Rev Prose 1

The Reverend smiled at me over his shoulder, a sickeningly sweet and disdainful smile that hinted at a little something more. We lay sprawled on his bed, diagonal from each other, but the tops of our heads touched. I didn't love him; hell, he didn't love me, either. Love didn't even matter to us, in truth, for we took great pride in our friendship.
"I know he wants you." He whispered to me in such a cool tone. My pale eyes met his and I furrowed my brows.
"What are you talking about, Rev?" I asked as I rolled onto my side to face him. He watched me do this, seeming somewhat enthralled in the way that my frame moved.
"He wants you." He repeated, gingerly brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
"How do you know?" I inquired. He smiled again to reveal his precious teeth and laid a finger on my chin.
"Who doesn't?" He returned in quite a haughty manner.

"Skip the crap, where's the meat?"
Rev rose from the bed, half-naked, and stretched, proceeding to take a look out of the window.
"An angel might have told me," he stated, his words so carefree. I sat up and wrapped the cow-print comforter over my body.
"Who? Come on, quit the games, Rev, I'm serious! I want to know."
He turned his head slightly and laughed.
"He might have mentioned it to me himself."
This news sent me off the bed, out the door, out of the world in which I'd been placed. A cold sweat ran over me at the thought as I cautiously returned to the conversation.
"What's he said to you exactly?"
"How many times do I need to tell you, Elena? He - wants - you!"
I groaned and wailed.
"I need more than that knowledge," I begged, "Surely he's said more."

The Reverend put on his robe and grabbed a stick of black Max Factor eyeliner. He ran his slim fingers through his messy black hair and sighed.
"Talk to him yourself, dear. That's all it takes."
"Lead me to him," I insisted, "please."
His wild smile returned and I saw him take a card from the end table. He handed it to me and stroked my hand gently.
"Have fun. Be safe."
I grinned, "I owe you."
"Such a sweet dear," He said, calmly, "could you do me a favor and hand me my glasses?"
I looked at him strangely.
"Eyeliner with glasses, Rev? Come on!"
"Don't question my ways, Laney." He warned.
"Okay." I sighed as I slid him the cold metal frames.
"Now, go on. Get out of here and go pursue him. If you don't, plenty of others will."
I saluted him, "Yes, sir!" and grabbed my overnight bag.
"And remember - "
"I know!" I nearly shouted, "I'll keep you informed. Even though he could probably tell you quicker."
"Well, it's always good to hear both sides of the story." he replied, finishing the last touches of black around his beautiful eyes.
"Point taken."
"Come on and hug me. Don't cheat me of that, girl."
I laughed and embraced him hard against me, and I could feel our rib cages clash together. I smiled and breathed in his lovely scent before breaking apart from him.
"Now, go." He insisted.
And quickly, I obliged.