Round Six – Fourth Fiction

Round 6 Challenge – Incorporate a White Russian and the words “over the line” into your next passage, which should be no more than 500 words.

OK, I know it has much more than 500 words, but  since I didn´t use up all the words on the last two challenges, I thought it could bring balance to the Universe.

“People always thought I was Russian.  In fact, it was my nickname for years, before Chuck Meadows´d decided it could be funnier call me WG, short for White Geek, and the whole school agreed with him.
I´m WG since then.
But truth is I´m pale as a ghost.  Don´t ask me why, ´coz I´ll have nothing to say…  My mom is pale but not that much, and my father is regular white.
Maybe it was library´s  fault, after all those hours there, studying, reading, hiding from people.
´Coz people used to be mean to me, you know…  ´Coz I´m smart, ´coz I enjoy reading, and always had perfect grades…  Also I´ve never tried to make friends…  I avoid people.  It’s better to be lonely for option than for lack of option, understand?
But, I mean…  I am pale. You can see it.  I´ve got a so white skin you could actually see through it, and I´m not exaggerating.
That´s, in fact,  why people used to say the royalty has blue blood; their veins were visible through the skin, as they didn´t take sunbathes, never ever.
But I´m saying all this to make a point here…  And my point is…  I´m white pale, my whole body is really, really white pale, but I´m much paler now!”

“Hon, calm down, please…  I can´t think if you keep on talking like this… I´m trying to understand what´ve happened here…  Where the hell is that creep bastard?
And…  just for you to know…  I don´t think you´re a ghost at all.  For me, you´re gorgeous.
I met a White Russian once.  He stayed here for a couple of months, doing some research about our mountains or something… Point is…  He didn´t look anything like you, baby.  He was a ghost, you gotta believe me!”

They were sat down , backs to the body.  After the missing guy discovery, WG had passed out for a few moments, and she´d put him on the floor, gently whispering comforting words till he woke up.
Now, they have to figure out what to do.  And more than this, they have to figure out where the other guy was.

“How could that be possible?  I mean…  I shot him.  Twice.  Right in the chest, you saw…”
“Yeah, I saw…  I wish I hadn´t, but yes, I saw it…”
“Darling, are you with me or not?  ´Cause I´m starting to get a little sad with all the recriminations…”
He loved her.  Since the chat, since the very beginning, when she´d  given him her private number, when they started talk every day after school, making plans to meet each other…
He was with her.  At this point, he had no choice  whatsoever…

“Course I´m with you, baby!  Sorry, you´re right.  I do need to calm down.  And I will, just give me a minute, OK?”
“OK. I´ve been over the line here, I know.  And I´m sorry to drag you to this.  I meant it.
But just with you I could find the courage to do what I´d to do, you know?  I guess…  I guess you´re my painkiller now…”
She sad that last sentence with shyness, closing her eyes almost completely, looking to the floor, squeezing her hands like an embarrassed  child.
He´d felt so much love at this moment that he forgot completely about the murders, the missing body, the possible hunt and prison time they´ll have to make.  For a moment, there are just the two of them in the world.
He was about to answer, to make a move, to hold and kiss her, when they heard a noise.
Steps.  On the porch.

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