Mini rolls over, kicking her feet in the air, elbows on brand new bubblegum pink duvet, cheeks in palm, fingers spread over skin. She feels flushed and hot, sweat causing her top to stick between her shoulder blades, fringe sticking to her forehead. The curtains sway in almost nonexistent breeze, the window propped open with a stick Liv found in the neighbor's garden.
It's summer, early august, the school year's approaching and Mini feels it heavy in her bones the same way the heat is heavy on her skin. It feels like there's something caught in her throat, itching, but she can't get it out no matter how many times she coughs and hits her chest.
Liv's spread out on the carpet flipping through a fashion magazine, dog-earing pages she likes. There's a half-smoked spliff next to her.
Mini glances down at it, says, "If that stains the carpet my mum's gonna kill us."
"You," Liv corrects, not bothering to look up, but she's smiling now.
"I would definitely say it was you."
Liv rolls her eyes, flipping the page and humming to herself. "That's not very friendly of you."
"Whatever," Mini huffs. She turns and lays on her back, following the cracks in her ceiling, watches where they disappear by the wardrobe. "My mum has a new boyfriend."
"Is he as much of an arsehole as the last one?"
"Worse." Mini closes her eyes, tries to feel the air circulating around the room. She's pretty sure she's going to drop dead from heatstroke soon. "At least the one before only lasted two weeks."
"How long has this bloke been around?" Liv asks, and Mini can tell she cares now, is paying attention to the conversation even if her words are slowed by the weed. It makes something in Mini's stomach stir, tighten. That's been happening a lot lately, ever since Liv had that fight with her mum at the beginning of the summer and then had that fight with Mini about it and kissed that boy down the street who got into Cambridge. "It can't be more than a month."
"Three weeks." Mini lets her eyes flutter shut, heavy and tired. "Do you think spliff helps people sleep in the heat?"
"Maybe." A beat. Liv exhales, "Lightweight." She laughs quietly and Mini imagines the air is so thick it swallows the sound, leaving the room caked in silence. She imagines it also swallows her thoughts, the ones she doesn't want Liv to know about, that she takes and tucks behind her eyelids, only entertaining them when the moon's shining through the window, casting shadows on the walls.
(rest here (http://incoherent-muse.livejournal.com/33547.html#cutid1) because it got a bit long.)
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Date: 2012-06-25 04:34 am (UTC)Mini rolls over, kicking her feet in the air, elbows on brand new bubblegum pink duvet, cheeks in palm, fingers spread over skin. She feels flushed and hot, sweat causing her top to stick between her shoulder blades, fringe sticking to her forehead. The curtains sway in almost nonexistent breeze, the window propped open with a stick Liv found in the neighbor's garden.
It's summer, early august, the school year's approaching and Mini feels it heavy in her bones the same way the heat is heavy on her skin. It feels like there's something caught in her throat, itching, but she can't get it out no matter how many times she coughs and hits her chest.
Liv's spread out on the carpet flipping through a fashion magazine, dog-earing pages she likes. There's a half-smoked spliff next to her.
Mini glances down at it, says, "If that stains the carpet my mum's gonna kill us."
"You," Liv corrects, not bothering to look up, but she's smiling now.
"I would definitely say it was you."
Liv rolls her eyes, flipping the page and humming to herself. "That's not very friendly of you."
"Whatever," Mini huffs. She turns and lays on her back, following the cracks in her ceiling, watches where they disappear by the wardrobe. "My mum has a new boyfriend."
"Is he as much of an arsehole as the last one?"
"Worse." Mini closes her eyes, tries to feel the air circulating around the room. She's pretty sure she's going to drop dead from heatstroke soon. "At least the one before only lasted two weeks."
"How long has this bloke been around?" Liv asks, and Mini can tell she cares now, is paying attention to the conversation even if her words are slowed by the weed. It makes something in Mini's stomach stir, tighten. That's been happening a lot lately, ever since Liv had that fight with her mum at the beginning of the summer and then had that fight with Mini about it and kissed that boy down the street who got into Cambridge. "It can't be more than a month."
"Three weeks." Mini lets her eyes flutter shut, heavy and tired. "Do you think spliff helps people sleep in the heat?"
"Maybe." A beat. Liv exhales, "Lightweight." She laughs quietly and Mini imagines the air is so thick it swallows the sound, leaving the room caked in silence. She imagines it also swallows her thoughts, the ones she doesn't want Liv to know about, that she takes and tucks behind her eyelids, only entertaining them when the moon's shining through the window, casting shadows on the walls.
(rest here (http://incoherent-muse.livejournal.com/33547.html#cutid1) because it got a bit long.)