#pippa.

‘  espera  ——  ’ diestra se extendió en dirección opuesta, buscando detener su andar. accionar fue seguido por el alzar de la zurda, posicionándose índice contra propios labios para pedir por silencio. ‘  ¿qué es... eso?  ’ la voz le falló al crear contacto visual con las criaturas, tragándose el horror que verles le generó. dubitativa dio un paso en retroceso, agregando uno más cuando la idea de marcharse apareció; sin embargo, el crujir de las ramas pareció advertir a los animales, viéndoles abalanzarse hacia elles. ‘  ¡corre!  ’

pippa plopped down beside the other, letting out a yawn.’’i seriously regret getting therapy this early in the morning, it didn’t give me enough time to get a date set up for us.’’ she spoke, lips forming into a pout.

a sister is both your mirror and your opposite 

          yes , he’s followed them . any shame gone with the last dregs of the emptied beer he still holds by it’s neck , cursing under his breath as bare ankles brush past the thistles in the dark . he can’t see shit , canopied by trees that only allows slivers of moonlight through , so he’s thankful when they veer off what’s considered a path to those native to the town . with no man-made markers , it’s a process of trial and error in childhood that earns expertise in young adulthood ( eugh ) . they’re about to sit on the tops of recently slaughtered trees when he calls out to them .  ❛   what are you guys doing ?   ❜

          “ Alright, here’s one for you... Fuck, marry, kill... Mr Estrada, Mr Toles, and that creepy janitor who spends a few seconds too long cleaning when he’s near the locker rooms. ”

terminar en ese lugar no fue algo que planeó. fue una herida en su rodilla lo que la había llevado a buscar el puesto de enfermería, adentrándose en el mismo para hallarlo en completa soledad. le tomó un par de minutos comprender su funcionamiento, un par más acostumbrarse a eso que burbujeó en su estómago. no fue el aroma lo que resaltó una familiaridad casi abrasadora, sino el pesado silencio que se marcó antes de sentir presencia ajena. se giró hacia la puerta para recibirle con una sonrisa, sosteniendo un paquete de banditas en su mano. ‘  tengo una mala y una buena noticia.  ’ sentenció. ‘  pero primero quiero saber, ¿te encuentras bien?  ’

          WHAT THE FUCK SORT OF COMMUNAL LIVING, hippie bullshit is having a picnic bench in the middle of a cafe meant to do for anyone except make him want to blow his brains out ? but here he is, welcoming fall with a hot chocolate and the rising urge to become another teen suicide statistic. he watches on with disgust, as actual strangers talk to each other, inching himself closer and closer towards the edge of the bench, physically repulsed by the sight. so when pippa takes the last free seat across him, he’s met with a semblance of relief. even though he doesn’t like her, at least he knows her, and the pressure to join whatever anti stranger danger campaign they’re promoting is off. ‘   you know in high school. in the boy’s washroom, someone wrote in sharpie that you’re a hussy. no one even says that anymore. i don’t know why they didn’t just say slut.   ’

blame it on the alcohol, but pippa did not know how they went to belting out carly simon's greatest hits to being barely inches away from each other. whatever spotify chose to play next, pippa hardly paid attention to it. tough thing to do when there were more pressing matters at hand, like how good the other's perfume smelled. or how inviting their lips looked.