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The market was nearly vacant when Depression, Violence, and I walked inside. A ghost town.
"Lass, Violence and I are going for some liquor, why don't you run by the deli and pick up some sandwhiches?" Depression kissed my cheek, waited for the deliberate bob of my head, and then turned for the other side of the store.
I dragged my feet lazily over the tile, knowing that Depression and Violence always fought over their liquor and that it could take them a while to come to an agreement. As I approached the last aisle, I realised that a button on Violence's flannel had come undone, exposing the lace of my black bra.
I furrowed my brows in annoyance, focusing my gaze on that button and just as I closed the shirt - I stumbled into something strong like a wall.
"Sorry," I said as my hands found a warm chest under a thin shirt, surprising even myself at how quickly the word left my lips.
Ha.
The first word I'd spoken in months - sorry.
I still hadn't looked up, and I still hadn't recieved an answer.
After making sure that the shirt was buttoned, I raised my gaze and blinked in surprise at the striking eyes that met my own.
A vibrant shade of blue, framed by long eyelashes and sharp eyebrows.
"It's fine." The man said as I tried to place a title on him.
'Attraction' was too obvious.
'Seduction' too dark.
He was smiling, and I realized I had been staring at him to long.
Doubt.
'Doubt' was perfect.
I pulled away awkwardly.
"I'm - " Doubt, I've already named you. " - Arturo." He extended one very masculine hand, obviously expecting an introduction, but Violence suddenly rounded the corner with two bottles in his hands.
"Lass," He said, staring down at the bottles as he neared. I jumped at the sound of his voice, and Doubt noticed. One of his dark eyebrows raised as Violence went on. "Do you prefer cherry cola or vanilla? Because I asked Depression and he said 'Vodka' - the little shit - but we already have Vodka and - " He raised his head and paused in surprise, dark eyes narrowing at the sight of Doubt.
"Lass?" He questioned, eyeing Doubt distrustfully.
"Cherry." I said softly, moving towards him. His eyes betrayed the surprise at the sound of my voice, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly as I took the cherry bottle from his hands.
Doubt watched the exchange carefully, and offered me another charming smile when my gaze met his. Violence's eyes narrowed.
"Speaking again are we, Lass?" He said, tilting his head in Doubt's direction. Doubt's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Who's your friend?"
"We aren't friends, Violence." I said as I spotted Depression grabbing a carton of eggs.
"Good." He voiced, grabbing my elbow and guiding me towards Depression.
"Goodbye, Lass." I heard Doubt call after me. I knew he was waving. "I'll see you around."
Violence growled.
A. N.
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(Gif on the side) Doubt is fucking hot, no?
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Depression.
Teen Fiction➳ " I called him 'Depression' because he was the living, breathing definition of the very word. " ➳
