iii. of crimson couch and dirty minds
03
MAVERICK.
YVONNE SIGHED. She bit her lower lip, then she sighed again. "A couple of years have passed, and you're still the same Maverick I know." She plastered a small smirk from her lips. "Haunted by troubles for life."
My lips parted.
"Y-yeah, that's me." I followed her on the couch.
We both sat on each corner of it. I felt how my hips went shallow on its cushion.
"Ah, Eve?"
"Hmm?" she replied and gazed at me.
"I need to pee." I whispered, hoping she'd hear that. "And I'm. . . I-I'm terribly thirsty." I gulped.
This is one of the most bizarre feelings ever in the world. Thirsty and in the need of peeing.
She immediately stood up, "Why didn't you tell me?" I heard her clicking her tongue as she rushed to the kitchen.
"Here." She brought me a bottle of water.
I opened the cap and I emptied it.
Shit. Now my urethra is about to burst.
Fudge, wait!
"Use this!"
Eve brought a little pail for me.
"You're weird, Eve." I complained as I gave her a puzzled look. "You really think that I'm gonna use that, right here?"
Woah. I really say that straight?
"You're overreacting and complicating the situation, Maverick." she retorted back. "Hello? It's basic to turn around, right?"
"But the. . . sound." I looked down and glanced back at her.
"Psh." Eve rolled her eyes, "I don't mind at all." She then turned around and so I did my thing.
A dripping sound conquered us for about a minute.
The rain is so good at timing. It stopped dripping as soon as I came inside with Eve. This is fudging humiliating! I don't think there will be worse than this.
I tapped it and zipped the pants she lent me.
"You, done?"
"O-obviously."
She chortled and walked towards the sink. She opened the curtains below and grabbed something from the mini fridge.
She transferred the I presumed that's the tocino, in the yellow tupperware.
"Eat up, you nasty murderer." she smirked and sat back on her spot on the couch.
"Thanks, and I take that as a compliment." I laughed a little.
We started chomping the slice of pizza she brought out.
And I was right, she cooked a tocino. Am too dork for thinking about witches. This mind is nonsense, as always, and this woman is still fond of processed meat.
With her mouth full, she asked. "New sideline? Dismembering a young girl during your free time?"
I chewed the food in my mouth, then I spoke. "I didn't do it, Eve."
She gasped and gawked at me.
"You're framed?" eyes wide, she confirms.
"I think that's the case."
Eve shrugged her shoulders then she picked two slices of tocino from the table near us. "So, you think that running away is the right thing to do?"
I shrugged. "Why? Would you tell them I'm here?"
She scoffed.
"Of course. . ." A pause and a mischievous smile. "Not."
I sighed in relief.
Flabbergasted Eve asked again, "Why not get a lawyer?" she sipped from the coke in the can.
"There's no point of getting one, because they will imprison me no matter what."
"What about your parents? They have neglected you?"
I gulped and lost eye contact with her.
"Not yet."
She laughed and crumbled the tin can from her hands. "Someone is conspiring against you, maybe?"
I sighed and swallowed the last bit of pizza in my mouth.
Finally I found someone who believes in me. Well, Eve used to be the only person who believed in me since then. No wonder why people, especially her friends got confused when she started hanging out with me back then.
Of course, they've seen me as the president of the nobody club of our batch. If you dared to get along with somebody like me, certainly, those people will consider you as one.
Eve experienced that before, but she kept tagging along with me and that's the stupid start when I fell harder into the trap of so-called love.
We never admitted or even declared it to each other, we just happened that way real fast and ended faster.
A while ago, I tended to copy the gruesome line from the wall because I didn't know what to say, so Eve would let me in. I also thought she already knew it, but this woman is not a news person. How come I forget that?
"You live here all alone?" I initiate to break the silence between us.
"No." She reached for another tin can of soft drink. "This is my uncle's house."
My mouth formed into a small o. Now it's clear to me. She was able to lend me some clothes that fit me because she doesn't live here, but her uncle.
"I have to stay here for a week with. . ." She paused. "I have to stay here for a week then go back to my new town."
"That's great." I don't know why I said that.
Knowing Eve, this is not great for her being alone here. She can't survive overnight without having someone to talk to.
"Not really, because I actually got bored here." she leapt closer to me. "And now that I have you here with me. . ."
What was she thinking?
She traced the couch with his fingers close to me.
Did my fever get even worse, or I'm really seeing her eyes seducing me? Or I got infected with assuming disorder stage four?
Eve held my shoulders.
I dropped the slice of pizza I am holding.
"Like the good old days?"
Nice one there, Eve. Using the irresistible tone card against me, right now. I can't believe you're still using that tactic.
"Seriously, Eve?" my forehead creased.
"What?" she whimpered. "We both knew that that's our favourite thing to do together!"
Great, shit!
Why did I even get here with her? This is worse than worst.
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