BLACK SHEEP.

KATIA ROSSI. 26. THE MUSCLE.

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featuring ... ferris

“It could grow on me, too. I see you as a Dani. Not an Ela, never an Ela.” A lazy smile falls on his lips, and Ferris starts to wonder what other way the night could have gone. What if he hadn’t have found the tequila hidden among the cupboards? What if he hadn’t have lied to the rest of the group? Ferris rarely felt guilty for his actions, but right now he had a rock in his stomach that didn’t seem to want to go away. It was sticking there, and reminding him of the trust he lacked for the rest of the group. If Katia knew he had lied, then would she have trusted him with her name? “I wouldn’t call you your mother’s name, that’s just strange,” his nose scrunches up just a little bit, and his forehead crinkles at the thought of Katia’s name being the same as her mother’s. “My parents never wanted a junior; they wanted an entity that they could separate from themselves.”

He pulls her in closer, he doesn’t know whether it’s meant to assure himself or her. He licks his lower lips, and the taste of the alcohol is still coating them bitterly. “You could talk to me when you’re not ‘piss drunk,’” he slightly imitates her voice as he says the last part, smiling back up towards the moon. “I’m more than able to hold a conversation without tequila involved.” But, he’s not sure if this is true, if he’d be able to look at her the same way. And suddenly, he’s back to over-thinking this, and what she really thinks of him.

He looks down at his fingers as she plays with them, and he can feel a jolt of electricity crackle in his throat. He tries to part his lips and say Providence, or even Rhode Island. But, what comes out is a weak, “uh.” He saves himself with one of his smart ass grins, and tries again with saying something more comfortable. “New England.” He hums to himself softly as he thinks of a question for Katia. “What’s your favorite place in the entire world?”

       “ i’m not sure i can hold a conversation without tequila involved. “  katia laughs, but it is half-hearted for she knows it’s a sad truth rather than a joke. it seemed she could only open up with the aid of liquid courage. the scars from ramon rossi’s household ran too thick and deep for her to gouge open the wounds with no sustenance. 

       she is thankful when the subject is changed, her stiff spine once more relaxing into ferris’ body. it was eerie how katia never once before noticed how perfectly they fit together. “ new england. “  katia repeats, the broadness of his answer dawning on her but not daring to push further. she, of all people, knew that trust had to be earned. when ferris asks of her favorite place,  a smile grows on her face because she knows immediately.

       “ the chapel i grew up in... it’s ironic, but it’s true.  when church was over and everyone was gone, my father would go over to the church hall and i would have the whole place to myself.  nothin’ beats the acoustics in that place. just the piano and me... i miss it. “

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featuring ... ferris

Ferris was surrounded by water, or at least that’s what it felt like. He clawed at his throat, and tried to scream but it all dissipated into bubbles. No one could see him, hear him, save him. His eyes stung from the salt in the water, or was it the tears that were trying to escape his eyes? He couldn’t swim, or push himself forwards, he was stuck. Helpless. His chest is heaving and he can’t bare the pain of each watery breath. It’s enough to make him feel as if he’s died a bit inside, and he can feel his screams materializing into real sounds. Something loud enough that it echoes throughout the room and it forces him awake. His muscles are tense, and his cotton shirt is soaked through with sweat. He still feels like he’s drowning, like each breath is full of another gallon of water. But, he can’t move from his sitting position. All he can do is ball up the covers, pulling them closer to his chest. From under the duvet, he can feel his heart drumming anxiously.

“H… Help, please,” he sobs out into the darkness.

       in the wake of katia’s fall, her brow crinkled in pain as she rubbed at her foot, she heard ferris’ familiar voice call out into the night. the words were indiscernible but the tone was not. it was a sob for help, a lamentation.  katia stood in front of ferris’ doorway for a moment, pondering whether she should open the door or not. only hours before they had shared intimate moments through a drunken haze but now that the alcohol has wore off, katia is unsure if she should open the door. teeth scrape against each other and her heart is still wild in her chest but not just from the nightmare anymore. she creaks open the door slowly, revealing a disheveled ferris. he is a coddled ball of duvet, his hair sticking out in every which way and his brow beaded with sweat. his state is much like her own from moments ago which draws her to sit on the bed in front of him.  “ shhh, it’s okay, you’re safe. “  she whispers, her hand going to his that clutches the duvet.  “ i get them too. “  she confesses, lifting ferris’ chin to meet her own.

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       wide eyes snap open, pupils blown wide, as katia’s breathing fails to steady against her racing heart. pinpricks of sweat bead at her forehead as she blinks away the sleep in her eyes. 2:31 AM is what the clock reads when she looks over at her nightstand. she flicks on her lamp quickly, swearing she sees the shadow of a man crawling up the walls. it felt too real and as much as she got these night terrors, it was still hard to tell herself he was GONE. she was thousands of miles away from ramon rossi and not even his influence could reach this far. she was safe―or as safe as she could be. 

       katia’s throat itched with dehydration and she let out a groan as she swung her legs out of bed. her head fell into her hands and they rubbed at her temples before she could scratch up the energy to stand up and walk out of her makeshift bedroom. katia didn’t get far, however, before tripping over a stray something or another and letting out a yelp as she steadied herself.  “ fucking shit. “

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featuring ... ferris

“Dani,” he repeats, under his breath, his eyes wandering each discreet detail of her face; the arch of her eyebrows invites him to keep looking, and the curve of her lips is like a crescent that could make him a lunatic. “I think Dani is a bit more suitable than Daniela. Seems like the name you’d give to a superhero or a protagonist,” he rests his chin on top of her head, feeling the wisps of hair tickle his scraggly 5 o’clock shadow. The way they’re whispering back and forth makes him feel like they’re exchanging some kind of dangerous secret. Like, if they raise their voices an octave more, then the whole world will know her name. He wants it to be a secret he can keep to himself, a treasure that is sealed behind their lips. His chest tightens as she leans closer to him, he doesn’t know how to react to such closeness. But, he keeps his arm wrapped around her, and pats her shoulder gently. “Then maybe to get you to trust me and tell me all your deepest darkest secrets, we both just have to be especially drunk and stupid,” he hypothesizes, running his thumb against her shoulder once more. “I don’t think I’ve told you much about myself, though. I feel like right now I know more about you than you’ll ever know about me.” He looks back up towards the sky, trying to calm his heart rate or maybe even his breathing. “You want to play twenty questions?”

                    “ dani could grow on me... but i’ve always been katia. daniela’s my mother, dare i call her that. “  she muses, tracing patterns on ferris’ chest. she draws flowers and hearts and stars like a little girl, and maybe that is what she is when she is with ferris. she is no longer the hardened, jaded katia rossi but the little daniela rossi who was young, innocent, and impressionable, and ran in the yellowed fields of new iberia. 

                    when ferris ponders over their circumstance, katia’s drawing halts. her brows furrow, just out of his eyesight, and her teeth chew at her lip.  “ i wish it wasn’t that way. i wish i could just talk about things without having to get piss drunk. “   she reveals, the invisible drawing coming back into play.

                    the notion of twenty questions causes a giggle to fall from her wine-stained lips, but the prospect is intriguing to her. after all, she knew little of ferris outside his eating habits and intelligence. she sits up straight, hand absentmindedly going to play with his fingers. her brows furrow once more as she thinks of a question.  “ hmmm, where are you from?  you never talk about home, wherever that is. “

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featuring ... ferris

“Dani, hm?” He sounds soft, and light. Nothing like his usual tone twisted with complicated words and a sneaking bit of egotism. “I don’t think it’s weird. I like it. I think it sounds more badass than Katia, no offense…” he trails off, running his thumb in circles around her shoulder. The feeling brings back memories of the girls he’d gone out with in college. None of them seemed to stick around long enough for him to care at all about who they were. They seemed passionate about him, but he couldn’t care any less about them. He was pretty sure he’d never held any of them like this, never talked to any of them like this. And, he’s glad to finally understand that passion that he thought he’d never be able to reciprocate. Ferris kisses the top of her head gently. “I’m used to being the prodigy, so I’m sure I could keep up the act around your dad,” he retorts, a breathy laugh comes out of these words. He freezes up when she says he’s the only who knows. It’s a strange mixture of honor and fear that fills his stomach, which is already writhing with butterflies. He uses the arm that isn’t wrapped around Katia to push back his hair and tries to regain some order of thoughts. “Why’d you tell me? Why me?”

                    “ yes... dani, “  she chuckles, the name seeming like a prayer rather than a hex as it fell from ferris’ lips. katia always associated the name with her mother and father, who were consequently the two people she hated most. it was a name that reminded her of betrayal and abuse but when ferris let it roll off his tongue it sounded soft and sweet and endearing. she clutched him tighter, melting into his side, almost afraid that if she let her grip loosen all those pretty words he said would disappear along with him. katia’s head still swims with a drunken stupor and she is only reminded of the alcohol she has consumed when she raises her head from ferris’ chest and things seem to spin a moment.  “ why you? “  she asks herself more than him.  “ i don’t know... there’s just something about you that made me feel safe. that makes me feel safe. i was drunk, too, remember?  it always seems that everything important between us happens when alcohol is involved. “ 

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featuring ... ferris

“Am I drunk? And are drunk people truly the most honest?” He wonders, acting more like Socrates with his building questions. He holds his breath, waiting for some kind of answer. But, his mind keeps wandering back to her lips against his and how the trail of kisses she’s leaving on his neck leaves him feeling giddy and like he could melt into the brick wall. His heart is leaping, and he’s afraid of the feeling inside his chest. Ferris knew the symptoms of ventricular tachycardia, but he supposed he wasn’t having irregular beats due to an irregularity in his ventricles. He felt strangely uncomfortable and pleasant all at the same time. When she mentions her father, he can feel himself stiffen slightly, his spine rigidly going upright against the brick. “Daniela?” He questions, before asking anything about her actual father. God, her father was someone that Ferris feared just in hearing of her memories. “My parents wouldn’t know what to think. Maybe they’d asked me how I got a girl to kiss me, and if she had been to Harvard or Yale…” He doesn’t mean to insult the fact that Katia wasn’t the girl that his parents would want him to be with. “My parents would be assholes to both you and me,” he laughs, but there’s a stinging sensation with each tremor of his lungs.

                    “ daniela, “  katia echoes,  “ that’s my first name. katia’s my middle... no one has called me daniela in years. it’s weird that it’s my name. “  she lets out a sad laugh, head falling against ferris’ chest. she can hear his fast heartbeat thumping away and it brings a soft smile to her face. she closes her eyes a moment, taking in the entire scene, almost afraid it would be ripped from her in an instant. she lets out another laugh at the mention of yale and harvard, the prospect so out of reach for someone like katia it was comical.  “ i’m used to disappointing parental figures, nothing new to me. “  she adds lightly, tracing patterns over his chest.  “ you know you’re the first one i told?  about... him. i hadn’t talked about him since i left home eight years ago. thought that maybe if i didn’t talk about it, it would all go away. “ 

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featuring ... gemma

     gemma hasn’t had a night like this in a while. a drive down to the strip followed by several hours of barhopping seems like such a bygone era, for her; after joining reato, the few times she’d actually gone to get drunk was on the rooftop of the warehouse, and most decidedly alone. by now — almost two hours past midnight, and still gleefully taking advantage of vegas’ lax drinking laws — gemma can’t remember exactly why she’s at her fourth bar of the night, no doubt around her dozenth shot, and with katia of all people. she vaguely remembers seeing the other in the warehouse, upset and drinking alone, but she doesn’t remember insisting that they make a fun night of the misery, forcing katia to get changed and come out with her; nor does she remember driving them out to the strip… or where she even parked her car, for that matter. she’ll worry about that later, she supposes. “mmph, this place is crowded,” she mutters, voice slurring just a little bit; it feels like such a long time since she’s had this much alcohol in her system. she gestures at the now bustling dive bar — clearly this place’s clientele preferred the late hours. “i think i need some air. time for another walk?” she jerks her head toward the front door, slapping a few bills onto the table as she grabs her worn bomber jacket from where it’s slung over her chair’s backrest.

                    katia was able to hold her liquor. from bouts of underage drinking under bridges back home to finally being free and twenty-one, she had her fair share of alcohol. over the years she built up a strong tolerance for it but from the way gemma and her had been barhopping, katia was significantly drunk. she was glad gemma dragged her out and freed her from another night of getting drunk alone and sitting in misery not only because she didn’t see the warehouse in sight, but because she saw gemma as a friend. they didn’t know much about each other, but katia had this feeling around the other woman that comforted her. perhaps it was her dry humor or her cement foot on a gas pedal, but katia respected gemma in a certain way. she agreed that the bar had gotten crowded since they arrived and katia was quick to hop out of her seat.  “ i think it’s time to split. “  she agrees, leading the way out the bar and back into the thick heat. 

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featuring ... ferris

The feeling of her hair slipping through his fingers is the same as river water slipping through his hands when all he needs is a drink. Her lips are soft, warm, comforting - unlike anything that he’s felt before. Whenever his parents or nannies had put him to bed, Ferris had never felt the tender feeling of a kiss being placed on his head. And all at once Ferris understood why everyone else both craved the feeling of intimacy for all its wonderful comforts and feared it for all the emotions it brought. There was something different about this kiss from any other Ferris had experienced. Perhaps it was the fact that he actually knew Katia, and her past, and all the baggage that came with it. Maybe he felt some kind of pity and empathy for that girl who sat under a bridge so alone in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. Maybe he saw a bit of himself in her, the same kind of young, scrappy, and hungry mentality. He didn’t need anything else but her kisses in that moment, and when she pulled away for a moment it felt less like he was losing oxygen and more like he was gaining it. “Wow,” he’s breathless and loving every moment of it. His eyes closing as she presses continued kisses across his neck. “Did you mean for that to happen?” He feels more sober than ever, the clarity in his brain both rectifying and horrifying. His breathing had calmed, but his heart hadn’t. “What was that?”

“did i mean for that to happen?” she echoes his words, the question puzzling even herself. her brows furrow just out of eyesight for ferris, her head still burrowed in his neck. katia suddenly feels sober now, the haze of alcohol no longer clouding her mind and her thoughts having a newfound clarity. she retracts from ferris’ neck, her hands still thumbing over the stubble on his cheek. it scratches against the pads of her fingers and serves as a sort of recognition that this isn’t a dream. “people say that drunks are the most truthful.” she answers, eyes locking with ferris’. she brushes hair out of his face and lays it down flat, the disheveled locks the effect of her own passion. “not that his opinion matters, but my dad would’ve liked you. you’re the kind of guy that he told me i needed to be with. smart, ambitious, ‘nothing like you, daniela’.” she utters in her father’s deep voice, a laugh ringing out soon after.

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featuring ... ferris

“We’re all too broken to admit we need to pick up the pieces,” he mumbles, his eyes shutting tighter. He can feel her lips once more, and his eyes shockingly open wide at the feeling. What had he gotten himself into? He can feel the way her finger creeps up his neck like a hook, and suddenly he can’t move away. He’s locked onto her hungry gaze, and he meets it with his own. A look of grief, need, and shock pass over his face as he can feel their lips hovering over one another. Her breath passes over his lips like a ghosts kiss as she says her final piece. He wants to say you don’t, he wants to tell her about all the good she’s done for the people whose lives were put in danger but a villainous corporation, and he wants, most of all, to tell her that in that moment she is fixing him. And as soon as they meet in a kiss, he hopes that all of these thoughts are passing between their drunken lips, entangled in some kind of ravenous kiss. He tenderly places his hands to the side of her head, fearful that she’ll leave him if he lets go of her, or she’ll turn to smoke in his hands if he ends the kiss first. She’s burning like a forest fire, and he’s not afraid to be consumed wholly.

                    for just a moment, katia allows herself to think of jack. to think of his soft lips, the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck how it was always a haphazard mess. she allows herself to think of him but it all feels wrong. ferris is nothing like him, but in all the right ways. he is smart, he is funny, he is good, whether he believes that or not. katia might be looking through rose colored glasses and under the guise of heartbreak, but she imagines he looks this lovely with those glasses off. she kisses back hungrily, breath caught in her throat and hands going up to tangle in his hair. she knows he is too good for her, she knows she will drag him down with her, but katia is selfish. she is selfish and he smells so inviting and reminds her of the feeling of going outside of her air conditioned house into a humid louisiana evening. she pulls away to catch her breath, regretting it the moment she does, but she makes up for it with feather-light kisses along his cheek and jaw while her thumb runs over his bottom lip. 

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featuring ... ferris

“Pulchritudinous,” he repeats, like saying the word once more will give away its meaning. He feels lost in emotion, why would Katia, of all people, move in closer to him? He can feel his breath quickening and his heart hopping back between his throat and his stomach. His eyes look down to gently gaze at the other, and he can feel his own logic telling him to recede from her touch. It can only lead to hazardous things. But, he leans in closer with every word she says. Her drawl like a rope pulling his entire body. “Oh, I pay attention, sometimes too much. I’m so close to the painting that I see all the small details, but somehow I miss all the big ones,” his voice is calmer than usual, the alcohol seems to take the constant chatter out of his brain. “Oh, really? Nothing wrong with me? I think you see some of my flaws…” Ferris begins, holding his breath as she places a kiss to his skin. He reminds himself, logically, that it’s just her brain becoming a bit bubblier under the influence of the wine. And he resists the urge to kiss her back. He stays still, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks and color them profusely. He can’t bare to look at her, knowing that he’ll definitely want to kiss her if he looks back down. “No, I’m not. I’m lanky, and rude, and harsh, and judgmental.”

                    “ and i’m rash, and hotheaded, and mean, and jaded. “  she murmurs into the soft skin of his neck, placing another kiss on his cheek. “ that’s why we’re in this mess, right?  because we’re broken? “  she poses the question and retracts from ferris, using her finger to shift his gaze towards her. “ i envy you, sometimes... you know that?  you have all those phd’s and smarts in that brain of yours. you could do so much good, and you are  doing good right now. all i  do is destroy. “  she points out but doesn’t give ferris enough time to respond before her face is centimeters from his, lips ghosting over his own. “ i think you’re smart and you’re good. and even when i’m not drunk tomorrow you’ll still be smart and good. “  and with that, her lips are on his, tasting the bittersweet taste of tequila. 

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katia laughs at ferris’ assumption and lifts her head to look at him. his side profile is illuminated by the dim moonlight and the electric glow of the city. she is staring now but she can’t peel her eyes away. she had never seen ferris this way most likely because she never let herself. but the way the light played across his jawline, across his high cheekbones, it made katia swallow. “ i’m an alcohol girl in general, i’ve seen many a whiskey in my life, trust me. but red never gets old… maybe because it tastes like church wine? “ she questions herself letting out a bubbling laugh. she sets her head back down on ferris’ shoulder and feels his rest on top of hers. her stomach fires up with electric shocks but she tells herself it’s because of the wine. “ not really. it’s over, it’s done with. if he didn’t want me after everything, then fuck him. fuck him and new zealand. ” she takes another swig of the wine, finishing off the bottle. “ would only complicate things, so it’s kinda good he left. ” she adds afterwards.

He can feel her whiskey brown eyes burning into his silhouette and his heart is leaping from his chest. He licks his dry lips, taking a sudden consciousness just to how disheveled he looks. Swimming through his brain are several thoughts, but the ones he can focus on right now are just how peaceful the night is and how he should brush down his flyaway hairs. “I’ve never been an alcohol boy. I don’t even know the different between whiskey and rum, really,” he admits, swallowing a thick lump in his throat - is it his heart crawling up from his stomach? “Red seems consistent, like the friend that will never leave you. I can see why you like it.” He looks down at her, full well expecting to see the old Katia, but in this lighting and atmosphere she looks more like a muse than anything else. “Have you always been so pulchritudinous?” He wonders aloud, his voice slurred and soft. “Bewitching, splendorous, ravishing…” His voice wanders off with each synonym, and his head turns slowly back towards the sky. “I can’t imagine why he didn’t want to stay. Even with all this bullshit,” he lifts his hand heavily, trying to indicate all the things inside the warehouse. “I mean as far as I can tell, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

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“pulchritudinous?” katia asks with a chortle, fumbling over the syllables. she sets the empty bottle beside her and gets closer to ferris. she would say that it was because of the cold night air but the nevada desert is far from cold at this moment. her hand moves up and down his arm, feeling over the skin and it feels, dare say, comforting. “i guess i’ve always been bewitching and all those others. you just never paid attention.” she chimes out again in her slow drawl that seemed to inch back into her speech since being in new zealand. she pulls her head out from under ferris’ and looks at him again with the same careful eye as before. perhaps it’s the alcohol that has her eyes flitting down toward his lips then up the curve if his jaw to his eyes and back down. and perhaps it’s her broken heart that causes her to inch forward and run a hand over the stubble on his cheek. the sweet smell of wine is still on her breath and katia thinks for a moment what ferris tastes like with the cheap tequila on his tongue. “i don’t think there’s anything wrong with you either.” she laughs into his ear, breath hot on his skin. she presses a kiss to his jawline, this scene reminiscent of her teenage years wrapping bad boys around her holy finger. “you’re pretty, ferris.” she purrs into his ear with a soft chuckle.

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                    “ my mama never taught me jack shit, ferris. “  katia laughs boisterously, throwing her head back against the brick. “ she was looong gone when i could talk. “  she points out, poking ferris on the nose. with all the wine she’s consumed, katia feels light and airy and giggly. her reservation with the other members of reato is gone, which causes her head to fall onto ferris’ shoulder.  “ cheap wine… red never white. white is yucky. “  she scrunches up her nose at the thought, another silver bell laugh echoing out across the rooftop. she lifts her head from ferris to take another long glug from the bottle before setting it back down on his shoulder.  “ i have. but i feel better now. especially with such nice company. “  she slurs, a lazy smile stretching her lips.

“And what makes you think mine taught me anything?” He returns her lackluster smile, hiding some kind of danger and a bit of mischief. He can feel himself flushing a bright red once her finger hits the tip of his nose. It leaves a lingering tingle as his skin is exposed to the cooler night air once more. He giggles a bit, hiccuping with every few breaths. “Look at us, a couple of drunk losers with little parental influence…” He starts to stare up at the open sky once a dry chuckle escapes his throat, it’s a hazy purple that stays with him even as he closes his eyes. “Red? Now, that’s a revelation, you strike me as a whiskey girl if anything.” Christ, he’d known the girl for months and he couldn’t even remember her favorite alcoholic beverage. He can feel his heart drop into his stomach as she lowers her head onto his shoulder. This has never happened to him, and he’s not quite sure what he should do, so he just lets her be. “Wanna talk about it?” He hums, rolling his own head to rest on top of hers. It’s an intimate feeling that relaxes him after the initial shock.

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katia laughs at ferris’ assumption and lifts her head to look at him. his side profile is illuminated by the dim moonlight and the electric glow of the city. she is staring now but she can’t peel her eyes away. she had never seen ferris this way most likely because she never let herself. but the way the light played across his jawline, across his high cheekbones, it made katia swallow. “ i’m an alcohol girl in general, i’ve seen many a whiskey in my life, trust me. but red never gets old... maybe because it tastes like church wine? “ she questions herself letting out a bubbling laugh. she sets her head back down on ferris’ shoulder and feels his rest on top of hers. her stomach fires up with electric shocks but she tells herself it’s because of the wine. “ not really. it’s over, it’s done with. if he didn’t want me after everything, then fuck him. fuck him and new zealand. ” she takes another swig of the wine, finishing off the bottle. “ would only complicate things, so it’s kinda good he left. ” she adds afterwards.

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featuring ... romeo

“Just nice?” he rolled his eyes, before continuing sarcastically, “And what absolutely novel advice.”

“Personally, in my experience, it’s best to try and keep everything like a shaken soda bottle. You leave it alone until you forget about it, and, then, when you accidentally open it up, everything blows up in your face,“ he got up to pour out a cup of coffee for both him and Katia. 

“Sugar? Milk? I don’t know how you take it.“

From his spot, on the counter, he rummaged for some mugs, before looking back at her.  

“What are you keeping in, then, Kaitia? What’s going on?“

                    “ milk and lots of sugar. “  she replies, dumping in what could be estimated as at least a fourth of the container. katia was known to have a sweet tooth and she remembered her father always scolding her for putting so much in. you’re going to get diabetes, daniela. you’re going to get sick, daniela.  but of course, his warnings only made her put more sugar in her cup. 

                    as katia stirs the sugar into the coffee, she shrugs at ro’s question.  “ i met someone in new zealand. ended up being a serious thing and so i told him my real name and that i wasn’t camila taylor from california. things went to shit after that. the end. “  this version is overly simplified, but katia deems it good enough. she knew she needed to talk about it but going over the nitty gritty details would just bring up thoughts she tried to bury.

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featuring ... ferris

“And, didn’t your mama tell you not to interrupt drunk strangers?” He spoke, mimicking her accent as best as he could. Ferris eases into the brick a suspicious smirk slowly creeping onto his lips. He can feel the air next to him warm a bit as Katia takes her place against the brick barrier. His eyes wander over her current state, probably just as bad as his. “What’s your poison?” He slurs, making the decision to take one more shot from the bottle that rested in his palm. The sharp pain of burning traveled throughout his throat and lungs, but once the initial sip was over he could feel his entire body relaxing down. He picked up the bottle and tapped its neck softly, listening to the sharp ringing noise the glass made with each rap. “Don’t tell me, you’re having a hard day, too?”

                    “ my mama never taught me jack shit, ferris. “  katia laughs boisterously, throwing her head back against the brick. “ she was looong gone when i could talk. “  she points out, poking ferris on the nose. with all the wine she’s consumed, katia feels light and airy and giggly. her reservation with the other members of reato is gone, which causes her head to fall onto ferris’ shoulder.  “ cheap wine... red never white. white is yucky. “  she scrunches up her nose at the thought, another silver bell laugh echoing out across the rooftop. she lifts her head from ferris to take another long glug from the bottle before setting it back down on his shoulder.  “ i have. but i feel better now. especially with such nice company. “  she slurs, a lazy smile stretching her lips.

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featuring ... ferris

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He leans back against the rough brick of the roof’s border. He can feel the scratches forming on the back of his neck as he shifts his neck to a different position. For once, the Nevada winter is giving off a bit of cool air that Ferris needed. Spring was coming soon, and it was going to be hot as hell after that. Spring cleaning was something that everyone should do, and Ferris felt the need to spring clean his mind. All he could think about was lying to Cole and how shitty it felt. His insides would twist and ache at the thought of even opening up slightly to anyone. So, here he was, out on his rooftop hideout, and he’d been drinking a few shots of tequila from a bottle that had been left in the kitchen. Ferris searched the rooftop, expecting someone to be there, but no one was. “Fuck!” He shouted across the empty rooftop. “Goddammit!”

                    it wasn’t unlike katia to drink so much, but this time she had a reason. somewhere oceans away was the person she thought could be it for her, but they didn’t think the same. alcohol didn’t take the pain away but it definitely made her think less about it. katia had seen ferris walk up to the rooftop earlier and with an almost empty bottle of red wine, she stumbled up the stairs after him. she flung open the door when he was yelling curses and katia tsked at him softly.  “ didn’t your mama ever tell you to watch your language in the presence of ladies? “  katia bubbles out in a southern accent more exaggerated than her own. she plops down next to ferris and takes a drink out of her bottle head lolling back against the brick.           “ hiya. “  she smiles lazily at him.