eve's tits.

Otto could feel herself slipping.

Wes had put her up on a tightrope strung thousands of feet in the air, he stood at the end and shook the rope back and forth. Trying to make her fall.

She refused to let herself fall, she was stronger than that now. She had built her walls well, they were supposedly impenetrable. But she foolishly assumed that she was without weak spots.

Wes had taken her to his house, she was far too in her own head to protest. He had to open her door for her, unclicked her seatbelt and practically dragged her out of the car. That entire night she was borderline catatonic, he only returned her home once he was sure her parents would be asleep. He couldn't have them find Otto in the state she was in.

He was terrifyingly calculated.

The next morning she had moved past it. She was over it.

It was a mistake. A simple miscommunication. And you can't hold those sorts of things against someone. An eye for an eye and the whole world is blind. She guessed it kinda fit her situation.

Getting out of bed she readied herself for the day, it was a weekend so she didn't have anywhere to be.

She decided she'd head to the Chateau, there was always a few of her friends there. She wanted company. She didn't want to be alone to stew in her thoughts, they were depressing and scary.

Walking down the lavish staircase the kitchen was underneath her she overheard a conversation she wished she never knew about. "I think we're nearing the point where you'll need oxygen support. You may not need it while resting at this time, but your oxygen levels while moving are concerning."

Continuing down the stairs she made sure to make her steps loud, knowing the conversation would cease if her parents knew she was there. Otto didn't like knowing about her Father's condition, she liked to be blissfully ignorant; her parents, while not supporting this, wouldn't pressure her into conversations she wanted no part of.

Once outside she tilted her chin up to the sky, the tears that began to accumulate were not welcome.

She wasn't going to cry. Instead, she got into her car and drove to the other side of the small island. Parking out the front of the house and on the pothole riddled road.

There was no point knocking on the front door, instead everyone always walked around to the back of the house. It was where everyone congregated.

As she rounded the corner she heard music being played, although she couldn't hear any conversation.

"Holy shit! Otto are you trying to kill me." JJ practically jumped out of his skin when the brunette plopped on the seat across from him. The music coupled with his high had numbed him to his surroundings.

Quickly scanning the verandah she realised there was no one else, just her and JJ.

"Yes. That was my intention. Bummer it didn't work." She said grumpily.

She was more grumpy than usual and it didn't go unnoticed by JJ. She wasn't hiding her feelings as successfully as normal.

He didn't know how to go about helping her. He wasn't good at feelings, emotions or anything of the sort. He always found himself clumsily saying the wrong things. Always unintentionally making things worse.

Needing all the help he good he filled his lungs to the brim with the intoxicating air he consumed through the blunt.

"You look angry." He said with uncertainty.

As soon as he saw her perfectly shaped eyebrow raise he knew he didn't say the right thing.

Death. He wanted someone to end his misery. And by the looks of things he'd get his wish through Otto.

"What an astute observation JJ, gold star for you." She said with a sarcastic smile.

"What's astute mean?" He asked, probably not the best time to inquire about the definition of words, but he wasn't good with words.

A genuine smirk washed across Otto's features. This in return made JJ smile, he somehow had done something right.

"You really aren't the sharpest knife in the draw, you know that?" She said, the grumpiness in her tone was still there, it was just hidden with amusement.

"Way to make a guy feel special."

"Oh trust me J, you are very special."

The corners of his mouth lifted at the nickname or his already shortened name.

"For some reason I don't think you're complimenting me O."

"Eww. Don't call me that." She made a disgusted face.

JJ laughed. "If you're going to be giving me a nickname I can give you one. It's only fair Otter." The look Otto gave JJ was lethal, "I take it back! I take it back, I'm sorry Tillie."

The glare Otto was giving JJ subsided slightly, "I guess that isn't abhorrent."

It was JJ's turn to glare, "Stop purposely using big words."

"That's presumptuous of you."

"Fuck you."

"You're not that lucky."

"I'm pretty sure I have been."

"I was high. And drunk, thanks to you."

"For the record I was also drunk and high."

"Okay, also for the record where did my clothes go?"

"In the sink. Lord only knows how they got in there. For the record where did my t-shirt go?"

Otto shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"So if your clothes where in the sink, and you didn't take one of my shirts, how did you get home?" He poked a hole in her logic.

"You ever see those drawings of Adam and Eve?" She asked, JJ nodded, unsure of where she was going with this. "Eve always has long hair that covered her tits and a leaf covering her bits. That's how I got home."

"Your hair isn't long enough to cover your tits."

"Don't talk about my tits."

He raised his hands in surrender despite him clearly being right. He realised Otto would rather die than admit it.

Silence passed, until a brilliant idea crossed JJ's mind.

"You obviously are..." he trailed, his mouth speaking before his mind could figure out how to phrase it, "angry?" she finished off for him, "Those are your words not mine--"

Otto raised a finger, "I think I remember you calling me angry a few minutes ago."

JJ narrowed his eyes, "I have no clue what you're talking about. As I was saying you're obviously feeling things, and I know when I'm feeling things I shoot stuff." He finished.

Otto was surprised, he wouldn't have guessed that was where JJ's thought was going.

"That's a nice idea, J, but I think we lack the gun, which seems like it's integral."

JJ ignored the fancy word she used and stood up, disappearing into the cluttered house he returned a few minutes later. "For legal purposes this is not a real gun, it is merely an extremely convincing fake one." He said, pushing some part into the gun.

"Why the fuck do you have a gun?" Otto asked, her eyes wide.

JJ looked at her slightly puzzled, then he remembered she wasn't at the island the year prior. She had mentioned her absence offhandedly. She had no clue about anything, and that was refreshing.

"That isn't something to worry your pretty little head about. All that matters is that I have this fake gun which we can shoot fake bullets from!" He looked pleased with himself.

Otto poked her tongue against her cheek, this was a disastrous idea. Truly, extremely, hugely stupid idea.

But she didn't care. She didn't have the want, or energy to care anymore. At least not for today.

"Okay."

JJ suggested that they walk to a desolate part of the island, this idea was shot down in favour of the perfectly fine car Otto owned.

Once there the pair got out, JJ opened the boot and got out a few cans of beer, as well as bottles of both beer and cheap liquor. He even pulled out one ratty teddy bear that looked like something you would get at a fair.

He set them up on a log in a line.

"Okay, now I'll show you how to shoot."

It took a few minutes of him running through the basics, she'd would never need to know how to learn about the safety or anything like that so he didn't bother showing her. It'd only make things more complicated than necessary.

Adrenaline began to be dumped into Otto's system, her hands began to shake ever so slightly and she felt her heart pounding in her ears. It was a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Whenever your re--"

She squeezed the trigger and a bullet shot out, none of the bottles or cans exploded and the teddy bear was fully intact.

Well, that was underwhelming.

"I was going to warn you about the kickback," JJ said, she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Her torso was pushed back, like someone had a rope around her waist that they tugged hard.

"Keep trying," he implored.

She did, and she missed, and missed and missed.

Then she gave up, walked up close enough where she was pretty much garenteed to hit them and shot each one systematically. Some of the cans even had a reminisce of beer in them and sprayed out dramatically on contact. The poor teddy bear had three bullet holes, it was looking a little worse for wear.

The damn thing refused to die.

Otto's chest rose and feel in quick succession, and she was absolutely silent.

She was too silent, JJ didn't like that she almost never gave anything she was thinking away.

Then she turned around with a genuine smile, one that actually reached her eyes. It did something to JJ's stomach that he didn't quite understand, but he knew that he loved to see her smile.

That's what friends want, they want their friends to smile.

"That felt way too good. Jesus. And just as a side note, you are nowhere near stable enough to be entrusted with this."

JJ rolled his eyes and walked over, taking the gun off her. "I'm perfectly stable, thank you very much."

After a few minutes of picking up as much of the broken pieces of glass, chunks of metal and shreds of what was once a teddybear and dumping it all in a box JJ took a second to sit in the boot.

Still riding her natural, adrenaline induced high she plopped herself right next to him, leaning against the back seats.

JJ watched her for a few seconds, while she didn't look anywhere near as relaxed as she did the night they met, or officially met, but she looked more relaxed than usually. Her jaw looked relaxed and her shoulders sat a little lower.

"Stop staring you pervert." She said, he hadn't thought she'd see his stare due to the fact her eyes were closed.

JJ looked away, "is what had you in a bad mood the same thing that was wrong that night." He pried, knowing he was stepping onto a minefield.

"Yes." She was surprised that she answered. As was he.

"What's wrong?" He asks gently, like if he spoke any louder he'd scare her and she'd clam up.

She had seen the blunt sticking out of the pocket sown on the front of his shirt earlier, leaning over she snatched it. "Light this and I might tell you."

He lit it and silence filled the space between them, he began to think she wasn't going to say anything. After all, she actually hadn't promised.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, and holding the stick between her fingers she told him. "My dad's dying." It was blunt, and they both knew she wasn't going to expand on it.

He didn't say he was sorry, he didn't think Otto would want his pity.

Otto was thankful he didn't give her the 'I'm sorry' bullshit.

"Now it's your turn." She flipped the question, handing the blunt over to him. She wanted to know what had his knickers in a twist that night.

Taking a drag and blowing it back out a few seconds he too gave a blunt response that he had no desire to expand on. "My friend's are dead."

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