“What?! This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you talking to yourself lately.” I didn’t expect her reply, taking me off guard.
“And what if I was losing it?”
“Then, enjoy the psych ward again.” My amusement took over as I lifted the bottle towards my lips. Her hand was quick as lightning, snatching it from my grasp, my eyes widening in surprise.
“You better hope I’m not losing it, talking to me like that?” A mocking smirk touched my lips as I continued my taunting.
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because I’d leave you to bleed out up here by yourself. No one would find you for ages.” My smirk grew; even if I believed the lie of her not feeling well, it would never dull her fierce comebacks. Something I had always appreciated about her.
I mockingly pouted towards her, “Aww, you wouldn’t even stay with me until the bitter end?” She was struggling to keep face; hints of a smile started to crack through before she broke into one entirely.
“You know what? I think I’d actually like to watch the light leave your eyes.” Her voice was clear with the conviction of snuffing me out.
“So, you’ll stay?” Tucking myself closer to her. “Least you can do if you’re the one to end me.”
She paused, planting a tension as she came to her conclusion. “Fine.”
“Promise?” My eyes flittered over hers, “Dying alone seems like a shitty way to go.”
She gave a swift nod, “Promise.” A beat of silence sat between us, just the sound of the wind and the occasional burning sip, until she handed me one of her knives.
“What’s this?”
“To sign the contract,” I raised an eyebrow as she tilted her chin towards the wall, “Something that stays after we’re gone.”
I moved myself, taking the knife from her hand, gripping it tightly in mine. My eyes passed over the blade as I laid the tip into my other hand. Inspecting its surface as it glinted in the dying sunlight. It was lightweight and meticulous.
I carved an 'S' and 'M' into the concrete, jagged and lopsided. She tilted her head, inspecting the blade as I passed it back to her. “There. Now we’ve signed it. No dying alone.”
She scoffed, “Guess that’s binding.”
I pressed my lips into a small smile, looking to her. “Now, can we please get the fuck off this rooftop. I’m fucking freezing.”
Her smile grew as she pulled herself to her feet, “Come on then, you pussy.”
My body was still trembling as I pushed through the front door, and Misfit was already halfway through another bottle. I’d noticed her movements had started to slur, the effects of the alcohol now taking over her. I slumped onto the couch, thankful to be somewhere warmer as she began to peruse throughChester’s old CD collection. Pulling out one after the other with disapproving grunts before she found one she liked.
Slamming the lid to the battered player as music filled the room, my eyes never leaving her as she started to sway to the tune. I’d never seen her fully drunk before, tipsy sure, but it seemed to be hitting her fast. Her unfocused eyes found me through the haze, pointing in front of her as she ordered me to dance. Absolutely fucking not my love!
I slowly shook my head, rejecting her proposal, and was met with the same pouting expression I had given her just mere hours before. She stumbled forward, her hands dropping to my thighs with a lazy force. I couldn’t help feeling my pulse quicken just from her touch, her eyes burrowing into mine, her face inches away.
“You’re being very boring.” Her warm breath hitting my skin.
I held a small smile, “I don’t dance.”
Her melodic mimicry was hard not to burst out laughing at. This was entertainment enough; we didn’t need my Bambi-like movements adding to the humour.
“C’mon,” she whined, her weight now fully leaning into me. “One song, no one’s watching.”
“Except you.” My eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, but I already know you’re embarrassing.” A cheeky grin spread across her face.
A short, sharp laugh escaped me, “Not happening.”
Her head lolled down her body, unsteady and swaying; she was so wasted. Laughter erupted from me as her balance faltered, falling full force into my lap. She didn’t fight back, just remained crumpled against me.
