*// &. ┋Beautiful Catastrophe

“A date?” he asked, brows furrowing at the thought. It seemed rather bizarre, to go out on a date after everything they’d been through. As if they were going backwards. “Okay. Sure.”

Juliet shrugged, gnawing on her bottom lip, “I mean if it sounds lame we don’t have to it’s just...We’ve never really been on one before. Sure we’ve gone out drinking and fucked in the bathroom but...I don’t know.”

“It’s all a bit fucked up. But it’s nothing I haven’t seen before and probably will see it again, considering not a day goes by that I don’t think about doing the exact same thing.”

Instead of commenting she gnaws on her lip for a moment before grabbing Salem’s hand and grinning, “You know what we should do? Go on a date. Like a normal fucking date. Not to a strip club but like dinner or some shit. Just you and me. Maybe we can escape this craziness for a night.”

“Least I could do. Just don’t make a habit out of it, alright? It’s not exactly the kind of life I want to have…”

“Hopefully I don’t have more Dad’s out in the world who want me dead.” She teases trying to lighten the mood, resting her head on Salem’s shoulder, “It’s not the life I wanna live either.”

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for such a feeble frame, caleb didn’t waver when the woman relaxed her weight onto his shoulder– she barely had any of it anyway. socially unacceptable was an accurate phrase to describe a lot of caleb’s dealings. a lot of juliet’s dealings. a lot of their collective dealings. some juliet had yet to even be aware of. that was fine, caleb wasn’t one to paint the town with his face and write the article too. town gossips took care of that on their own. had he had the mind to wonder, he was sure he wouldn’t have picked himself as a subject of the water cooler whisperings. there was nothing so great about the skinny boy who made canvases for other people’s photography and zoned out on cracks in the wall more than his television set. grainy and static filled still. he wouldn’t be getting it fixed. “make eye contact.” he told her, ignoring her previous quips and skipping straight to the only advice he had.

Once upon a time these two were toxically in love in a very unorthodox sense. Everything about their relationship was out of the norm, the only time “I love you” left their lips were after their minds were hazy from a drugged state of being or Caleb would whisper it in his sleep while Juliet was tangled up in his limp and pale arms. No one understood their relationship, past and present and most of the time, the two young adults didn’t understand it themselves but in an odd way it worked for them. They both thrived off of dysfunction so it was only natural that they thrived off of each other’s. Many found Juliet to be unnerving and many more found Caleb to me even more unnerving but surprisingly, the now blonde, frail girl felt at ease and completely comfortable in his presence. Her body naturally meshed with his, comforted by the fact that he very rarely wanted sex from her, normally she was actually the one who instigated it. It was quite refreshing and that was one of the reasons why she was first drawn to him. With her head still on her shoulder, she lifts her head, her chin resting upon his bone as she crinkles her nose against his neck, “Am I going on a job interview or giving a blow job?” Juliet muses before playfully licking his cheek, hoping to get some sort of reaction from the vacant boy. It was her favorite game to play after all though she rarely won.

“Do you really think you need to be doing that shit right now? With everything going on?”

“Is there a right way to handle this shit with everything going on? Gotta distract myself somehow. By the way...Thanks. For being there for me when I needed you.”

well that was progress. or at least, caleb imagined, what most would deem it to be. he kept quiet on that front as his knowledge was limited– both of the employment field and the new blonde’s history in the matter. had she waitressed? he could see it. no, something to do with cars maybe… yeah, that sounded more familiar. eithr way, no further thought was put into it as two single steps had sufficiently rotated the 20 year old to juliet’s aid. he caught the breath of not so fresh air like it were straight from the swiss alps, allowing the carcinogens within to fuck the daylights out of his respiratory system. was that good for you too? “you don’t have to try for me.” was his first reply as his gentle fingers moved for the zipper, tugging it with ease before setting the tab down on the nape of her neck. she should be trying for herself.

Juliet had a job interview with being an escort. Who would have thought being a sophisticated prostitute would require an interview? Unfortunately, it did and seeing as she had men who were after her due to her father’s debt, she didn’t have much of an option. She merely shrugged at his response, “You’re my family. Of course I’m going to try for you.” And with that she dismissed it, knowing there was no argument. How much did Juliet owe Caleb in drug money? How much did she owe him for bringing her the gun that ultimately killed her father? How much did she owe him for distracting her from the shitty hell hole that was life? Whether they wanted to admit it or not, the two were partners in crime essentially. A sigh escapes her lips as he zips her up, taking a moment to acknowledge his close comforting distance as she leans her head back and rests it upon his shoulder, “Going to a job interview high would be socially unacceptable, right?” Though they both knew she was merely talking to herself, “Thanks, Cal.”

cigarette ash tipped into the ash tray as the blonde briefly wavered his gaze from the open window on a freshly polluted city. town. was there a definitive difference? watching for a moment, he replied: “second one.”

She gave a well perfected roll of her eyes just for Caleb as she tugged at her dress, hauling back toward him, “Well lucky for you, you can stand there like an idiot and zip me the fuck up.” Juliet grabbed his cigarette from his fingers, putting it between her own lips as she inhales, “I gotta job interview okay?” The smoke exhaling with her clouded words, “And though you won’t admit it verbally, I know you don’t want me selling drugs or doing pornos so come on. Help me the fuck out.” The blonde pleads before placing the cigarette perfectly between his lips, placing her hands on his knees as she stares at him, green hues staring into his distant blue hues, “I’m probably fucked for life anyways...but I gotta keep trying...for Gracie. And for you.” She adds, hoping the last part takes him by surprise.