He wound his arms around me, pulling me closer and my grin grew wider. Is that possible? I mean, it was, like, already taking up half my head. Or so it felt. I probably looked like such a freak. But who cares? Not me! I tried to hold back the laughter. I also failed, but whatever.

"What are you laughing at?" Alex asked me, chuckling uncertainly.

I tried to control myself for a moment, to no avail. I ended up screeching my answer. "Because I don't care!"

"Don't care?" Now he was confused. I just nodded, laughing so hard it was silent. I wished I could stop, but I couldn't. I could barely remember why exactly I was laughing so much. It wasn't that funny, was it?

"I don't care that I look weird." I managed to gasp between giggles. My sides hurt. And I was sitting on his knee. I was euphoric. "But I do care that your basically hugging me." I smiled at him, sniggering.

He half raised an eyebrow. "You don't look weird."

I was still grinning at Alex, revelling in our closeness. "I feel like I look weird. It's like my mouth is taking up half my head because I'm smiling so wide." He laughed, and I giggled with him, listening to the sound. Mmm, sexy Irish laugh...

I stopped laughing and just stared at him, cocking my head to the side. He was pretty. I mean... handsome? You know, that word. What's it? Silly brain. I chuckled once, but stopped again. My eyes were going wide as I watched him. I noticed me looking and also stopped. Staring, too.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him.

"What are you staring at?" He responded. We were still looking at eachother, but I rolled my eyes.

"I'm staring at you. Duh. But what are you staring at?" This could go on for a while.

He seemed tansfixed, his eyes wide. "Your eyes are really pretty." I couldn't think of a response. My mind had gone blank. Oh crap! What am I supposed to say to that?

"You... you have a great laugh. And all round accent, to be honest." I blinked, breaking the connection, and looked down at my hands, suddenly embarrassed. I felt him shake with laughter beneath me, and I glanced back up, smiling.

"Why are you laughing?" I queried.

"Why are you embarrassed?" He asked, avoiding my question.

I mumbled, "I'm not embarrassed." and glanced out the window. He could tell I was embarrassed. He prodded my cheek and grinned.

"Yeah, you are." I covered his hand with mine, holding it to my cheek. He was unusually warm, but I didn't care, just went back into staring into his eyes. And then Alex dissolved into laughter again... I dropped his hand, exasperated. "Why are you laughing now?"

"The XE!" He howled, still laughing. I felt some kind of irrational sadness.

"So it's just because of the drugs?"

He didn't seem to notice, still smiling. "Did you have any of the XE? They're great."

"No..." I frowned. "I just drank that dude's blood. Tasted nice." I remembered the junkie again, smiling. "Wait..." I bactracked. "What's XE anyway? Is that even a real thing?"

"I don't know. I was already high by the time he was talking about it. Sounds like that's what he called it. They're smileys." And this made sense... how? I shrugged it off.

"Smileys. Huh. No wonder you're smiling." I rolled my eyes.

"Want one?" He offered. "I took a load of stuff when you killed him." I cringed away from the words; 'you killed him'. I had, and couldn't get away from that. But still. Does he have to be so crude?

"Umm... Sure!" I tried to sound enthusiastic, and he pulled out a little bag, tipping a round pill into my hand. I held it between my fore-finger and thumb, examining it in the light. "I changed my mind. I feel a bit sick." Dropping the pill into his hand, I focused on taking deep breaths.

"Oh." He popped the smiley into his mouth.

"Alex!" I cried, almost involuntarily.


I wobbled, deciding it didn't matter that he'd just rammed another pill into his gob. "I think I'm going to hurl."

He started pushing at me weakly. "Argh! Get off me. Don't puke anywhere near me!" I stood up, lurching to the tiny toilet by the emergency exit. I stumbled down the stairs, half leaping them and crashed into the tiny room. He sensed him behind me. "You...okay?" He was uncomfortable.

"Mhm." I mumbled an answer as I puked violently into the toilet bowl. Any human would get creeped out by the fact that I was vomiting blood, but it wasn't mine, so it was okay. Or not... I guess. Depends on how you look at it.

"Lovely." he muttered, hanging back.

"Go away." I mumbled weakly, kneeling on the floor.

He climbed back up the stairs and flopped onto a seat nearby. "Urgh. I don't feel so smiley anymore myself." I hurled again in response.

The End

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