Cube of Delusion, part one.
A boy's room is always messy, and Josh's was no exception. This room was dark, and would be pitch black if it weren't for the red sort of lava lamp on his bedside table. Crimson beads of light twirled and danced with opaque shadows on his ceiling.
Josh let his body drop to the side silently, her body rolling with him as she continued and kissed him, barely noticing the two pairs of blue jeans, pink sweater, and red Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt strewn on the floor along with a selection of small undergarments that had been stripped in a hurry. He glanced up at his lit red sky-like ceiling and his back arched up, like the London bridge and fell back down in surprise when she lightly bit his lip.
"Did you sleep with her yet?" Josh's friend asked as he glared disgustedly at his lady friend. She raised a dark eyebrow, her brown eyes flaring in anger. "Just because we've been dating for months now--"
"It's not like he has any other reason for that," he said icily, his blond hair combed in front of his face oddly.
She clenched her teeth and tucked her copper red curls behind her ears as Josh quickly answered, "Don't listen to him, he's lying. It's not even true."
She smirked. "Are you sure? Because I'm betting you're wrong, and that they really do want to know how incredibly bad and," she paused for dramatic affect, "unsatisfying you are."
Josh's face blushed scarlet and contrasted with his brown and blond streaked hair as the whole table with his friends exploded into loud, obnoxious laughter.
"You see, Josh," she said, leaning her head closer to his ear, her voice low and sultry, "you can fuck me, but you can't fuck with me."
Cube of Delusion, part two.
Josh trailed his fore and middle fingers along her cheek gently. She looked peaceful in her quiet slumber, with her copper curls pinned back into a half-pony tail and the even rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Josh sighed and sat back on the cream colored sofa, his lips dangerously close to hers. He ignored the loud booming music as she must have been doing; he pursed his lips and laced his fingers with her limp ones securely, pressing his thumb firmly into her palm and rubbing it in an up and down motion. She stirred, her eyebrows softly scrunched together and she stubbornly moaned to keep from being woken up.
"Sorry, Fe," he whispered, knowing she would never hear him.
"What the fuck are you doing with her?" Brandon said noisily, as he plopped down beside them, sinking into the puffy white pillows. As he did so, Fe slid into his side, and he roughly pushed her into Josh.
"Ow," she said grumpily, and blinked away the remains of her sleep.
"Well, Josh, looks like you're in trouble again," he said, getting up and jumping a few feet away, back into the crowd.
Exausted, Fe glared at him, her bedroom eyes somewhat out of focus. "Josh, what do you want?"
Easily, he answered, "To take you home, because, I do believe that you are awfully drunk."
She shook her head. "It makes life more enjoyable."
He slipped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her. "Only when you're already having fun."
The moments slipped past them in twinned pairs, like geminis. "Y'know," Josh began, his voice soft and seemingly meshed into her mind, "I'm really sorry. I could tell that you were more than mad, and, I--"
"Why are you sitting by me?" she interrupted, her face gloomy, her eyes drooped.
"Because I miss you," he said, a crack in his tone.
She looked down, her head declined, and studied the light sea green carpet, her red lips in a pout.
"Hey," he said, unwebbing his hand from hers and lifting her chin, "I really am sorry. That was never the reason I was with you. You always were."
"Promise me the truth?"
"I promise," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
She inched herself closer to him on the couch and laid her head on his chest. "But I called you unsatisfying."
Josh's face broke into a tight, controlled smile. "Fe. Baby. Honey. Sweetie. Thanks!"
She sighed tiredly.
"Feeee," he verbally prodded her.
"I'm not really as bad as you said I am, am I?"
"Yes," she said gravely, nodding, "you suck and that's sad."
He entangled his hand in her red curly hair and remarked, "Gee, if only you'll take me back so I can practice."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding."
Then she grinned and straightened up. "We could practice right now if you'd like..."
He laughed. "Fe. Baby. Honey. Sweetie. The whole 'charmingly drunk' thing is cute; in fact, I swear, it's rhapsodic. It's just that," he wrapped both arms around her and stood up, ready to carry her to his car, "you are drunk. And it's time to take you home."
Cube of Delusion, part three.
"Josh got back together with Fe. I saw him carrying her outside when me and Caitlin got to the party."
Brandon sighed and reached across the round wooden antique table for a little plastic bottle of asprin. After popping three little white pills into his hand and swallowing them, he said, "I thought I told you not to go to the party."
She rolled her eyes. "I was just dropping Caitlin off."
He nodded and brushed his blond bangs back with his fingers.
She pulled her matching golden tresses back and wrapped a green hair tie around it, her blue eyes smug.
"Drinking to the excess is bad for you."
"So is drinking at all, but I still do it," he said, grinning.
After a long pause, she asked, "So what are you going to do to split them up again?"
His smile evaporated and he shrugged. "Um. First, I'm just going to talk to him about it. Probably tomorrow. If that doesn't work, then I'll have to think of something else to do. Plan it all out; that sort of stuff."
A loud, piercing tone rang out from Fe's pink and purple cell phone that stood in its holder, charging, on the bedside nightstand.
Fe groaned, her eyes dully fluttering open, her temples pounding. With one hand, she flipped messy red curls out of her eyes, and with the other, she fumbled around for her phone. She sat up in her soft, warm bed and pressed a button on the cell.
"Hello?" she rasped, her tongue feeling swollen and sticky.
"G'morning, Fe. I didn't wake you, did I?" came Josh's voice on the other end.
She swallowed. "No."
"You liar." A moment later, "I'm sorry, Fe. I just called to see how you're doing."
Yawning, she said, "It's okay. I probably shouldn't sleep all day anyway."
Fe wiped her eyes and looked around sleepily at her room. The walls were a powder blue with cream colored curtains. The floor was covered with wood-looking linoleum. Her bureau was an antique passed down from her grandmother, and her beds comforter was thick, pillowy, and cream colored, to match the curtains.
"Well, do you want some breakfast?" Josh asked.
She smiled, "As long as it doesn't involve eggs or pancakes. I don't think I can stomach those for the rest of the week."
"You sound like you feel like shit."
Yawning again, she answered, "I do."
He took in a breath and said, "All right. Tell you what: I go somewhere and get us some breakfast-like takeout. No eggs or pancakes, I promise. Then I come over to your place with it all. How's that sound?"
She grinned at his proposal. "Very good. Very suave. And if I'm still in the shower, just walk in."
He laughed lightly. "Fe. Baby. Honey," and she recited with him, "Sweetie."
Fe threw her sheets off her legs as he continued, "You don't have to get all dolled up. It's just me."
She sighed. "It is you."
"Yep. I'll be over in a bit."
"Bye," she said, swallowing again.
And with that, they both simultaneously hung their cell phones up.