Mr. Pay Me In Ass

“Can you bring the dead back to life?” She asked with a short chuckle though it was dry. Skie leaned into the male her head resting on his shoulder. “You know, Scooter would probably get mad if he knew you were here.” She said a smile hinting on her face.

Ozzy felt a tingle on the back of his neck. “I fucking hope not.” He tried his hardest to relax his body, allowing his fingers to aimlessly trace patterns on Skie’s shoulder. “It’s... Diplomacy between tribes or some shit. Besides, good ol’Scoot seems preoccupied with his own needs. I got a whole pack a cigarettes on him fucking one of the girls in the tribe. Seems too happy.”

“You sure about that?” She asked her tone even as she finally looked at Ozzy her eyes glancing over his face. Her lips pressed into a hardline and she felt as if she might explode into a fit of emotions at any moment. His words were playful and if it wasn’t her birthday she might have enjoyed it. “It’s just July, and just I’m not okay during this month.” She muttered looking down at her hands.

Ozzy looked over at Skie once again, taking his time to read the subtle slopes of her body language before he sighed and placed his arm around her. “Anything we can do to make it less shitty?” He asked sincerely.

“I will have to work on that then, won’t out.” She says trying to smile but it fails. Her eyes just glance at him for a moment before returning to stare the spot on the floor. “Why are you here?”

“You could never lie to a face like this.” He said as he flashed her his signature cocky smile, although this time it was just a little bit more fake than usual as he saw her stare was still distant. “I think I heard it’s because I had a fucked up life or something, but I don’t wanna think about it.” Ozzy adjusted himself uncomfortably, not wanting to answer any questions about himself. “Are you going to make me ask you what’s wrong, or are you just going to tell me? I don’t usually do this emotional shit, but don’t start thinking you’re special.”

The voice had startled her. No many came onto her boat, unless they really needed her. Wiping the tears from her eyes quickly she shook her head. “No, no. I am fine, just being stupid. She said trying to put on the brave act.

Ozzy pursed him lips before carefully maneuvering himself to sit next to her, finally letting his eyes rest on the same spot he saw Skie’s focused on. “You’re pretty shitty at lying. I thought I taught you better.”

With things being so crazy on Neverland, Skie had almost lost track of the time. It was July and the days were going fast. Only two days till she would break the promise for another year. Tears rolling down her cheek she just started at the floor a blank expression on her face.

#writing is hard tbh #c; skie #c

“Fuck.” Ozzy mumbled to himself, standing in the doorway of Skie’s hut. He couldn’t decided if it wanted to wander back to his own territory, or stay and comfort the girl he obviously liked beyond just getting in her pants. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay because you’re obviously fucking not.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.” Skie chuckles placing her hand on his chest to stop him from sitting up. “Stop, just lay there and don’t move.” Grabbing the cup of water beside her she places a hand under his neck helping him to lift up his head to let him drink the water.

“If I wasn’t dying, my bubble would be a lot fucking harder to burst.” Ozzy accepted her water as gracefully as he could, still managing to dribble most of it on himself. “At least I get to spend my last moments with an angel.” He snickered, even though Ozzy was sick he was still able to slather the charm on thick.

“Sh.” She simply said wiping his forehead with a shirt she had pulled from a hut. “You look like shit.” Skie says chucking just slightly, trying to hide the worry on her face.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, offended, as he tried his hardest to sit up. “I was hoping I’d look like I actually work out. Sweaty, glistening, ready to fuck.”

heda-cora-blog

“Ozzy… you have to listen to me. You and I are going to the Villa… okay? We can’t get anyone else sick..”;

#Ozzy in a nutshell: could be dying #but still trying to get in smeones panties #c; kala #c

“Are you asking me out?” He joked, feebly sucking on a cigarette that he had let go out hours prior while he was puking. “Because you’re way to fucking smart to be my type.”

Sketch was quiet as she tried to decide whether or not she would take him up on his offer. She had a feeling that he was going to piss her off. Though at the same time Sketch wasn’t feeling up to being alone….plus he had something harder than what she had been drinking lately. After shifting back and forth Sketch finally gave him a nod. “"Alright I’ll take you up on that offer.”

#ozzy has that effect on people #c; sketch #c

“It’s a date.” He smirked. “Literally. I’m taking you for a walk on the beach because if I take you back to the huts Kala and Scooter will kill me. Probably only Kala, that bitch’s a guard dog.”

It took Ozzy a few moments of rifling through his deep pockets to find his flask and two slightly crumpled cigarettes. “You smoke?” He asked the girl, throwing her the flask so he could light his own cigarette. “Whiskey. A family favorite.”

“I’m not sick,” Ozzy whined, pale and sweaty from hacking his lungs out “I look like this all the time. Babes love the whole sick boy act.”

#misfitsonstarter

Ozzy is sick

#this sounds like a compliment #you're pretty sick too bro #ask #misfitsofneverlandrp

Sketch’s eyes burned with a fiery passion once he mentioned her ‘track marks’. Hell fucking no. “Listen here you fucking asshole. You mention drugs at me again and this 12 year old with track marks is going to beat you until you’re crying for mercy. And don’t you dare think that I won’t or can’t do it because I can, I have and I will do it again.” She was not going to tolerate this at the moment. Who knew what was really pissing her off but she was going to take it out on this punk if he crossed a line again.

“Was it something I said?” Ozzy chortled. If he was going to have to be stuck on this miserable island he was going to make it miserable for everyone else too. “Okay, okay,” he said giving into the girl’s puppy ready to kill demeanor “what if I can make it up to you with a drink? It’s the best I fucking got so, you know, cherish it.”

#c; sketch #c

“Charming?” Sketch asked, complete disbelief in her voice. “And tell me. How are you charming? How does Mr. Pay me in ass charm the ladies?” As she spoke, Sketch poked him twice in the chest before folding her arms. There was no way he was charming.

“Mister Pay Me In Ass?” He chuckled, amused by the new title. “I’m was going to actually introduce myself but that’s way fucking better than my actual name. What’s your name?” He asked, giving her another once over trying to pick up on any tiny physical trait he could exploit. “Miss 12 With Track Marks? Wait, wait, I can do better than that. That’s a cheap shot... Fuck. Give me some time, Red, I’ll think of a good one eventually.”

#c; sketch #c

“Why haven’t you fixed it then?” She asked crossing her arms smirking just slightly at the male

#cause she LOVES HIM O3O #c; skie #c #loves him on the inside

“Because my one and only fetish is watching you pull dead bodies out of secret hiding places.” He said with a cocky smirk.

“I’m getting really fucking tired of this smell. I hear you can’t smell it by the fence though.”

#hc that Ozzy lowkey hangs with the marauders all the time #even tho he's a native #c; skie #c

“Why does no one on this fucking island just try to fix the fucking problem instead of hiding from it?”

“You may not be cheap but you certainly are easy.” Sketch mumbled as she gave him a less than amused look. She had dealt with guys like him before so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though at least she was normally high when it happened. “And who do you think is going to fuck, pay, or praise your sorry ass?”