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The doorbell rings, but I barely hear it over the music blasting from the speakers. I open the window to check who is the one ringing, and I am met with one hundred fifty two centimeters of goth fairy.
“Either open the goddamn door and let me in, or come out already! I’ve been molesting this button for like 10 minutes, asshole!”
Matilda’s scream from the three floors down makes me laugh out loud.
“I’ll come down! Could you be a bit louder, please? I don’t think the whole town heard you.”
She flips me the finger and sits down on the steps in front of the double doors. She is still the same kid I shared my school lunches with, and I am truly grateful for it. Mats is that one constant thing in my life that never changes.
I grab my phone, wallet and keys, checking myself in the mirror once more. I would say I look pretty cool for a twenty-five year old emo.
My current style would be described as if I was a lovechild of Oli Sykes fromBring Me The Horizonand David Draiman fromDisturbed.
A person with sexy, dark vibes, with a touch of class.
I brush my fingers through my hair, flattening it to my chest to hide the proof that weather is, indeed, getting a bit chilly. I pat the kitten goodbye, and once more check her bowls of food and water before I run out.
The whole stairway echoes around me as I quickly walk down the steps. My boots are heavy and hitting hard on the concrete below. I spent a good half an hour beating the everloving crap out of them with a hammer, just so I could wear them without literally bleeding out through my feet.
As I yank the door open, Matilda flies into my arms. Her thin hands wrap around me as she jumps up and down like a little dog.
“I’m gonna see the woman ofmydreams, Noah! Not that there’s anything wrong with seeing the woman of your dreams all the time, she’s a sight for sore eyes!” she screams at my face as she takes my hands and tries to spin us in a circle.
“And what are you gonna do about it, Mats?” I laugh at her, trying to free my hands, but she is resisting very well.
“Why is that even a question? I’m taking her home, of course.”
“Why did I even ask?” I say as she finally lets go of my hands, “To be honest, I am one hundred percent sure you will succeed.”
“Of course I will. I mean, look at me. I am her wet dream come true.” Matilda winks, brushing her frame with both hands. “Petite, dark haired, with goth vibes and a wicked sense of humor.”
“Don’t forget borderline insane,” I joke, pushing her onto the sidewalk, striding for Ronan’s apartment.
Our walk is longer than it usually takes me to get there, since Matilda is stopping to check herself out in every mirror or clean enough shop windows. I would be lying if I said I am not doing the same. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone full out, and I find myself feeling like a snack.
Ronan would laugh at my thoughts.
Mats fills me in on the lead singer's whole dating history and coming out as lesbian two years ago, and I nod along, hearing this story the n-th time. I already know everything about the lady, I hear it at least once a month.
As we reach Ronan’s apartment, I take my phone out of my pocket and check it. We are right on time.
I feel a stab into my ribs and turn to try and smite my best friend with one look, but she lifts her jaw in the direction of Ronan’s apartment.
Lifting my eyes I am met with the most gorgeous punk-rock chick I have ever seen in my life. Her long copper hair is curled to perfection, black fishnets hug her luscious thighs as a skin-tight black leather dress reaches just below her ass.
“Fuck, your woman is gorgeous,” Mats says looking starstruck. “I might take her home as well.”
I can’t help but smile at her teasing.
“Yes, she is.” I am almost breathless.
Ronan runs in her Doc’s towards us, smiling as her locks sway in the wind. Her full chest smashes into mine. The feel of them on me makes me shiver. Her fingers find their way into my hair and she pulls me down into a kiss.
Her mouth parts as she lets her tongue run along the seam of my lips and explore. I open slightly to let her in. Her tongue dances with mine, teasing, probing, licking. Leaving that delicious cherry lollipop flavor behind. My black pants are getting tighter by the second, and I know she feels it, but she doesn’t seem to care. She is devouring my lips like they are her last meal on this Earth.
Ronan pulls away slowly, letting our noses touch as she looks into my eyes.
