take it and leave [o]

The night was chilly but he barely felt much of it, moving around in thick layers as he snapped a picture here and there for an assignment. If there was one thing the city offered besides a booming music industry, it was the architecture. In some places it was so varied and so different. He was particularly draw to the juxtaposing new and old neighborhoods around the area. Heath, having put off going out for photos, had decided to take a detour to capture some images for class. It had been going swell really.

Some of the lightning was off in certain images but overall he was getting what his professor had asked and he was that much closer to going home and checking on his favorite cacti. Jean Jr and Otis were flowering quite nicely. Soon he’d be able to create a wonderful still life with them. Hopefully it didn’t snow or anything on the way back or else he’d have to spend more time outside taking pictures of the fucking snow. Lord knows that would’ve been a massive pain in the ass.

Heath lowered his camera from his face letting the object dangle from his neck. “Good enough.” He said to himself before making a break for the way that would lead him home. However, fate would not let him go home in peace to see his baby cacti. Oh no, the fucking universe had other plans for him tonight. Out of nowhere he came upon a figure on the empty street. No that he was scared of street people no, but it was the voice that scared him. The familiar, eerie female voice that turned the blood in his veins to ice. He stiffened, tense at the possibility of what lay before him and praying to every deity in existence to save him from this.

Scared as he was, he felt like he needed to stand his ground. He would walk past this stranger and tell the universe to go fuck itself. He did want he wanted and no one could stop him. “Don’t flatter yourself, kid.” He said, intent on getting the girl to shut up. He didn’t care if it was familiar or not the way she spot only angered him and he felt the ever growing need to attack. Clenching his fists, he only came closer to her bracing himself. “How’d you guess it was revenge?” he snapped ready to face his destiny head on. Oh yes, how he would loved to fight this person just to get them to stop talking. Just like all those years ago. He was in denial. Convinced, that this was just someone as wretched as the person he remembered. “Turn around already you babbling midget!” Heath warned, glaring. Heart racing, forehead sweating. This was it, fight or flight and Heath would be damned if he didn’t put a fight.

His heart practically stopped for a moment. He felt it stop. He knew it HAD stopped and then started up again. The shock registered briefly on his face before slowly morphing back into a tired scowl. He immediately jumped back the minute Carynn’s bright eyes were set on him, the pleasure of his shit talking evident. He was startled as she managed to grab his shirt, attempting to rough him up a little no doubt. He let out a groan before attempting to push the girl away. “Shittier than a latrine. Unhand me squirt.” He demanded eager to get away from this situation. It was unnerving having such a person is close proximity. Her face so close to his was revolting and his body couldn’t help but give a violent shudder as he tried to step away.

Heath grimaced, unnerved at how quickly she switched from insulting him to begging for punishment. He trembled slightly unable to ever really do what she asked for, usually because it had the uncanny ability to turn her on and frankly he wanted to avoid that at all costs. It was just gross. “Please stop.” He begged weakly. “Why don’t you find an abusive boyfriend or something?” he stated before quickly clamping a hand on his mouth shut. As much disdain as he had for the girl he didn’t want her dead! However he could really get behind the idea of her not ever having children. “May your uterus be dyer than the Sahara Desert.” He stated melodramatically.

“No! That sounds just like marriage! Willful slavery! No I won’t do it. And you- stay away from kids!” he replied flustered as all hell. “What the hell are you doing out here so late anyway Carynn? Shouldn’t you be trying to picklock a C lister’s apartment or something?” he added, praying to the gods that she would stop being so fucking WEIRD for like 2 seconds. Was that so hard to ask? Could he not just have a normal conversation with the girl EVER?

The blond shook his head quickly trying to move the conversation along. “The only one that gets turned on is you Carynn. Stop dragging me into your weird master/servant kink fantasies.” He replied, voice lowering and light pink dusting his cheeks in embarrassment. Of all the things he could discuss on the street this was the LAST thing he wanted to talk about. He bristled about to defend himself from his actions all those year ago before going slack jawed in slight bewilderment. “B-bunny boy? What the hell is that supposed to me?!” he demanded, shooting her a small glare for criticizing his sexual activities or rather a lack thereof. But honestly, who could stand him enough to go through with such an act? No one. And he kind of liked it that way. He was too concerned over his work and his plants to bother with that kind of thing anyway. So high school.

He frowned once more, allowing himself to be insultd once more by the smaller girl. He glanced to the side unwilling to meet her eyes and she spoke. “No…” he relented, unable to remember a time he had ever thanked Carynn for turning him into a low class thief. For her it had been more about the thrill and the need for a strong arm, at least that was the work he was forced to do when he came along, which was all the time. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Thank you for paying my college tuition.” He said flatly. “Now you can’t call me ungrateful.” Heath added with a huff. Sometimes he really dd want to stop being friends. He was rather vocal about how much he disliked her strange kinks and didn’t enjoy being taunted into going along with them. Still, he had stuck with her for all these years already. What good would it do to break it all off now. Sure, he had tried avoiding her earlier on but ifit hadn’t been him it could ave definitely been something worse.

He felt a small sense of guilt and responsibility when it came to Carynn, as she seemed to have no sense of self-preservation most of the time. “Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth ya shithead.” He returned gruffly. “I’ve known you long enough that even I care about your safety, from time to time.” The blonde replied his voice dropping in volume once again. “And For your information, I’m going home. I just finished a photography assignment.” He explained. “It’s for school. You know, the thing you dropped out of.” The student continued before grimacing at the second nickname. “You know, I liked bunny boy a lot more than Daddy. ”