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Chapter 5: Flaws of the Spirit.
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"So, you dropped out."
"I call it homeschooled."
Gina smiled at Troy's reply while turning to Honey, who was cooking behind them in the nearby kitchen.
"Yeah? Well, that's more like homeschooling yourself, and Honey, it's 3 AM, stop cookin." Gina said, slumping backward on the sofa and trying with all her might to fight fatigue.
Troy sipped the beer in his hand, its bitter taste somewhere between unsettling with a strong unpleasant flavor.
"Just come with me." She licked her lower lip, unaware that Honey sheared a glance from the corner. "I mean, at least I ain't hiding anything. I actually wanna sleep with you."
"Gina!"
They all laughed when Honey screamed from the kitchen.
"But I'm serious. Go to school."
"I'll think about it." He whispered while placing the now-empty bottle of beer on the coffee stand. "In the meantime, I have to find a job."
"Jobs aren't really tha—"
"I found one." Honey walked toward them, holding a large tray of tacos, with a large bowl of cheese dripping in the middle.
"That fast." Gina was the first to jump up, grabbing two tacos after Honey placed them on the table.
"Well, I made some calls, and it turns out Carver's hiring."
"Whose Carver?" Troy raised a brow at her words.
"It's a restaurant downtown," Gina said, chugging the beer in her hand. "And didn't you work there once?"
"I did." And Honey laughed when Gina shook her head at the words. "And there's no hard feelings."
"Of course not, cos I mean, who'd get hard feelings if one of their employees dumped them for the restaurant next door." She took another bite of the taco.
"Come on, if you were in my shoes, you would do the same th—"
"A restaurant, mind you, that only paid an extra 16 cents."
And they laughed after Gina.
"It's still a good job." Honey pouted, arms crossed below the chest. "And if you don't want it… You could always start selling your art."
Gina's brows raised, "He does art?"
"You should see the walls in his room." Honey eyes sparkled, "He had all these paintings of animals and blood—"
"I'm not selling those." Troy forced an awkward chuckle. "And no, they ain't that amazing."
"Wait, since when was it his room?!" Gina said, causing both Honey and Gina to turn to her. She pointed at him, "I'll have you know, 'dude', it was my room before you took it."
Honey shook her head, "You don't even stay here."
"It doesn't matter!"
Then laughter filled the air, only replaced by the smell of a dozen cheese-dipped tacos.
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{HOURS LATER}
"Why is she so heavy?" Troy muttered, holding up Gina, who was completely knocked out.
Honey opened the door to her room, smiling as the mat caused Troy to trip over his feet.
"Stop lying." Honey giggled, "She's tiny."
He placed her body atop the bed, then made his way to the door. And he could only sigh when Honey followed behind him.
"I'm not drunk."
"Well, I'm not sleepy." Honey shot after his sentence. Walking forward as he opened the door to his room.
It was filled with a dozen papers of painting, all scattered tediously around the walls.
"I didn't get a chance to look at them earlier, but this is amazing."
"More like creepy." He chucked under his breath. Grabbing some of them that were on his bed and then straightened the blankets.
Honey sat on it, gaze trailing to a painting leaning near the door. It was a drawing of a swamp of pigs, all dirty from the mud below their feet, all continually drinking from an ocean of blood.
"I'm telling you…" Her eyes glued to the paintings, a second too much, "You could make gold from selling these."
Troy just smiled at the words, grabbing a box of cigarettes from his left pocket, pulling it out, then smiling at Honey, who shrugged her shoulders; an indication that she didn't have a lighter.
He returned the cigarette where it belonged, "Na."
Her head turned to him, lightly tilting.
"They aren't ready." He said.
"All of them?" She turned her head around, trying to measure their unending numbers.
Failing to realise that the paintings were meant for something else. Failing to understand that art was a practice of the soul, an entity he swore he didn't possess.
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