f i r e

do you even remember what it’s like to stand still? you’ve never held someone’s hand without tapping your fingers on their knuckles; you’ve never kissed with your eyes closed and you can’t sleep in an embrace because it feels like a cage.

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skcnwalking

“Dude, what’ve you been smoking? Like you don’t know if what you’re doing is illegal??”

‘ I know what’s illegal and what’s not. Do you? ’

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thrcepiece

“Smooth. You always this vacant, handsome?”

‘ Not always. It comes and goes. ’

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thrcepiece

“What’s your point?”

‘ Not gonna lie, I forgot what I was talking about. Shit. ’

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dxrlingcxrmen

“Not particularly, but, yeah, I’ll my ‘thing’, as you call it.”

‘ You’re not as hostile as you look, that’s awesome. -- Just to let you know, murder -- I won’t do that for you, ‘kay? ’

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dxrlingcxrmen

“How can I be certain you’ll pay me back, and it’s called compelling, Darling. You’ll get it eventually.”

' Don’t I look like a trusting guy? Listen -- compelling, mind warping, “your thing” all the same. So, you’ll do it? ’  

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shilohisms

         &&.   “it’s the humane thing to do, isn’t it?” shiloh huffed a sigh, glancing at herself in the mirror one last time before retreating to the change rooms. “maybe the 20′s could do with a revival instead ——— hmm?”

‘ What, like Gatsby? Sure, whatever makes you feel good. ’

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skcnwalking

“Are you for real?”

‘ Fuck, man, this might be illegal but shut up. I mean -- I’m not doing anything. Actually, I don’t think this is illegal. Whatever. ’

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dxrlingcxrmen

“Fine, what exactly is it you need me to do?”

‘ I need you to loan me money to get my dealer off my back... or you can do your thing and make him forget I owe him money -- or whatever it is you do. ’

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dxrlingcxrmen

“And you’ll do whatever I asked?” 

‘ Sure, maybe. ’

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dxrlingcxrmen

“Give me one good reason why I should help you.” The dark haired girl smirk.

‘ Because I’ll owe you one. ’ Ruben eyed Carmen, daring her to do this one favor for him. 

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shilohisms

           &&.  “what do YOU think? cowboy chic? chic cowboy? well, someone’s got to wear it —- and not just old, worn country men —- or it’ll die out before we ever even see it’s  t r u e  potential, hm?” shiloh paused to catch her reflection. “oh, lord. YIKES.”

‘ Let that shit die. ’

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gaiadraak

“Yes, I am tattooing myself like I have done many times before, do you have a problem with that?”

‘ It was a question, take a chill, crazy. ’

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cyrus-haverford

“Good. We’re going to the club. C’mon, grab your stuff.”

‘ Really? Fantastic! Give me five. ’

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bxaharland

      When wasn’t he telling her that she was being stupid? It was the same issue that she had with all the others: ‘Bea, you need to feed. Bea, you can’t starve yourself.’ Over and over again, the same conversation and the outcome was almost the same. She never listened and this always came with it. “Can you please just go?” She asked weakly, leaning against the wall with no energy to turn to him. Her fingers ran shakily through her hair as the brunette searched for the right words to make him leave. “I’m not having sex with you so you really have no reason to stay. We don’t talk, Ruben. That was part of the deal. I don’t want to talk to you.”

‘ No, ’ he left the end of his statement open, almost as if he was questioning himself or he was about to continue, but he did not. Ruben always got exhausted when people weren’t as straightforward as him. The kids he’d teach would go right by the point of something, his parents would blatantly ignore whatever was on their mind, but Ruben could never hold anything in. If he had trouble, he’d tell someone, especially if it was terrible. Bea behaving as she was concerned him, he’d expressed it, he’d asked about it, and he wanted to know -- yes because he cared, but he needed something to satisfy his curiosity for the day. ‘ You look like you’re about to pass out. If I leave you might end up dying on the floor in your own vomit or something disgusting. ’

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Rarely did Ruben ever work at the high school, the tiny people he often substituted and tutored were much more impressed with Ruben than the snotty teenagers that loved to break rule number one ( it’s St. Clair, not Mr. Ruben or Ro-ro ). But it was a favor, someone had begged him to take on a class for the next four days, and Ruben said okay as long as he got a shirt with the school logo on it. He tried to grade papers as nice as he could, but he the God damn answers the snotty kids put were never close to the answer. The deeper he got into the periods and the papers, the more he grew frustrated, marking rude comments on top of papers that were obnoxious. “ GO BACK TO MIDDLE SCHOOL, ” he’d written on one. “ MY MOM? YOU’RE MOM, ” ( to which he had to cross out the you’re and put your ) was on another. Some were smart enough to find an ironic answer or literal answer to a simple question that would make him laugh ( he’d give them half credit ).

Throwing another fry from the Pit Stop into his mouth ( which he knew would do nothing for him, but made him feel more mundane ) he groaned and stretched out, pushing aside his paper, he said to the person on the stool next to him, ‘ This generation is so fucked. ’

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bxaharland

      Moving back as if his touch burned, Beatrix narrowed her eyes. Her arms came to cross over her chest defensively and she tried not to convey the pain in her abdomen that made it hard to stand straight. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t care. That was what she’d always liked about him. No strings, no emotions, no commitment; so why was he here now? With narrowed eyes, she waited for a reply, but her patience was short and her irritation was high from hunger. “I’m fine now just leave me the fuck alone.” So rarely did she swear, but it was that damn feeling getting out of her. She wanted to rip him apart, but she knew it wouldn’t help.

He dropped his hand and rolled his eyes at Beatrix, ‘ stopping by because I can. ’ He moved passed her and into her home that he was extremely familiar with. ‘ At least you’re fine now, but you swearing -- that’s discomforting. But I’m also turned on. ’ He walked to her couch and sat down, stretching his legs out and made himself comfortable, he looked over at Bea. Everything he did always pissed her off, every word out of his mouth, every action he performed -- and Ruben never knew what the hell she wanted from him. If anything, he was at least honest about his feelings and emotions, not something she’d get from others, and he’d felt like that should earn him brownie points with her. ‘ You can tell me what’s up, it’s not like I’ll go around telling your problems to other -- if anything I’ll tell you you’re being stupid. ’