Lovebite

Brightness everywhere--flashes and startlets glittering down the red carpet. It's too sunny out to play their games so when they're done smiling for the camera she pulls him off--somewhere, anywhere. It doesn't really matter, he tells himself. She could take him to the ends of the earth and he'd come trembling along under her touch like a puppy on a chain.

She's red faux leather all over. Not into killing animals for clothes, she says. Because it's wrong.

This is wrong too, the way her hand travels up his back and pulls that stupid cowboy hat off. Who made you wear it, she asks. Them, They did, the Giants. When he was innocent he believed in fairies and the Giants were the opposite.

He thought she was a fairy but she's red bondage all over and biting hard into his neck with blunt teeth.

"Did Hilary do this?" she hisses. Like always. Saying that name like it's a curse. Spitting it out. It's dirty. No.. Hilary never did this; Hilary was pure and sweet and light and not nearly so crazy. Hil wore glitter and talked about the fairies with him in their secret place away from the spotlight.

Not like Michelle, not like his baby urban bomb. Suicide around his neck, maybe, biting and tearing until it hurts. He remembers when he used to glitter. It's so far away. He's all grown up now, not like when he and Nick would snuggle in bed together and he would ask Nick kiss me kiss me like a movie star and he would..

If the fans knew. Oh, if they knew. Oh, Aaron.

Oh. Aaron.

She kisses him then, straddling his waist and digging in with her nails. Everything hurts now in all the wrong ways but she hurts in just the right ones. Just the right places.

There's a drop of blood on his neck and she picks it up carefully and wipes it on the brim of that god damned hat.

"A reminder."

The blood drips out again and she picks it up again and smears it between her breasts under her fake leather (maybe it's real after all) where no one can see.

"You're mine."

He shakes. He bleeds. He nods.

He remembers when he glittered.