking for me” I shouted back at Luke and then I turned and walked away from him a bit but he followed me of course
he pulled me back and said “ I didn’t drink but I did kiss a girl and she had been drinking I told you I wouldn’t drink and I didn’t ”
So he kissed another girl.. why the fuck did he bring me here?
i felt so shit.
i have dealt with people not wanting me all my life and this brought back all those feelings.
I turned around to Luke and said
“ Can you take me home please” Luke didn’t say anything he just turned around and walked to his bike.
we got home within an hour,Luke pulled up into his driveway and parked, I got of his bike and i handed him his helmet, Luke looked at me and i looked at him while it took the helmet off me.
Luke looked like he was about to say something but i didn’t want to hear it, i just turned around and walked to my house.
it was late but i didn’t care that it was a school night.
once i got to my room i jumped onto my bed and cried into my pillow.
what a fucking night.
Where the fuck is she..
i have been searching this house and i can’t find her anywhere.
she wouldn’t have went home with someone, she wouldn’t be that stupid.
i walked out of the living room and then i saw her standing by the door
i walked straight over to her, she seems really drunk but i didn’t care.
she can’t fucking disappear like that, i grabbed her arm and dragged her outside until we were alone.
“Where the fuck did you go?” i said to her not caring if anyone heard me
she started spinning and i was tempted to put my arms around her but i stopped myself from doing it.
“I was enjoying myself just like you were with that girl” she said
what the hell is she talking about?
“Enjoying yourself? what were you going dancing with some guy? i wasn’t with any girl i was looking for you this whole fucking time” i said to her
she stopped spinning and she stood up straight, i’m impressed i thought she would have been sick by now.
“ Ha i bet you have been when was that after you were chatting that girl up in the corner? or after you fucked her?” she said
what the actual fuck is she talking about? did she kiss that blonde girl?
i didn’t fuck her i only kissed her to get her away from me.
“What girl? i haven’t fucked anyone tonight, i went to the bathroom and i have been looking for you since"i said to her
she looked away from me and then she said
” Can you take me home i don’t want to spend another minute here or with you"
i didn’t want to go home just yet.
i looked down at her dress, god she looks so hot in this.
i hate that the fact some guy had his hands all over her, only i should do that
she turned away from me and walked away in direction of where my motorbike was, i wasn’t going to take her home just yet.
she turned around and stared at me once we stood at my motorbike and then i spoke without realising what i was saying
“ Did you like grinding on that guy?”
why did i ask that?
her eyes widened and she said “I did”
i gripped her hips and turned around facing away from me, her heart was beating so fast i couldn’t help but smirk thinking about what i could do to her.
i moved a piece of her hair away from her neck and then i planted a soft kiss on her neck making her close her eyes, god she is so god damn hot.
“ Did he touch you like this” i whispered in her ear
i kissed another spot on her neck and then she spoke
“ Not like that”
fuck her voice sounded so sexy
i turned her around not being able to take it anymore, i needed her lips on me now.
i backed her up until we were at my motorbike not breaking eye contact with her showing her i wanted her and then i lifted her up onto my motorbike and i stood between her legs but i wasn’t going to kiss her just yet.
she wrapped her arms around my neck and fuck me i could feel myself getting hard, her legs were wrapped around my hips making her dress move up her legs, i could almost see her knickers.
“ Was he this close?” i whispered to her
i looked down at her lips wanting to kiss her so bad and then she pushed me away from her and she jumped down from the bike and said
“You prick don’t touch me, take me home now”
what the hell?
i done nothing to her, i started walking towards her again and then she slapped me.
she slapped me hard.
“Argh what was that for?"i asked her
fuck my cheek hurts so much.
"I want you to take me home now” she said looking dead serious
“I haven’t done anything wrong,you’re the prick for slapping me” i said to her feeling angry.
i lifted my helmet so i could put it on, i didn’t want to be here with her any longer if shes going to hit me for fuck all
“ You’re the prick if you think I don’t smell alcohol from you, you promised you wouldn’t drink I bet you weren’t even fucking looking for me” she shouted at me
i was beyond pissed.
“ I didn’t drink but I did kiss a girl and she had been drinking I told you I wouldn’t drink and I didn’t ” i said to her
she didn’t look at me as i spoke and then she said
“ Can you take me home please”
i heard the sadness in her voice
i got on my motorbike handing her a helmet then i felt her get on, better than earlier.
once we got home and i stopped the motorbike she got off and i took off my helmet and she handed me hers, i wanted to pull her close but she turned around and walked away before i could.
i just watched her walked away and into her house.
The bees dream red when he passes.
When they wake, their queen begins to wail. She needs it, she says, that red of reds that walks the woods like a shadow. The bees are dutiful, and go.
They find him, but do not know how to scrape the redness from him, cannot brush it against their bodies, cannot gather it like pollen. In vain they stamp his cranberry cheeks, in vain they buzz his cranberry ears. They cannot take a piece of him back to the hive.
Meantime he is beset by a phalanx of black-ribbed gold, drowns in the drone of their discontent. He swats at them, rages at them, gathers stings against the back of his hand, the curve of his elbow. What are these that come to gild his redness, limn his red thoughts with their bright noise? What are these that dare change his red shadow’s shape, settling and rising like clouds at sea?
They madden him.