Who You Gonna Call? pt.2

"Dude! You're pissed drunk! Seriously though, I'm fine."

"I'm not! I want some eggggssss….." he sprawled on the sofa.

"Okay, how 'bout I cook both of us some eggs?"

"Oui oui," he mumbled under his breath.

Famine made her way into the kitchen and looked for the ingredients and tools. Her technique and movement were swift and professional. The smell of decently seasoned and perfectly cooked scrambled eggs lingered in the air. It appeared to be an effective alarm clock as Pride rose from his brief slumber and stumbled his way to the dining table.

"Mmm… scrumptious. This reminds me of the egg I used to have in a diner when I was a kid. Hey! Why don't you try to apply for a job there? You can earn some extra pocket money and get fed with all the food your heart desires. You should stop pretending to be a delivery guy. That's identity theft," he spoke with mouthfuls of egg.

"Chew with your mouth close, geez. And I wasn't trying to pretend to be the delivery guy ok! I just thought I might get to see Lust," she lowered her head in shame.

Pride looked up to meet her face for the first time, "I'm telling you! Apply for a job at the Snake Booth diner. My brother and I used to go there all the time. He worked there to from time to time. Wow this is fucking good! What did you put in this?"

"He's your brother?" she blushed.

"Can't you see the resemblance?" he put on Lust's signature straight face.

Lust's face was more tapered, and he wore his wavy hair longer and was swooped to one side compared to Pride's curlier locks with faded sides. Lust's eyebrows were thin and sharp, his irises had an amethyst hue, while his younger brother bore electric blue eyes. Pride was darker and bulkier than his taller brother. Other than their close resemblance thanks to their family's strong Italian blood, they were quite a polar opposite.

Famine collected the dirty dishes and washed them thoroughly as Pride continued to sip on his leftover beverage straight from the blender.

"Can I see the balcony?" she opened the curtain.

"Sure, let me get my lighter."

"Yay!" she twirled energetically and rushed out.

Pride smiled patiently with a lighter and his pack on his hand as the raging ball of energy frolic on the balcony. With the exception of a girl with long pig tails dancing to the beat of Pride's playlist, the night was tranquil. The trees below were swaying rhythmically, the stars showed up alongside the giant illuminating full moon. A gust of cold air had sent the poor girl shivering in her crop top and skirt overall. She curled up on the chair and hugged her legs to retain as much heat.

"What a bummer," her teeth chattered as Kendrick Lamar's Alright played in the background.

"Here," Pride offered her his jersey as he continued to smoke and stood over the railing to enjoy the night view.

The corners of her mouth formed a soft smile, contrary to her usual chaotic aura. She smelled the shirt; it was the same strong floral smell from before. She wondered why such a macho guy would rock a shirt that smelled like lily of the valley. Suddenly an offensive question sparked in her mind.

"Um… not to be rude but are you into girls at all?" she tried to avoid facing him.

"Yeah. A girl in particular. She has long silky hair, cooks good food, and funny."

Famine blushed at the thought of her the possible secret crush. She had had her eyes on Lust for a long time, but she had never had the chance to talk to him, no less be invited to a private dinner alone in his house. Both brothers had their own charm and her heart pounded at the idea of being in a love triangle, two prince charming fighting for her affection.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed now," he wobbled his way inside.

She rushed to help him up to the sofa, his weight forced her down with him as he lied spread-eagle and dozed off in seconds. Pride's hefty head trapped her thighs, forcing her to slouch along in the dark living room. She looked down at his drunk and flushed face, he was glowing with innocence under the somber moon light.

His fluffy hair resembled a wave of honey ringlets, a soft glow reflected off his cheeks, his gaping mouth was encircled by his subtly rosy lips. Pride turned to face her and took a whiff of her shirt.

"I love you," he grumbled as he hugged her.

"W-what?" she was taken aback by the sudden embrace.

"Wrath…" he buried his face into the shirt.

The realization felt like a slap to the face, suddenly all the pieces fell into place. Lust, Pride, the floral scent, the jealous tone, the polaroid on the fridge. Without a warning, she felt warm tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped it off to prevent them from hitting the sleeping lad on her thighs. Famine gently moved his head off her lap and placed it on the sofa, she took off his jersey and covered him with it like a blanket.

She wiped more tears of her face as she readied herself to leave the apartment. What was I thinking? I'm so out of their league, they look like a group of gorgeous people that everyone looked up to. She deserved them more than I could ever be.

An embarrassing thought popped up in her head. What would a guy and a girl do when they live together? Moreover, she had never seen Lust bring a girl with him other than his usual group of school friends. He was definitely famous for being the lady's man, but it had always been Wrath.

There were so many things she couldn't understand and would probably never get to ask Lust herself. She could barely collect to courage to ring that doorbell earlier that day. The one time she did, her world crumbled and shattered at her feet. She felt a sharp pang on her chest.

"Good night Pride," she sniffled as she closed the door behind her.