Sluts in Love

I find her in her room and it's freezing. It's unnaturally cold for May and it's freezing. It's pretty shitty of me but the first thing I think is wow, you can't even see her creepy eyes when they're closed.

She's clutching a sheet of paper between two hands that are crossed at her chest. I pry them from cold stiff hands and begin to read.

Paris, loopy cursive reads. If you haven't guessed by now, I finished off the last bit of your meds and drowned them all with some cough syrup and wine. I look at her again. Poor bitch. Poor dumb slut. Could you do this last thing for me, darling? Could you just flip the paper over? I turn the paper over and written in red marker is What color are my eyes, Paris?

I bring my hands down to look again. Open eyes blink once. I nearly shit myself and jump a foot in the air at least. "Fucking Christ," I shout. My heart is pounding against my chest. What an asshole. "What the fuck's your problem?"

"Sometimes, Paris," she sits up and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "It's nice to be reminded you're loved. You know?" She stares at me neither smiling or frowning. Just that Juliet look I'm so damn accustomed to.

My breathing and heart back to normal I sit next to her. "I certainly don't love you. Can't think of anyone who does. Especially not now."

"I haven't a clue of what you mean," she says softly and exams some split ends. Knowing her, she has a ton of them. "Dylan's swinging by later. It may not be love, but I'm fairly certain he likes me enough."

I grimace at that. I may hate his fucking guts but I'll get back to that douche later. "Whatever. What's this shit going around that I'm hearing? You're like, Gossip Girl all of a sudden or something?"

She lets out a sharp "ha!" "Oh, Paris," she slaps my thigh. "You haven't made me laugh like that since last November. The seventeenth, if I remember correctly," and she winks like this is some private joke.

"Don't do that. It's weird."

"So I was just thinking about how you haven't been over in a while- three weeks and two days, actually- and I decide you were past due. So I wrote a little note this morning on a whim, just layed down for a while, and here you were! It was fun, actually. Like a little game to see how long I could stay still. Four hours, sixteen minutes, and forty four seconds."

That doesn't surprise me. This bitch needs more hobbies. "Yeah. Well, even Rosaline has heard about this shit you're saying. Rosaline. Even you know she's one of those book humpers."

"I think Rosaline has a lovely personality. She's-"

"Holy shit. Are you going to tell me anything?"

"I can."

It's freezing. I can literally feel my blood turning to ice just sitting in here. How she sat here for four hours I haven't a damn clue. I stand up. "If you're going to be like this, I'm going to leave. I don't need this shit."

She stands up with me. "Of course, I'll tell you everything your heart desires. Tell me, though, would you mind stepping outside with me? I could really use a cigarette right now, how about you?"