"Hey uh-geez dude don't make this harder for me," I sighed, putting my hand on the door handle and opening the door to the backseat. And there he stood, clinging against the other side of the door and shrugging his shoulders. He hates me, a lot.
And I blame myself for thinking that maybe throughout the whole 20 minute drive he might've forgiven me. But no, that's not the case.
"Great" I stroke a hand through my hair, close the door and walk over to the other side, but I'm too late, he switches sides and when I open the door, I find myself exhausted at the idea that this is never going to end.
Shit man! I'm not really giving you a choice, but you don't have to make my life a living hell!?
So tell me-just why on earth are you trying to-resist!?
Then there I go again, I slam the door and walk the other way, rushing to get my hand on the handle in time to slam the door open. But somehow he manages to get over to the other side before I do Fucksake! So is this how you wanna do things? Fine then! Let's play things your way.
"RMMMPH!" He muffles, twisting and turning his body around, undoubtedly trying to grind his sharp fangs against the ropes in his mouth. But the dents his teeth leave on the ropes leave my mouth feeling dry. And I have to remind myself that today I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die to stupid messy hair and sharp fangs.
"Don't be a pain in the ass, okay?" I gently pressed a palm down against the cushions, he shrugged his brows and twisted his body. "MNGHGG!!" He muffled furiously and I placed another hand on the cushion before raising my knees and slowly crawling my way up to him. Stop shaking, you little shit! I need to pull you out of here before someone catches us!
"It's obvious, okay? That you don't want to do this and neither do I, so let's settle this for the day, yeah?" I smile, but he doesn't smile. He bites down harder against the restraints and shakes his head in disagreement. Something inside me wants to get this done with and pull him out aggressively, but the other side of me knows that the minute I do that, he'll throw a kick to my face and break my nose.
It's a frightening thought, so I close my eyes and ignore the temptation. Carefully walking a few steps closer, just enough to get a few words out of my lips, "hey, did you have enough y'know-moving around?" I grin, but the words catch him off guard. Now he really fucking looks like he wants to break my nose. Okay!? I'm sorry, okay? Just...don't hate me after this.
"Because I sure did!" I pull a hand forward and hover it above his ankle, and just seconds before he's able to notice my hand, I lower it and grip it hard. The sudden thrust of my hand pulls his body forwards and his head hits the cushions hard. "Alright now! Don't be stubborn!" I bit down on my lip, trying to get another hand over to his other ankle.
But the little savage pulls his knee up and throws me the weakest kick, it hits my wrist and I laugh. He's failed horribly, and when he does fail I'm relieved. A soothing chuckle leaves the ends of my lips and I thank god that my ropes work. I take a second to look up at the ceiling then over at the blondie, he turns and twists and I have to hold on tighter against his foot.
Then he does it, he throws a kick and I have to let go. I pull my hand back and then with the other I hold on tighter to his ankle. I grunt and hold on tightly. He shakes and I become dangerously close to letting go.
"Listen," I fake a smile. But what is there to even tell him to listen if the maniac can't stop moving!?
"I said-to not make this fucking harder than it has to be-" I finally grab hold of both of his legs and the sudden thrust throws him towards me.
"MMMMMMMPH!" He whimpers and I throw my arms underneath his armpits, waiting for a second or two to think about how the fuck I'm going to have to carry him. Then it clicks, I put my hands on his waist, feel the outer edges of his skin with my thumbs and lift him up. I throw him over my shoulder and hold my hands against his legs.
"so uh...is the look necessary?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying to adjust his body, despite the jabbing glares punching my back.
"MOGH-MHRRR!!!MPH!-MPGH!!!"
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Oh my god dude, ouch.
I sigh, but the struggle is finally over. Gently I close the door and walk over to the pavement. But it doesn't hit me till I'm halfway there to my apartment, and when it does hit me, I wish god that the whole thing was a dream.
Because oh my fucking god.
I have a demon over my shoulder...
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"C-c-c-raig?" A familiar sounding voice echoes from behind me and my body goes cold. Nothing in this world could've prepared me for this.
I freeze, breaking into sheer panic. As the hefty footsteps and loud metallic thunders from behind. Don't panic Craig, I remind myself, but the whole situation is horribly set up. There's someone behind me, and there's a half naked demon on my shoulder. Then the idea hits me like something stupid, who in this fucking world would be awake right now!? It's 3 am, why are you awake!?
Quickly I swallow in my breath, adjust the palms holding down onto blondies legs and turn around.
My mouth drops
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Jimmy??
"Jimmy-what-what!?" I coughed, letting one hand fall down from his legs, bringing it over to the neckline of my shirt. This is not good...not good at all! I tug at my shirt and inhale. "Ha-what are you doing at this time!?"
I'm gonna fuck this shit up.
I panic, wondering why Jimmy would even be awake at this time, but the minute that my eyes lead down his hands, is when I realize what he's doing.
"J-just stuff-f" he replied, throwing the white bag full of powder into his pockets. The attempt to hide the drug is useless because all of it is under his nails and on his lips. Jimmy what the fuck, I want to ask him why, but the brunette opens his mouth first, "a-a-ahem, who's the fella?" He switched the topic almost immediately and my heart dropped to my lips.
Who am I to judge.
My situation isn't any better.
"Ah-uh, a friend y'know?"
Craig you bad son of a liar, who brings their friend tied up over their shoulders.
"Like, we just wanted to test things out, practice stuff"
kill me, actually kill me.
I should just shut up, but the more that I panic to get something logical out of my lips, the more that I feel like fainting. What the hell would I be practicing at 3 am?
Then I smile, but Jimmy isn't fucking with it. He sure is high as a kite, but the idea and imagery doesn't strike him as any good.
"Uh project, for my friend-" I say, and this catches him a little off guard. Why couldn't I say something more realistic like a youtvbe video or something!??
"W-w-with ropes?" Jimmy lightly tilts his head and skims the blondie. His horns and tail are out and the only thing he's wearing are shorts.
Jimmy, what the hell are you thinking about.
"ahh...it-s-s okay man, I didn't know you were into that stuff" he snorts, resulting in a low whistling chuckle. He's high as shit.
NO. WHAT JIMMY. NO.
"HUH?? I cry out, swallowing the anxious lump of anxiety building up in my throat. I don't even know what to say, everything's going so wrong.
"Jimmy-no it's not-what?" I panic, trying to justify my actions, but instead of saying anything, he laughs and nods. Gently leaning against his mullets, as if the whole thing was a joke.
"Nothing to be ashamed of" he winks at me, flawlessly executing a smile. But my face suddenly turns red from the embarrassment and I can't even mouth an excuse anymore.
That's not-Jesus Christ what am I to say anymore? I can't stretch the lie anymore, awfullly and bitterly I bite down and swallow the lie.
"Yeah, that's...you got it right haha" I bring a free hand over to my hair and slick it back, there's no recovery from this. My dignity is ashes.
Fuuuuck.
"Dude, alright relax, I won't tell a s-s-soul"
"Thanks..." wow how thoughtful of you Jim. I want to cry.
"Yeah uh, thanks man, see you later Jim" I sighed, aiming to place both of my hands over blondie's legs. He wiggles and I have to keep him still to make it believable.
Never again! And I mean it Craig! Never again!
I finally give Jimmy one more smile before walking back a few steps, it feels like for ages but the minute I turn around I walk over to my apartment impatiently. I don't have time for this and I don't want anybody else to see him. I know Jimmy from childhood, and I know that one of these days the joke is gonna brew from his lips and when it does, I'll make sure that powder isn't the only reason he's running away from the cops.
God, I sighed, bringing my keys out and digging the metal against the hole. It clicks and I twist my wrist to open the door. Never have I longed for my room more than today.
"MPHH!" He scrunches his brows and shrugs his arms, but I keep him over my shoulder. "Calm down will you? I'll let you down in a second!?"
Gently I walk over to my bed and place my hands over his waist, my thumb grazes his skin and I pull him off of my shoulder, throwing him up against my bed. Geez doesn't this guy ever get tired of whining!? I mean, I don't know, maybe start getting tired already you fucking energetic!
Then I run over to the door, lock the door and walk back. He looks at me, but this time the hatred in his eyes is more than obvious. He's done with my bullshit.
Carefully I pull out a chair and place it in front of the bed, before sitting down and crossing my arms.
Now it really hits me.
What am I going to do with him?
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Shit in fact.
What did I even get myself into this time!?