“Y’know,” Mia drawls, leaning closer to Willow, “I kissed Kayla last night.”
“Uh huh. And then you woke up.” Her New York accent fills the air, in the spaces between smoke.
“You little bitch-”
“If I’m a bitch,” Willow interrupts, “Then you’re… the bitches’ bitch.” She takes another drag. “Yeet.”
“Fuckin’… lemme finish.” The younger snatches the blunt from Willow and inhales it. “Like for real.”
“… Wait, for real?”
She feels herself crack, smoke seeping into her. Stifling the starlight. “And then what?” It almost sounds casual. Almost, almost, almost, she’s almost okay, almost high, almost drunk, almost in lo-
“She told me…” The silence cracks. “Told me not to do that shit when she’s gotta boyfriend.”
“We used to fool around no matter who she was with. But with Tyler, she’s serious… never realized I was too- about her- until it was too late.”
The younger nods and pours two shots. They down them together, Mia wrinkling her nose at the taste.
“… She used to taste sweet- like shitty coffee with too much creamer. But this time she was bitter.”
Another shot. Willow’s blurry- mind in a haze, water from her mouth, eyes, skin. She watches a bead of sweat trickle into Mia’s collarbone. Water meets water, but it’s covered with smoke. She can’t see what’s real and what’s an illusion. Everything’s smoke and water, only reflections and shadows.
“Hey… ” Her eyes are half-lidded, her whole body resembling jelly. “You… You can use me however you want. As long as you taste sweet.”
This stabs through Willow’s haze. “Mia, I’ll never use you.”
A laugh. “Didn’t you? You were lonely, I was there, so you used me. Don’t matter what for. Can’t say I minded. But now… Nothing’s sweet.” She drops her blunt on the ground and stomps it out. When she looks at Willow, the starless night fills her eyes. “It’s all just smoke, Will.”
“… And water.”
The older girl dares to smile. “Smoke and water, Mia. Reflections.”
A final shot.
“Hm. You can be water.”
“You’re smoke, then?”
“Yeah…” She’s smoke. It’s the closest to nothingness.