When I look at you …886 edition
When you look at me I see a friend, no a brother. Riccardo stepped forward and bit the snide remark back about his ‘girly’ hair as he reached his arms out towards him. Their late onset puberty hadn’t entirely hit yet, and with 886 almost always in heels, he towered over them. His fancy cologne hit their nostrils as they leaned forward, careful to smoothe their calloused hands along his latex top, they could feel their baby cheeks stick to it tactfully before pulling away to look up at them. They had a cheerful dorky smile on their face, a rare beauty very few got to see. With Em, and 886 constantly fixing them up in rich attire, they actually had tried to look more presentable, thankful for their broken teeth getting fixed from the lack of nutrition and naturally the cracked peices from fighting. They looked healthy, and full of life. He wasn’t so sure if 886 could say the same, but he tried to help him as much as he could.
From the moment they met they couldn’t help but to constantly chat each other up, united only by chance encounter of being passioned by similar interests. They stayed that way since, and here he is now standing before his Rick-brother prouder than ever…in some new checkered vans. “Yeah, see that? This is what’s in right now old man. You’re fucking-you might as well be dust you’re so fuckin’ old.” He teased, winking at him before patting him on the back and lighting up a joint for the ol’ geezer. His boney hands swung at him playfully, trying to reprimand him into respecting his elders. Same shit different day. “Merry Christmas you punk-ass little bitch.” The corner of his lips curved upward as he stood on his tippy toes and kissed his cheeks in a show of trust, and true affection. He wouldn’t call it romantic by any means, but a pure display of respect and love.
They smoked, producing a body high rather than a head high for Ricco and Riccardo’s sake. He plops a seat down next to the guy and fondly recalls a few particularly strong memories of the year. “You man…you may think you’re shit, but you’re not.” He says wistfully, scratching the back of his head before relaxing back some more. He rolled the rest of the roach into a bowl and lifted it to 886’s lips. “There was a time when I wasn’t all together, many a times actually, and you stood by me.” He said, this time more quitely almost as if he was worried someone could be listening. “And you stuck it out with me for this long, I really truly do hope for many years to come after this.” Riccardo smiled beneath his shaggy bangs and tired, but youthful eyes. “So many have come and gone, wasted both of our time and here we are, alone, but always together man.” He rubbed 886’s knee and patted his thigh. “I’ll never forget you, and I’ll make damn sure you’ll never forget my ass.” He shot him the cheesiest grin and laughed, “I love you man.”
