Nothing Is An Accident (Felicia)

[Felicia Barrientos]

"I don't understand."

Felicia let her head roll back, stretched her neck. She inhaled the biting, night air, let it sweep through her lungs like bony fingers. Who was this? She couldn't recall having seen him before, but then again, she couldn't recall having seen most people in Midtown. Making friends wasn't exactly her expertise, and there weren't a great many people she found at all interesting. Here, though, was one. Her dark eyes searched the blackened sky aimlessly.

She brought her chin down. Cocking here head, she once more studied the man standing before her, watched him bite his lips, furrow his brow. It felt like the millionth time that night, and frankly, she was tiring of him. She could tell he wasn't exactly pleased that she had detained him, and so, stepping back, she spoke once more, laughing a little.

"Yeah, I know that you do not understand! You can stop saying that now! Hablo en serio..."

She rolled her eyes, kept trudging backwards. "That is why I say these things! Because you cannot understand, and I just need to laugh sometimes, ok?"

Felicia threw her head back and laughed loudly.

[Adam Trumper]

"Yeah, I know that you do not understand! You can stop saying that now! Hablo en serio..."

Adam frowned, if he knew he didn't understand, why didn't he stop talking in the language that he clearly didn't know. He was getting irritated and was pretty close to just walking off. He could just forget Ale, go home, and mope some more. That's what his day was. He would get up around noon, go outside and play the guitar, mope, try to eat something, mope more, and then go home and mope again. It was a nice schedule, he just didn't like moping. But what could he do? Everywhere he turned there was something, or someone who reminded him of what he used to be.

"That is why I say these things! Because you cannot understand, and I just need to laugh sometimes, ok?"

He frowned again. Great, he was laughing at his stupidity. What could he say without sounding like an idiot? He couldn't ask him to stop, that made him sound pathetic. Adam eventually decided, to walk away, it was Ale's choice if he wanted to run up after Adam to continue a conversation, or if he would let him walk away.

Adam took a few steps back, and then stopped. Okay, maybe he wasn't going to walk away. He could barely feel his legs. He was so weak, and he hated it. He felt like he lost his masculinity to the drugs, he used to be muscular, but now he was scarily thin. He hated the way he was now. Since he felt he could barely even stand up, he decided to stay where he was. He looked up at Ale, "What have I done to you? Why are you laughing at me?" He almost demanded.