we can send this bitch up

"No, I’m Juliet Amelie Geroux. You’re AT."

"King AT, don't forget the King."

           Rebekah didn’t even know she wanted that relationship with Auggie, never in a million years she thought it be possible. But part of her simply just doesn’t want to admit it, to protect her own pride. Crossing her arms, at first she said nothing, but then she just gave in, “No, you were never just that, Auggie, surprisingly, I enjoy your presence. As a friend and as a— well, you know the world,” She shrugged, turning her attention back at the male, “That’s a very good question that I don’t know the answer too. I just want you all to myself, I don’t want another girl in the picture. I want you to look at me as if I’m the only girl you ever want, seeing you with someone else just makes it seem like you don’t care, I will not be treated like some backwash side slut. I’m always the first— and only.”

      Auggie started to laugh but quickly sobered up, Rebekah was unpredictable when she got into one of her moods and he didn't want to die. "So you're saying you want the perks of being my girl -- my only girl without the title of girlfriend? Correct me if I'm wrong but I know I'm not."

“Amelie.”

"Hella fancy, I don't have a middle name. So you're Stacy Juliet Amelie."

“Everyone has flaws. If you’re not going to call me Juliet for whatever reason, please at least call me by my middle name.”

"What's your middle name then?"

She huffs and curls up tighter under the blankets, shivering and snuggling up as close as she can get. “You are not helping by laughing at me,” Vegas pouts, frowning at him. “And I’m still really cold. And this sucks. I should probably take something,” she groans pathetically, “Medicine, or something. Have you got anything?”

"Some drugs might help you, yes. Or do you want some of my spiked tea? It'll help and you liked it before, I probably have some cold stuff around here, I mix it with my soda sometimes, Lil Wayne taught me. Gotta have some sizzurp to start the day," he crawls up the bed. "I'd totally cuddle you but I don't want to get sick..." More laughter.

"But did you ever think that may be your tragic flaw?"

"Stacy don't make me laugh; I don't have any flaws."

           Growling, Rebekah wanted to strangle him, anything that would release her anger towards the male. But she couldn’t find the energy to do so, and for once, she practically gave in, “I don’t know why I’m standing here, I just am. I’ll admit it, I like being around you. You’re funny, and stupid at times, but you’re the first person that I actually don’t mind being around with, maybe I’m pissed that you don’t want me as much as you say you do, maybe I’m fucking jealous. I don’t know, I’m battling the urge to either kill you or just give up,” She spoke softly, turning away as if she was about to pull up the white flag, “Whatever, you do what you want with your life, I’m not going to control it or tell you who to be with— just know that you’ll never find someone like me in those girls, never.”

"Why are you talking when I'm trying to seduce you?" Auggie rolled his eyes and took a step back. Time to regroup, he didn't fuck around with her for emotionally honest conversations but fine, the ball was at a toss up and he didn't know who's court it was in now. Exhaling through his nose, Auggie stood at his full height and rubbed his face tiredly. "I like being around you too, Bekah -- a lot. I didn't think you wanted that type of thing from me though? I was just blood to drink and a live action dildo -- which was fine with me but do you want more or something?" 

"I told you, I write everything down. I won’t tell, but isn’t it exhausting to be mean all the time?"

"It's like breathing so... no. I'm not even mean? I just say whatever I want and most of the time no one likes it, not my fault they can't handle the truth."