Loves No Good

By Danica LaVey
7-5-2017

Chapter One

Prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclipsed the sun the angel has spread its wings the time
has come for better things.

Excuse me? The waitress shifted her weight from foot to foot, mouth open, staring at the frail girl in the
booth. She held her diner ticket aloft, ready to take the order. The girl looked about fourteen, with
tumbling twenty-two inch auburn extensions tousled around her narrow shoulders, porcelain perfect skin,
and very full Lancome Juicy Tube peche glossed lips.

I fucking said, Dazey began delicately, holding her hands over her eyes like horse blinders. She was
wearing her black Dior Glossy 2s to block out the florescent lights of the diner. She cleared her throat
and reclined in her seat slowly, stretching out her lean body like a cat.

I fucking said, you stupid cunt, that the world is on fire, and I lit the fucking match.

Dazey removed her glasses slowly with her cruel ice blue elevator eyes trained on the waitress and smiled
thinly. Teague elbowed her in her Juicy Couture avocado green Velour jump-suited side to try and stop
her before she said anything else, but Dazey simply couldnt stop.

Thats a nice necklace. Dazey smirked at the waitress diamante crucifix flanked by bejeweled
miniscule metal children on a thin chain around her neck.

But, you know, God isnt real, and children are disgusting.

Im so sorry, shes just had dental work, she doesnt know what shes saying. Would you give us like
five more minutes to look at the menu, and like, some fresh waters that have no ice. Maybe like, bottled
water? And like, lemon? And straws in paper. Thank you! Excuse us!

Teague frantically waved away the waitress and then began shaking Dazey by her arm.

What the fuck, shes going to call TMZ. You need to pull it together, bitch.

Bitch, who the fuck are you calling bitch, bitch? Who pays your bills?
Dazeys voice was cold, and she glared at Teague in such a way that he thought she was going to hit him
again. He flinched and held up his hands in a dont shoot fashion. She turned away.

Just dont tell me anything. Do you fucking hear me?

She didnt look at him or wait for a response before adding in a dulcet and mocking tone to her next
zinger.

Im a lot smarter than you, Teague. You know that, dont you?

Dazey exhaled slowly and evenly, looking outside at the cars in the parking lot. She flipped her phone
open and then snapped it shut several times, obviously tense. Teague said nothing and pulled out his
sidekick 2, shaking his head. He logged into his Myspace.

The waitress gingerly dropped the elaborate water order on the table. Neither of them touched it or looked
up from their phones to thank her. The waitress lingered, wondering if they wanted to eat. Dazey took out
her Razr phone and snapped a photo of the rain on the window.

Look, its raining. Or is god crying because you just served the Anti-Christ?

Dazey snarled at the waitress, baring her perfect veneers. The waitress froze, staring at her like a deer in
headlights. Dazey unzipped her hoodie, revealing small red rouged nipples on an immaculate thin white
seventeen year old body. Dazey laughed hysterically, her perfect tits bouncing with the shudders of her
laughter. She fingered a breast and stared into the waitress eyes.

What, youve never fried, bitch? Im on my way down right now, dont worry. You like what you see?

Dazey smiled her million-dollar porcelain smile and laughed to herself as she turned away to stare out of
the window again. She whispered something inaudible to Teague and then slumped suddenly onto the
table as the waitress backed away slowly, completely mesmerized.

Dazey, OMG. Im like, concerned or whatever.

Teague mumbled, casually looking at nudes.

Are you still super high? Do you need a Valium? Maybe one little Suboxone?

I need to touch God, and there is no God, Teague. No God at all. If there is no god, then why should I
have a master?
Dazey drummed her thin fingers on the table. She rubbed away a hot single tear. She desperately wanted a
cigarette since she had noticed a few teenagers outside smoking through the window.

Most girls could go ask for one, not me. Im Dazey Doll.

Im not real. I dont smoke.

Theyd call TMZ.

Just like chill, or whatever. Its just acid. Hey, Id let Ashton be my master any day. Youre being a
tripper.

Religion is like, so boring.

Look at this pic of Ashton and Demi on Perez.

She looks good.

Dazey sighed approvingly, glancing at the pic.

Who cares about her, look at Kelso.

Teague sighed, crushing hard. He hated Demi and couldnt wait for them to break up. He wished Ashton
would just get back together with Mila already. He obsessively googled Ashton and refused to make eye
contact with him, blushing a deep red when he saw him at the teen choice awards.

He looks like a fucking caveman. I dont get it. Dazey said, finally zipping up her jacket as she caught a
chill.

Well, K looks like he crawled out of a coffin and into the fucking gutter to find his syringe. Teague

made a cute duck face like an Olsen, pleased with himself and his witty observation.

Dazey glared at him and melodramatically put her sunglasses back on. He was just jealous.

K is the man. She said softly, thinking about his white fur coat. She opened her phone and started to
send him a text message, deleted it, and closed her phone.

I want to shave my head.

Dazey tugged Teagues sleeve, asking his permission, as he was her hairdresser.
No fucking way, Eminem, youll be over it in two weeks. All the girls that copy you will hate it too, and
theyll be mad at you. We can do something else.

She started crying.

The waters sat untouched on the table.

Honey, how about a black Amelie type thing, like super arty? But not scene. Like fresh. Do you like that
idea? I could do that.

He felt bad for Dazey. She had no idea who she was.

Teague had a trademark look, and it was MAC Prrr lips, caramel highlights, and a few slaps of Benefit
Hollywood Glo over a bronze Mystic paired with strictly black or white outfits. He sometimes pulled out
a fabulous red suit if he was feeling whorish.

Lets go, Im sober.

She snapped her fingers arrogantly at the waitress for the check, although they had not yet ordered.

Dazey wanted to go cut off all of her hair and dye it black. She opened her poison ring and fished out a
suboxone, placing it under her tongue. The pill dissolved slowly, tasting faintly sweet, like a mild vitamin
C.

She had to have a cigarette.

It was going to be a long drive back to Calabasas.