Drugs Were Made for Addicts Like Me

"Who do you sing for anyway?"
"Gone with the Ghost."
"Never heard of you."
he blushed. "I didn't expect you to."
God he was shy. Quiet. I liked him. He gave me butterflies. Or maybe just the craving for the view of a flame or a hit of aqua.
"So? What are we gonna do?" God I hope he rips me in half. Shy boys are the best in the sheets right?
"What about a movie?" oh. Damn. Wish I would have stayed to smoke now.
"Uh.. Yeah. I guess." He smiled sweetly at me. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't care," I said as I sat on the bed. I was craving him. Why did every other man beg to get my clothes off and he won't?
I felt the dip beside me, and felt his hand close to mine. Middle school games. Whatever movie he put on started and I reached up to turn the lights out. Movie effect right?
I pulled out a book of matches and began striking them one by one, watching the glorious flames with wide, intent eyes. An hour and 4 match books later he finally asked why.
"I like fire."
"that doesn't sound very safe.."
"I don't care"
"why are you so angry?"
"because people give me a reason to be"
"I'm sorry Ankhah"
"you didn't do anything."
He stayed silent and chewed on his lip ring for a minute.
"I know I haven't known you long... But.. I really like you Ankhah.."
ugh. Spit it it out, yo.
"Will you go out with me sometime? Like when we're not working or something like that." I struck another match and stuck my tongue out. I lifted the stuck to me and set the flame to my tongue. His eyes were wide. He thought I was crazy. Smart kid. The flame went out and the tip of my tongue was black, looking charred. With an evil smile I turned to face him, "of course."

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