Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

Standing in the elevator was a far cry from excitement. The small space was so tense, and the air so lithe, that it could suffocate somehow. I could only pray that no one would get in the elevator, as anyone with any strand of emotion would be able to sense that something was wrong. For me, a lot was wrong. The whole situation was fucked up - and I thought I could handle more than what was on my plate - but I was dead wrong. It all came rushing back to me in those moments in the car. The hardest part was, I wasn't even mad at you. I was mad at the world. I was mad at the courts, the police, and the coroner. I hated everything. Actually, I probably hated everyone but you. Unfortunately, I was just at a loss of words - and I couldn't come to express myself. Without making any eye contact, I anticipated the doors to open and as they did, I was the first to exit the elevator. I roamed down the hall, but then slowed my pace, allowing you to move past me and lead me to the apartment. As we approached the door, I waited for you to open it - as when you did, my jaw dropped just a tad. It was in that moment that I realized I didn't know a thing about you. As I gazed upon the mountains of electronics, particular monitors and computers - I wondered - What is all this? And that's when I had remembered, I didn't even bother to ask you what you did for a living. Uhm... I said in a confused state as I stepped into the apartment. My eyes followed all of the electronics, and I mumbled, What'd you say you do again? I was not a moron - I knew you left the US because of some trouble with both the law and my parents. I knew you were brilliant - that you frauded their credit cards to escape the country. Smart, and sneaky. Perhaps that was also your career. But my question soon faded as I followed you to my room. Ya crack governments for a livin'? I said with a childish smile, slightly giggling at the joke I had just made. Immediately after I asked the question, the phone began to ring and I watched you promptly walk away. I was completely kidding, but as I look at your expression, my smile faded and I realized that you could very well be into business I was not allowed to know about. I returned my focus to the room, and approached the bed. I looked down at the small presents there, and my smile slowly returned. Although it was a small gesture, it was thoughtful, and something I didn't expect. I slowly picked up the box of RosettaStone language lessons and chuckled slightly. Putting it down, I moved over to the smartphone and the plan. This was not a cheap phone, nor was it a cheap plan. It was the best of the best, and it only made me wonder, even more than before, how you made so much money. Holding onto the phone in one hand, and the plan in the other, I crept out of my room, in order to listen in. I couldn't understand a Russian word, so instead, just moved freely and waited for you to hang up the phone. When you did, I spoke, Yah didn't have too... I mean, yah don't have too. I swallowed nervously and moved to hand the plan back over to you. I... uh... I don't have no friends, so... it's really not necessary. I gave a weak, half smile. Embarassed, my eyes left yours and roamed to all of the technical stuff in the room. Can ya change stuff...? My glossy brown eyes shifted back to yours, Ya know, like an identity?