teen jesus and the jean teasers (flip + rhys)
Jan 28, 2024 3:24:30 GMT -5
Post by clover ❁ on Jan 28, 2024 3:24:30 GMT -5
flip jones.
mister keeper boy coughs and splutters and hacks up half a lung like he's never smoked before. usually i would find this off-putting, infantile, and somewhat embarrassing, but in the haze of the vodka i find it sweet. endearing, even. little virgin lungs, fluttering their little wings. i stifle a snort, not wanting to upset him.
"fuck, that seemed more fun from a distance."
i suck in a deep breath of cigarette, roll it around deep in my lungs, and blow a very wobbly smoke ring, showing off my experience. it's not fun, it's not about fun. it's about patching up the little ache inside you, having something to do with your hands when you're leaning against a brick wall at a party talking to a cute boy. it's a coping mechanism, not a real honest-to-god form of entertainment. smoking doesn't make anything good, it just makes everything slightly less shit. he'll learn this, if he spends much time around me.
"you're a charmer, i'll give you that," rhys concedes. i'm giving it a good crack, so i'm glad to hear i haven't scared him off completely. he's so fresh he's almost green.
then he does something that surprises me. he takes off across the street. my brain lags, assume he's suddenly decided to literally run away from me (which would be excessive, i wouldn't chase him) but then he twists into an alleyway, with confidence, and points at a ladder. it's part of the external cladding of the building, a little rusty but looks stable. he knew it was there. i wonder who he's been on the roof with before.
"you first. if you fall, i might catch ya."
i do as i am told without asking questions. one foot, then the next. i pull myself up easily - i was worried that the drink would make me unstable and prone to slipping, but the fresh night air hits my face like cold water, and i feel quite present. quite ready to keep drinking.
when i reach the top i get my footing and then turn back. "your turn, then." i hold out my hand for him in case he wants some support on the last step. i wouldn't want him to drop his paper bag. we'll need that where we're going.
"you spend a lot of time on rooftops with strange boys?" i ask, only half-joking.