Our Type of Kissing

Chris’s POV

“Pretty bad, it’s for a girl, alright?” the man sized me up. “I had a girl once

trust me, they don’t last that long, save your time kid, and go pack a quick

stop insteada tryna please them in the long run.” “You don’t understand!” I

groaned “This one’s not like that, now please, I’m a paying customer! I’ll tip

you, what do you want?!” “what do I want, lets see…” the man stepped back

in the “thinking” pose, you know, one hand at the chin the other at the

elbow? “I want to be home in my Lazboy with a nice sirloin steak, and a

flatscreen. A beautiful blon on my left, and a spicy readhead on my right.”

She smirks and elbows me. “Life ain’t fair kid.” “C’MON! PLEASE!” He turns

around, startled by my screaming at him. He shuffles his feet a bit. Before

looking at me. “Nice watch kid. Worth much?”

Kaley’s POV

My hand’s shaking. C’mon! I prompt myself. You’ve done this a million times

before! A bead of sweat forms on my forehead as I hold the knife over my

wrist. I keep thinking of Chris’s face, and how he looked at me. It’s for the

best! I scream at myself in my head, but I don’t want a sloppy job, so I grab

at the pills, cutting to the chase. Screw the poetry!!