"GONNA BE A LIAR? LIE TO ME! GONNA BE A LIAR?? LIE TO ME!"

"Go ahead. He's a Synthetic," Rex said. He was still looking out the window. "I know your heart is mine." He turned around and looked at me, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. "Take that frown off your face. This is for you as much as it is for me."

Was there something in his eye or did Rex just wink at me?

Mortified, and seeing no other option, I went up the stairs to Daniel's loft room.

Totally cutting Daniel off was really cruel of me, I suppose. 

I had decided a couple years ago, after Rex and I were engaged, to stop stealing kisses from Daniel in the dark. Those times when Rex had fallen asleep in front of the tele and there was only Daniel and me in the room, breathing in the same air. Only, Daniel did it just for show.

It was time for me to suck it up, set my feelings aside, and give Daniel what he wanted. I knew exactly what he needed to settle his synthetic hormones and synapses. His wiring, though still perfect (with regular and costly maintenance) in every way, was being simultaneously dulled and aggravated by inactivity in one crucial area. 

His guitar and all the songs programmed in his synthbrain (which weren't much, poor thing, they did not go past 1997) only brought him so much joy. I was meant to fill in the gaps, but I had been a neglectful owner that had not counted on falling in love with anyone real.

Rex wrapped me in security and emotional stability; he promised me a home and forever. I could not deny the warmth of his human skin next to mine.

Daniel looked real enough, a treat for the eyes, but sometimes the feel of him was misleading. He would speak or sing or pick up his guitar and I would forget all about what he really was. Again and again.

It was miraculously quiet for a minute so I took that opportunity to act as fast as I could.

I knocked on his bedroom door.

"Daniel?" I cleared my throat. "Babe, may I come in, please?"

The door swung open so fast that I brought a hand up to my mouth and gasped in front of his flushed face.

How did they do that? How did LivingFANtasy Robotics create that effect? That redness in his cheeks? How long had I been ignoring that lovely feature?

"What is it?" He spoke through gritted teeth. "I was playin' my guitar! The only thing in my waste of a life that lets me play with it anymore. And why the fark are you calllin' me 'babe' anyway, huh?"

He was breathing heavily and licked his lips. His cheeks grew more red as he looked over my face and his hair was sweaty and matted around his hairline.

I couldn't help that my lips curved upward at the sight of him. At the sheer fortune of technology and artistry before me. A combination only in existence because of my luck of being born in the later half of the twenty-first century.

This was too easy. I knew what to say. I knew what to ask.

"Want to make out?" I whispered.

He raised his eyebrows and then lifted his guitar strap and emerald PRS over his head and leaned it against the wall. A smile spread all over his face, faster than butter on hot toast. His breathing slowed, too.

"But what about Rex?" He laced into my ear. He inched closer, almost stepping on my foot while his face got lost in my hair that was covering my neck.

"He doesn't have to know. It can be our little secret."

"I'm sorry about yellin' at you downstairs, Cindy." He softened so easily. I could not believe how I had forgotten about that brilliant feature of his either. 

Also, no one else called me that. Cindy. Only him.

"You're right. I don't even need any freakin' beer, babe." He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, loosened his grip and then ran his fingers over my collarbone. "All I need is you."

We looked into each other's eyes and I saw a very familiar look take over his vibrant oceanic eyes (I may have tweaked them to be a tad bluer than the real thing, I'm not sure). As soon as his pupils dilated, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

He opened his door wide and grinned at me.

"Come in, then, quick. Before the old man catches us."

His whisper registered in my ears as sweetly as a feather brushing against the back of my wrist.

I let him pull and spin me into his bedroom. He stood right in front of me again allowing me no space to breathe, only to feel.

I walked backwards as he walked forwards and then I fell on his twin-sized bed behind me. The final sound I heard that did not come out of either of us was the sound of the door closing behind him after he slammed it shut. 

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