Step one to mend a broken heart was booze. I don't know where Fang got her grubby hands on two six-packs of what I’m hoping is non-alcoholic beer… but I wasn't going to complain about it openly if it was not. “Fuckin' cool,” I thought. The hard times were over. My girlfriend and I got through the roughest rough patch of life ever, and nothing much was changed, outside of maybe how she saw her brother, maybe. I still wasn't too sure about that situation. She wasn't necessarily avoiding me. She just refused to give specifics. I haven't talked to Trish or Reed since prom. I was avoiding them and they were avoiding me, so I saw it as a win-win, but now I’m starting to wonder. Hopefully Fang will spill the beans on everything soon. Maybe it will even happen tonight I thought to myself, sitting idly in my chair watching Funky Star like a normal person. Stella kept in touch and recommended it to me, and normally I would ignore her shit show recs, but for whatever reason I relented this time. I gotta say, all of the little girl characters are actually, literally just me. … Fang would kill me if she saw this, I need to stop. She showed up with the two packs in hand, just like she said. Still rocking the hoodie. I was a bit too scared to ask about her arms. “Ready to get crunk, homo?” she cracked. “Heh, sure thing.” I was just glad she was in good spirits again. With a cheeky smile she plopped herself on my bed and almost Immediately cracked open a bottle, sitting the rest on my desk. “So… How have things been at home?” I shyly asked. “Fine, I guess.” Fang replied, a bit sheepish. “I mean, I’m just checking in.” “Yeah, and I’m telling you, It’s fine.” “Obviously I wasn't going to get that much just yet,” I thought to myself as I sat back down and opened up my own bottle. My pterodactyl was scrunched up on the head of my bed in a comfy-looking fetal position, knocking back her elixir steady. From her body language you wouldn't expect anything other than the normal weird-girl stuff she already did, but to me, the incident lingered, and made things a bit more un-comfy. “How is Trish doing?” I asked, realizing I probably ought to just go balls deep. It took her a second to process the simple question. Her gaze shot to the wall closest to her, indicating a slight morsel of… some sort of feeling that was not warm at all. “It’s fine. We are fine if that is what you’re asking,” she snarled after finishing off her first bottle in record time. That’s a bit worrying, seeing as I’ve only had a tiny bit of my own so far. “We talked a bit a few days ago. We both said sorry, and everything was cool. Nothing much else happened,” she continued. “Honestly, I’m over it. The band shit, that is. Too much fuckin’ drama, assholes at school don’t get it, so why should we even try. I'm almost certain there's some sort of godly deity up in the sky preventing us from doing what we want, so I will personally take the hint.” “Well I mean… You guys have just had a run of bad luck. Maybe Volcano High is just cursed or something.” I added. She just rolled her eyes and cracked another one open. “To hell either way with all of them! Obviously they just want to ruin my life, so obviously I shouldn't try.” “Fang, It’s just this one place. One venue that hates your guts. I’m sure if you guys just branch out you’ll-” “Can we stop talking about this shit? I get enough of this from my brother.” Fang raised her voice. Message received, but it took me by surprise. “I’ll drop it.” “Good,” she lightened up after a slight pause before finishing off yet another bottle with one, vociferous glug. This shit was like the dino nuggies to her, she just shoved that shit down her gullet like an animal. “Slightly worrying,” was all I thought as I swirled my last few drops around in my hand. “So what do you wanna do?” I ask. “I don’t wanna snap at you…,” she responded, swaying slightly back and forth in her seat. “... I wanna have a good time. With my boyfriend.” “I just wanna have a good time… with you.” “Your what, your girlfriend?” she smiled back. Fang snickered as I jostled in place. What she was implying I was not sure. “You must… HATE the whole non-binary thing huh? You just want a simple, easy girlfriend, right?” “Fang? What the fuck?” “I’m just… kidding, lovely.” She huffed, grabbing yet another semi cold one. “I honestly wouldn't even mind you calling me girlfriend, I guess. I mean, why not?” This was all so weird, but I guess I will roll with it. “I like you no matter what you are, Fang. I realized that in the graveyard.” I tried to be honest with her. “Yeah? Well I fuckin’ love you. I don't know why we're still doing the whole… I LIKE you, thing." My eyes dart to the window as my cheeks start to become a bit too warm for comfort. "I just… wanted to make sure things were progressing… not too fast…," I stumbled over myself. "Sure, I appreciate that but, I realized a lot, the past week, ya know?" She took a long swig. I just kept sipping my room temperature single. "I realized just how GOOD it feels to-" a hiccup interrupted her. Tiny and, I hate to say it, feminine. "-be completely, content and in control of things. After that little walk we did, I told Naser about Naomi's bulllshit', and he actually agreed with me! Wholeheartedly!" "That's uh… good to hear." "Granted, I don't know how he's handling it, BUT I'm guessing she'll be fuckin' KICKED to the curb so hard, she'll come out as lesbian. Fuckin' repressed-ass bitch…" Fang drunk was certainly something to behold. "And I appreciated talking with my brother! More than anythin'. He was her useful idiot, until I, Lucy, sat down and laid out the fucking law. With help from my wonderful boyfriend…" With that thought, Fang got up from the bed and finished off the sin juice she had left. I was awestruck at what was falling out of her mouth but I couldn't respond in any intelligent way. I just watched as she took off her hoodie to reveal her undershirt, along with fresh bandages adorning her arms. "...way too fuckin' hot in here…," she mumbled. Raptor Jesus was I nervous…. … Fang then leaned into me, her arms propping herself up on the arms of the chair. Her snoot was close enough to smell the nasty alcohol breath. Her shirt did indeed have a bit of cleavage but… it felt wrong to focus on that right then. "Do you wanna know what… I was thinking that night?" Fang slowly put together a sentence. “I did want to know but I’m scared to-” My mumbling was cut off by Fang landing a surprise kiss. A nice gesture but I really didn’t think it was appropriate. "Bed. Now." She command I obliged, but I wasn't gonna like it, I felt. She must have forgotten about her previous plans, because we spent the next few minutes making out. Which would be nice but again… the smell and taste was pretty bad. I uh, don't think I like beer all too much anymore. I have no idea why my dad is such an alcoholic. The claws were back, I also noticed. They were not cutting into my skin like before, but the threat was there as she felt them up and down my neck, scalp, and my body in general. I was too scared to reciprocate the touchy feely stuff, so I just kept my arm around her. I never really thought much of her wings until now. Having to position myself so I didn’t bump into them was a bit of a task, but I figured it out. There is a certain beauty to her that I originally had not taken stock of, and only now it was blinding me. Hell may be other people, but heaven was in her arms. I say that, but I still felt shaky about everything. She's drunk… I gotta make sure she's taken care of. Maybe I could transition this loving embrace into going to bed at a reasonable time. I glance at the window and notice it's dark outside, so it should- "FUCK OUCH FANG!" I turned my hand for one second and she fucking bit my neck. Way harder than last time too. I recoiled in pain as I paced up and down my apartment, trying to walk off the pain. Fang just… chortled to herself. I noticed the blood seeping. Again, she was insane; II didn't need more confirmation. I wanted to scream at her but… I felt like that would make things worse? I guess? Say… SOMETHING Anon. "Fang!" "Huh?" Fucking… Was she playing coy? She looked at me like how she normally does. "Uncalled for!" She just smiled. "But it was fun… And you stopped paying attention to me… Plus, you taste good,” she said as seductive as she could manage. … Why does she have to be so cute about damn near everything? Despite the physical abuse, her amber eyes kept me from questioning anything. If she wanted my attention so fucking bad… then fine. I did the only rational thing I could think of and pounced on top of her. And to my surprise, my dinosaur had welcomed me by pulling me in closer where I took my opportunity to bite back, exactly on the left side of her neck. The only problem was I was too pussy to give it the same amount of force as she did. But even with my half-assed attempt, she… moaned a certain way I had never heard before. High pitched and loud, with a quiet bookend of a curse word. She was flat on her back and I was right on top of her… I was starting to think this was what she wanted. "I'm so fucking sick, aren't I?" She said in between breathing heavily. My face was buried into the pillow beside her. I was stunned in place for whatever reason. The excitement around me was tiring, yet she was still squirming in place. I noticed her pelvis was rubbing up against mine… … I really should not be encouraging this behavior while she's blasted. As I lifted my head back up, I felt her hands slide right behind my head, trying to get my attention. I looked into her lustful eyes silently. Trying to maintain a stone cold composure. "I…" I said lustful but… I could see the pooling of tears mixing with the mascara. "... I really thought… I was going to die that day… That I was going to take my innocent brother with me…" … A cold spike shot down my spine. "... I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you… Anon… But I was angry… I wanted you to feel how I felt, but you kept me close at my lowest." Her voice began to crack as the dam started to break. All I could do was just keep holding her. That was all I had done the past few days, it felt. Regardless of her irrational actions or pretense, I wouldn't forgive myself if I ever let go. "I love you Fang." [NOTES] Okay so here. More beefy content to come.