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au revoir goodbye.
Bea Mack likes to think she's normal, but she's not.
"How would you like to die?" She speaks soft and quiet. Even the most morbid of things sound heavenly. He is not fooled by her voice though. No other girl holds deaths hand like she does.
Steven pauses over his hair, hands tacky with styling putty. His eyes flick from himself to Bea, she's sitting on his closed toilet lid. "What kind of fucking question is that?" She smiles at him and his harsh tone. He's always like this. A little stand-off ish. She doesn't blame him. His mother is dead.
"A question. Now answer it."
He stares at her for a moment as she caps his putty. Eventually he speaks. "I guess the easiest way. Being old. Lived my life." Bea meets his eyes, hers are dark but his are darker. "I said how would you like to die. Not what would be the safest." She's always weirded him out since they met. When she came stomping up to him, pink bubblegum smacking between her strawberry chapstick lips. It was after basketball practice his senior year, she'd been a junior then. Though, she carried herself like a college girl. He just had to taste her. Was she bubblegum? Cherry? Strawberry? Raspberry?
