M4UESVIECR'S PROFILE

The party was a bust. The wind carried the smell of liquor right under the landlady's nose, while the booming bass drops rippled from the tip of her spine,
to the center of her toes. As the war cry of the red and blue became audible, we took our adieu. Underage? No. Under the influence. Of every substance, every illusion, every emotion. They trickled down my face and balanced on the tip of my nose. Our noses. Purifying us of the senseless sins we so readily committed. Joined at the wrists, merged at the fingertip - We run. Not for our lives, but for our pleasure.

Of course I remember! It was cold then... Cold enough to pull you close. Keep you warm first, to feel your heart beat second. To hold your hands third. Look you in your eyes? Never. Not now. Not when I felt the way I did. But you, eager to feed the fire burning in our hearts, crossed that chasm. And, with you having come so far, I couldn't turn back. So I broke that space - Between silence and sound, between here and there, between eyes and lips...
I fell. And I fell hard.

Our dirty little secret, now in flames. I new this idea was sour the moment it spilled from her lips. "It'll liven things up," she said. "Put some spunk back in our lives." Right. Maybe Quasimodo was out to lunch, or I had set the alarms to sleep, but from the back it screamed 'Miriam', even if the knot in my stomach suggested otherwise. "Check. Make sure." What? So she can complain how after 20 years I can't recognize her from the back of a car? Heh. I did it. I unveiled my anatomy with a chic brazen enough to make Batman envious. A well-oiled knight with a breast plate made of the finest hair that Polish ancestry could buy.
"Well, Miriam. What do you think?"
..."Dad?!"

Kolby Garvis. Chiseled from the hardest diamond, tan like the Brazilian coast, bred from logic, he was perfect. Too perfect. He sat there, watching me intently. No smug expression, provocative gestures or wandering eyes. Intriuged? Maybe. For the wrong reasons of course. The rookies usually are.

{Walking down a high-school corridor. 1st period has let out.}

Popular Girl 1: "Can you believe what she has on? Who would dare leave their house like that?"

Popular Girl 2: "I swear, even savages are allowed an education."

{Football jock walks over to Lisa}

Jock: "Nice face, loser."

{Jock smacks Lisa's items to the floor}

????: Hey! Leave her alone!

Jock: Whoa Dave! Cool man. It's only Lisa. She needs the attention.

Dave: Back off before I attend to your face.

{Jock backs off}

Dave: I apologize for their behavior. Some people never grow up.

Lisa: Don't apologize. It's not like you care.

Dave: Why wouldn't I?

Lisa: Because I'm not beautiful.

Dave: ...But you are.

"Cut! Cut! Kolby! The hell are you doing? That's not your line!"

Kolby turns away, bashfully. A Freudian slip? A lapse of judgment? The poor boy doesn't know that he's one of many who've fallen head over heels for a puppet, a costume, a script. It's okay. He'll learn.

"Basketball!"
His face faded and vanished with each upward breath. The hot air against her nose helped combat the persistent gnaw of winter on her face. The cretin promised. On a rising sun, in a heat-less Prius, while soaring through cumulus on Delta's back he swore - He swore that they would go. Going back on your word is a crime punishable by death. Or sex deprivation. Which ever is less messy.
"Theatre!"
The reasons for his heart palpitations were sports and cats. She said he promised but they both know that her reaffirmation of past events is speculated at best. Spoken drama, singing, romance, sword fights - You could only go wrong if you couldn't go.
"Hey you two! I have tickets to a show tonight. 'Basketball: The Broadway Musical'. Interested?"
Disoriented by car mufflers and noisy locals, the two felt the words were hallucinated, sifted down from the windows above. The couple turned to the harbinger of what could possibly be the answer to their dilemma.
"We'll take them!"

Her first time. Her first time! I turned my head away from the verbal insults and emasculating comments. She was lucky. It was obvious that she had no idea what she was doing. Crumpling up in a dark corner with her gun at the floor, she turned a battle at war into hide and seek! It was mere child's play at best. But my excuses laid lifeless on their ears. As lifeless as my slain avatar.
"Someone's a little rusty."
"Rusty?"
Cocky, huh? I stood up, facing her with a stare most intent, my finger rising slowly from my side to rest level with her eyes.
My honor. My pride. My merit.
I must defend it.
"...You're mine."

"Haha! No worries, I see your point." I clasped my hands tightly against my mouth. Another joke from him and I'd have us both kicked out. I thought this would be interesting. He was the first person I felt comfortable experiencing this with. This world that, though foreign to him, was so familiar to me. The murmur of conversation, the gasps of glass upon glass, the subtle smells of heaven wafting in from the kitchen - This to me was normal. This was my life. And to think that there were events made for people to dine in a setting such as this. Pitch-black, no lights, no use of the ocular senses... If only the same thing could be done in reverse.
I jumped as I sensed a warm form find its way to my knee. I smiled to myself. "Desert isn't served 'til later." Over the hum of conversation I was able to audiate a low rumble, one that I learned to mistake for his laughter. "That's a shame, since it is desert that has caught my eye."

I gulped down the excess saliva that had seeped its way into my mouth. Wow. I knew for a fact that it wouldn't land on me. I mean, things like that only happen in movies. Or to people with interesting lives. Or to people that were not the offspring of highly respected baptist preachers. I couldn't say anything. I fiddled with paper from a lone toilet roll, and breathed in the fumes of stored chemicals. Not healthy by the way.
"So..."
Subject is initiating conversation. Does not compute.
God, of all days to not be socially awkward, today is the day. Maybe I should stretch out. Get comfortable. I stretched out only to break the uneasy silence with wood hitting tile floor. Damn brooms. They're the vehicle for all things evil.
"I... I'm new to this."
She stared at me. And I mean at me, not through me. I pulled my eyes from her to the floor. She mesmerized me. She stirred something inside of me. But why? Why her and not any of the five guys listening in with their ears pressed to the door?
"So am I."
Wait, what? I stared at her, surprised. Beautiful girls like her get approached all the time. Boys from school fling their worthless bodies at her feet on a consistent basis. How could she not be used to kissing?
"You've ... never kissed?"
She smiled, embarrassed.
"Well, yes. But I've never kissed another..."
My breathe caught in my chest and, for one second, my heart stopped. She was going to go through with it? A part of me lit up. A dim light inside that shouldn't be working. But it's on, and the heat is rising to the surface. I ...
No, I can't. Not if...
"Not if you don't want to. Don't do it."
She paused for a second. Long enough for me to curse my chivalrous ways.
"... I never said I didn't want to."
At that, all weight left my body. Her eyes stayed fixated on mine. Unwavering. And like a moth to light, I was pulled towards her. I inched closer, placing my hands on the tile as I lurched forward. She met me halfway, the browns of her hair encircling us both and, like sparks to wood, I was set on fire. My fingers found skin and before I knew it I had enough fire burning to waste a jungle. But she pulled away. Ripping our faces apart she looks down, her face a bright red.
She unlocks the door to the sound of fabric scurrying across the carpet. She closed the door behind her, and I stayed there.
I didn't follow.
I didn't follow because I was afraid to leave.
Because life in this room wouldn't change until I did.