Page 26 of SummerTime Madness
That’s my job.
To make sure they don’t forget to live while they are busy destroying each other.
If only they’d realize that they will work betterwitheach other.
“Sucks that the blackmail didn’t work.”
I close the distance with Tate, careful not to be too touchy; he didn’t need my affection. Right now, he needs a friend. Smacking his shoulder, I add, “She wanted to be here. With us.”
Tate exhales his smoke in my face.
“She played us.”
“Well yeah, but that’s Cordelia.”
He takes another inhale before he places the joint between my lips, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip, then pulling it down. I taste the soil from the garden, the marijuana.
“You’d look much better with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” He leans in, exhaling the smoke intomy lips. “I don’t want to talk, not right now. I need to bleed a little before I can close it up.”
Once again, his ego and his pride are torn to pieces by the one he loves the most. And that’s why the hate wins–keeping them apart. But there’s no talking to people who love so strangely... So detached from their own hearts because logic wins.
We smoke in silence before Tate quickly storms out of the greenhouse. As always the heart is put to the side. Sometimes, I wonder if I could just detach myself from them…
I cling to them like a parasite leaching their nutrients …
Crave...
Sometimes. I wonder if they would ever leave me behind. I don’t offer much besides some really good sex, listening, and fun. Still, I wonder when will it stop being fun? When will they grow out of their rivalry?
Who am I kidding?
I want it to continue because at least then I remain relevant and am still wedged between the storms… weathering it. I’m their glue, and I will do everything and anything to keep this moment going. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, I read the notification.
SUBJECT: LUXOR LAB– Project Queen B
Expansion Approved.
“Funding authorized for Music Festival Luna Island.”
The confirmation from Elias with the tickets attached to the email.
Gently, I tap the phone on my forehead, taking a deep breath in because this trip will make us or break us. But there’s nothing like a drug-fueled trip to get them moving out of this stagnant energy. Letting out a breath, I run my hand over my hair. Cordelia isn’t fond of drugs, but I still made sure to secure the party favor.
DUST.
The drug will induce a hive mind mentality. Maybe, while under the influence of it, we can connect like before–they can finally stop the war. I can finally belong to them.
For once we just vibe–one of the reasons I picked to go here, and I guess I outsmarted everyone because they both agreed. The easy part is over but the hard part will be on the ferry. I will have to become a snake in order to help them both.
After all love doesn’t come without sacrifice. Something I know all too well.
Chapter Seven
Ferry Ferry Little Snake
Tate
One week later…
