The Burglar

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I just arrived in a crowd. Under red flickering lights, I looked like a slutty villain in movies. Elly held her 21st Birthday party at her own enormous house. Everybody was chatting, eating, and holding glasses. The pool was surrounded by the crowd, but my eyes only focused on a guy with a nice clean looking cotton shirt and a pair of skinny jeans standing beside Elly.   He was shining like a crystal. Elly was standing close to him enough until her boobs attached and pressed against his muscled body.

His name was Bike. I knew, to you as a Westerner, his name sounded ridiculous, but among Thais this was one of popular nicknames. He was my classmate, and I had been following him on Instagram for so long before Elly noticed him. Whatever, she seemed to notice my existence here too. A white pale face greeted me with a bitchy voice, but I did not say any word. Just gave her a smile. She said she thought I would not come to her party. I asked her why I would do so, and she said that she thought that I might feel uncomfortable being surrounded by these kinds of people.

She actually gave a short pause before saying these kinds of people to emphasize them.

Yeah, she was right. I could not afford a fancy life like these people who were walking around us with fancy outfits. But who wanted to spend such a large amount of money when you could get them for free. And this luxurious somber house seemed to have lots of things for me to take away.

She raised a glass of champagne, and guzzled the drink, which made her look so unsophisticated. Her face was full of a gross smile. Her bold red lips were disgustingly moving as if they were telling me to slap them down to a cold tile.

I kept imagining what that shade of her lipstick called. Brands these days named their lipstick shades so extra. Imagine grabbing a regular red lipstick, looking at the label, and it was called Dragon’s Breath. If I had my own beauty line, I would name my lipstick; Dad’s Suede Couch for a nude shade, Mama’s Menstruation for a burgundy red, Unicorn’s Pussy for a pink one, and the most favorite name for a lip gloss, Bike’s Wet Dream.

As mentioned in Neon Demon, one of my favorite movies; They say women are more likely to buy a lipstick if it's named after food or sex. For me, Bike’s Wet Dream was both of them.

The muscled body slowly moved away from Elly’s boobs although she reluctantly held that body to maintain it in her wrinkly arms.

“I’m going to a restroom babe. Be right back.”

He walked past her to the inside of the building which I followed. Along the way down to the restroom, the hallway was decorated with priceless antiques. I could not imagine why Elly needed these things. I was still following him. From left to right, these antiques whispered to me to take them home, but my eyes only focused on his back disappearing inside the restroom.

Not so long, he came out and noticed me standing in front of him.     

“You want one?”

I pulled out the cigarette and raised it to him.

He picked one of them with a warm smile. Eyes to eyes, we knew exactly what we were going to do.

We walked together to Elly’s room where nobody was chaotically walking around like a Sunday market. Her room was full of jewelry. I could see diamonds, rhinestones, pearls and Swarovski crystals everywhere.

“I think I met you before.” He said after blowing smoke. Of course. We were in the same class every Tuesday. “We never talk, do we?” He continued.

“Nope”

“So, should we begin with an easy conversation?” He suggested while I was giving him a soft smile, waiting for him to keep going. “Ok. Let’s start with I’m Bike and I’m a Film student. And…?”

He raised his left eyebrow waiting for my turn.

“I’m …a seductive burglar.”

He reacted with my answer with a little laugh while I was getting closer and put my arms over his shoulders.

“So, you are here to steal Elly’s things?”

“Why? You’ll tell her?”

He gave me a little laugh again, but this time it seemed just a bit louder.

“She has too many of these. She thought she loved them, so she collected them, but I'm quite sure she wouldn't notice if something was missing. She does not give a shit actually. She does not actually give a shit on what she thinks she loves it” 

He said to me with his misty-eyed face. My arms could feel his shivering muscled body when I gently fondled it by my hands. I slowly moved my face closer into a position where I could feel his warm breath.

“What do you love to do on a starry night, Bike?” I softly asked him while my both hands were holding his waist.

“Me? staring at those stars, I guess” He cleared his throat “What about you?”

I looked deep down into his eyes and whispered.

Well,

Along the road up to the mildest Galaxy,

I love riding Bike

Hurtle you up to the wildest fantasy,

that’s what I like

He rapidly pulled my body down to Elly’s bed after I said it softly.

I wished that was French because French makes everything sexy, but if that was French, I was afraid I could not rhyme it like I just did.

After a long ride we were lying together facing the ceiling.    

“You think we could go somewhere fantasy again next week huh?” He asked me with his soft attractive voice.

“You’re Elly’s.” I said.

He gave a short pause, and then answered back to me with a pretty smile.

“I was.”

That night I walked out the noisy house with a shining crystal heart which I just got from Elly’s bedroom. It was Elly’s favorite one, and it was mine now.