rhythm and blues

So I was sitting around and craving some ice cream, you know, the usual. This time, though, I decided to actually get up and go buy some. I get to the store, and the grocery guy tells me they ran out of Half Baked. Now here I am with plain old chocolate chip cookie dough and wondering what alcohol to use to drown these sorrows. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.

You're kidding, Lex. Why would you even consider buying any other ice cream besides Half Baked? I'm offended. But, I heard Jack Daniels washes down ice cream quite well.

“Then you can’t be any Picasso,” Alexa shook her head, strands of her long hair slipping from behind her ears and falling across her features, “I need you to be alive and sitting with me.” The girl’s face flushed, matching the chipped polish of her nails. “Thank you, baby,” she muttered, twisting the pendant laying on her neck. “You look handsome. Except you look hot everyday, so that’s an unfair advantage.” Alexa noted all of the girls in the house, sprawled out and seeming to mind their own business. It wasn’t too long ago that Alexa got scolded on behalf of both of them for ‘an aggressive amount of PDA’. Of course, it was because they were both half naked and nearing third base when one of the new girls walked into the kitchen, but since then Alexa had promised to try to be a bit more secretive. Because of this, she leaned against the counter instead of moving closer to Phoenix. The blush rose to her cheeks once again as Phoenix said she was the one he thought of, no matter how many compliments he gave her – the affect they had was always the same. “I can do that,” Alexa replied after a beat. “I can tell you a story about my day. I was walking back into my room after showering this morning, still half asleep and groggy – remind me to go to bed early sometime? It was hell this morning – when this guy was just sitting on my bed,” Alexa began her story, mindlessly tapping her hands on the counter. “Now obviously, I was surprised. A guy on my bed other than you and occasionally our other friends, not what you expect to see in first thing in the morning. I screamed, thankfully didn’t drop my towel. The guy realizes he’s in the wrong room, springs up faster than I’ve ever seen anything do so before, and bolts out of there muttering an apology,” Alexa paused and gave Phoenix a small smile. “Then, this is the weirdest part, in my morning class, guess who was sitting two rows behind me to the right and to the left some? That guy! We live in a small world, Miller,” Alexa finally finished, her fingers still tapping along the table. She wanted to reach out and grab his hand, though she thought better of it when she saw the camera already placed in them.

Papers were scattered across the kitchen table, the sunlight reflecting off of the various notes and essays to send a harsh glare back into Alexa’s dark orbs. The project was due by the end of the week and she was trying to, at least to a certain extent, get it done before the day prior. However when she got the message from Phoenix asking to come over, she happily obliged. It wasn’t long after did she hear the knocks from the door; although most of the girls were in their rooms or out, Alexa still jogged to the door. “Hi,” she sang as she pulled the large door open. As soon as she saw the dimpled boy, her lips falling into a large grin. No matter how long she sees him – which is the majority of most of her days since the two started dating – Phoenix always managed to put a smile on her face with just his presence. “What’s with the camera?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.  “Who are you? Picasso?” The small girl grabbed onto his free hand and tugged him into the house, although she could never move him without his willingness, she still tugs on his hand as if it would make a difference. She lifted herself as high as she could go on her tiptoes, tugging Phoenix down the rest of the length, and tenderly placed a kiss on his cheek. “A proper hello,” she spoke gently, her voice barely strong enough to be heard, accompanied with a light laugh. “Now,” she began as she fell back to the heels of her feet, “what is this thing that you so desperately needed my help for?”

Phoenix quirked an eyebrow at her only for the expression to be replaced with a smile. “What’s with the camera?” he asked, somewhat confused. “Where’ve you been, babe? I haven’t stopped carrying this thing around since January.” he spoke quietly just so Alexa could hear him, recalling the beginning of the semester. His green eyes scanned the room, the sorority being mostly empty. There were a few girls sat in the living room, their eyes lingering on him, but other than that there was no one to be found. Usually he found Tori attached to Alexa at the hip, so her absence was strange. “I wish I was Picasso,” Phoenix quipped, taking her hands into his and stepping back to get a better look at his girlfriend. “but then I would be dead and... you look gorgeous today, babe. Not that you don’t every day, but...” he stopped himself from speaking, setting his camera and his bag down on the kitchen table. “I have to take pictures of people for my photography project and you’re the only person I could think of to that I wanted to take pictures of.” he shrugged, as though it was the most simple idea anyone had ever thought up. “So, just do stuff. Pretend I’m not here or just talk to me or...” Phoenix trailed off, clicking on the camera and snapping a picture of the small girl in front of him. He looked at the screen and smiled. “God damn, you’re beautiful.”

Really? You’re gonna love my family, if you’re not allergic to dogs that is. Y’know, we don’t need to go over this again and again because it’s not real, it never happened, and Oliver even said so.

If you have cats, I won't be in attendance. Fucking little shits are so terrifying. Fine, fine, whatever. I won't ruin your Christmas with the truth. 

I appreciate it, pal, but I honestly think I’d rather stay here and watch Christmas movies or something. Feel free to go spend the rest of the day with Alexa, though, and I’ll live through you vicariously.

I'll watch them with you, then. Alexa is at her mom's right now. But, it's your birthday, so I'd stick around with you regardless. I mean, I've gotta be there for the man who feeds me, right? 

Why? My family loves everyone that I love because I’m their pride and joy, and I obviously love you. Also, kindly shut your fucking whore mouth, you dirty liar.

Well in that case, I look forward to spending next Christmas with you and your family. Really? Do you not remember? I don't know how many times we're gonna have to go over this, Mellie. It was your face and Oli's face and they were mushed together... really hot, actually. 

Psh, it’s okay. I wasn’t planning on going home anyway, so I’m just glad you’re back. On the bright side, though, I think I’ve made enough food to feed Tallahassee for the next twenty years.. or for fifteen minutes next time you and Oli get the munchies after a session with Lucie.

Listen, I don't think you understand how grateful Oliver and I are for your food supply, Emmit. The next few hits off of Lucie are gonna be celebratory ones for finishing another semester and all, so we're going to eat it all within ten minutes and I'm willing to bet on that. I wish you would've done something other than bake on your twentieth birthday, though... we ought to get you laid or something, man. 

Well, then don’t go over there. You can come with me next year and you can have a good mean with people that actually like you… Or go to Alexa’s! Then you can go dry hump on her bed or whatever you two do. If I knew where Jack was, I’d tear him a new asshole because he’s almost all I heard about today, but that makes sense. Wait, really? We’re not really gonna do that, I might die. We can get Taco Bell, though.

Something tells me that your family would hate me, but I'll sit on the offer. I wouldn't dry hump Alexa under any circumstances. That's some pussy shit. Yes, I was being serious. You won't die from getting high, Amelia. Do you not remember the last time you got baked and tongue fucked Oliver in a tent?