I woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning from another nightmare. I guess having a peaceful night before was too much to ask of my poor heroin deprived mind. Don't get me wrong, I hadn't given up drugs, not in the slightest. But I had cut down pretty dramatically. I'm not ashamed to admit that Kyle's the only reason I bothered.
Either way, there was an itch that just had to be scratched, and it had to be scratched soon or I'd probably tear my hair out or something. So I shot up in the bathroom, just enough too numb the pain, and make the images in my head retreat back into the darkness they'd spewed from in my sleep. In my narcotic fuelled happiness, I pulled out this cute little halter neck dress I'd picked up at Hot Topic, ignoring the burning pain in my back as I tugged it on over my head. I admired it for a moment in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe before looking for a pair of those fancy tights - you know the ones. The ones that are more there as a decoration to compliment the outfit than to keep your legs warm. Slipping into a pair of black pumps to finish off the look, I smiled at myself, combing back my hair with my fingers, vaguely wondering if I could be bothered to do it up.
Since I'd probably have a shower and hide the clothes away again before Kyle woke up, I didn't see any point and fixed myself a cup of coffee, settling down to watch whatever was on TV.
At some point, though, I must've fallen asleep where I was on the couch, because the next thing I knew, Kyle was kissing my forehead. I groaned, smushing my face into the sofa cushion. He knelt down next to me, his fingers tangling in my hair. I could still feel the heroin pumping through my veins. The reason I was lying face down on the sofa with a dress on and my back aching didn't matter. It might do later, but right then, nothing really mattered.
"Nightmares again?" I sort of hummed in agreement, nodding a little, and he kept on playing with my hair. It felt nice. I closed my eyes and let myself just drift off, enjoying it for a bit. After a while, I felt my somehow insatiable need to be hugged kicking back in, and I kind of slid off the sofa, dripping into Kyle's lap with my arms around him and my head on his chest. He hugged back, pressing his lips to the top of my head in that comforting way of his.
"Are we going on our adventure today?" I mumble, not entirely sure if I actually said it out loud or not until he replied. Mind you, that could've been in my head too.
"That sounds like fun. Can I come?"
"You were coming anyway, silly," he laughed. I don't think I've ever heard a more beautiful sound than how his laugh sounded to me right then.
"Oh," I smiled kind of lazily, my lips not really working with me properly, but he smiled back anyways, apparently understanding what I was trying to make my face do. "Can you make me waffles? I like waffles. Do you like waffles?" He nods and gets up, going into the kitchen to make waffles. I sat leaning against the sofa, sort of prodding my belly.
"I'm gonna get fat if I keep eating waffles. But that's okay, 'cause then I'll have a better excuse to throw out all these clothes," I said, sort of plucking at the dress I didn't really remember putting on when Kyle came back with my waffles.
"You don't have to throw them out if you don't want," he told me, handing me the plate. I drowned them in chocolate sauce, digging in.
"But I do," I said through a mouthful, "'cause you dun like ‘em."
"We're going round in circles," he laughed slightly. "If it makes you happy then I'll just have to get used to it."
"But how's it s'posed to make me happy if it doesn't make you happy? I don't like you not being happy," I gave him the wide, confused eyes, hoping that somehow I'd understand his logic in spite of the haze in my mind. He shrugged.
"I'm sure I'd get used to it."
Thinking about it all was beginning to make my head hurt, so I turned my attention back to the waffles on my plate, trying to decide if I was actually hungry or if I'd just impulsively told him I wanted waffles for no reason at all. It didn't really matter either way, I still ate them. Kyle just sat and watched whatever I'd been watching when I fell asleep. We both stayed how we were, him watching TV and playing with my hair, and me sitting on the floor, waiting to sober up enough to be able to function as a normal human being again.
The first function of a normal human being that I regained was the ability to be embarrassed. I realised what I was wearing and some part of my brain freaked out, telling me I was gonna earn myself another yelling from Kyle, no matter how much he said it was fine. I mumbled something to him about having a shower and scuttled off, finding some clean boxers and got in the shower.
I think the shower hurt my back worse than getting the tattoo itself did, if I'm honest. I turned the temperature down, but it didn't make it feel any better at all.
When I was done, I wrapped the towel around myself carefully, making sure it dropped a little at the back so it didn't hit the tattoo so bad. I put away the dress and tights, pulling on a pair of jeans. I decided to skip the t-shirt part given how much my back was beginning to hurt, and made sure that Kyle knew about it as I whined.
"Want me to put some more of that cream on?" he offered.
"Pwease," I flashed him the puppy eyes and he obliged. I thanked him, kind of feeling like a puppy that just got a treat for being good, and offer to rub the cream stuff into his tattoos too.
"Thanks," he said, and I smiled, being as gentle as I could. He hummed as we shared a kiss and I smiled.
As soon as I'd filled up the gas tank and we'd checked again that we had everything, we were ready to go. The driving part was not like in the movies. There was no soundtrack to our journey, and said journey was not compressed down into a few seconds of screen time. After a couple hours of flicking through radio stations and arguing - in a mostly friendly manner - over what to listen to, I was getting kinda bored, and needed to pee and get a coffee and smoke something. I pulled over in the next town we came to, jumping out and going in search of a diner.
Which was when I hear funfair music.
Being the big kid I am, I nearly totally forgot about my need to pee or smoke, and I suddenly didn't need a coffee to wake me up, either. Can you blame me? It was a funfair.
"Rayn, go pee," Kyle told me, rolling his eyes a little. Just because I'd been griping about needing to go for the last hour or so...
"But, but, but... funfair!" I bounced circles around him excitedly, making it pretty clear I wanted to go.
"We can go to the funfair once you've had a piss," he laughed, and I let out that kind of happy-excited noise kids make when they get their own way before dashing inside and taking a leak. Needless to say, I was super speedy about it, and practically ran back over to Kyle where he was waiting for me. Okay, so I did run. He offered my hand, probably so I didn't run off towards the fair without him, but I took it anyway, still sort of bouncing around like a hyperactive child.
Needless to say once we got there, I wanted to play pretty much every game they had going. Kyle went along with it, and I was too entertained to care if he was doing it to humour me or because he was enjoying himself as well. Every time I failed at one of the games, he'd kiss my nose or forehead or cheek and I'd sulk for about two seconds until I saw something else I wanted to do.
I did end up winning a few things, though, and I gave one or two of my prizes to Kyle, and bought him some cotton candy. His eyes lit up and he fed me some of the candy, making me giggle. After we'd finished the candy off, we went on as many of the rides as we could before Kyle started getting all sleepy. I smiled at him and figured we should head back to the car. I sort of led him back and he got into the back of the car, starting to fall asleep while I drove.
I couldn't get the grin off my face til I got us into a motel and fell asleep.