Bare with this story, it evolves like a butterfly. Slowly. Excuse the grammer and spelling errors. I'm looking for a BETA. If you're interested leave me one. Enjoy. nd Review.

FLAME:

Frog Boy, though Becca. He’s a frog boy. Becca sat for a few more minutes, enduring the tongue that Frog Boy was sticking down her throat. She pulled away, muttering about needing a cigarette. She fumbled in her purse for a box. When she finally got a cigarette she discovered she had no lighter.

“Shit,” Becca dumped the contents of her purse out on her lap. Keys, 10 one dollar bills, cell phone, empty wallet, pack of cigarettes, pack of nicotine gum (unopened) and a condom; but no lighter. “Hey, do you have a lighter?”

Froggie pulled a lighter out of his pocket and flicked it open. Becca took a drag of her cigarette, savoring the taste before slowly exhaling. She passed the cigarette to Fogger.

‘No thanks, I don’t smoke,” he pushed her hand away.

“How do you not smoke?” Becca blew the smoke into his face.

“Well my grandfather used to smoke those big fat cigars and well he died last year. Because of lung cancer and, -“

Becca looked out into the smoky living room. The party is just getting started, people are beginning to pair off! And here I am stuck with Froggie... dammit what is his name? Wow, it’s cold in here; did someone turn the air on?

“Are you all right?” Frog Boy leaned in. “You look pale.”

“It’s freezing in here,” Becca rubbed her arms.

“It’s no wonder you’re freezing, you’re practically naked,” Frog Boy laughed.

“I’m wearing leather pants not nothing!”

“Yeah, but your shirt is like and inch of cloth and fishnet. Not that I mind.”

“I wasn’t cold before. Now I am,” Becca rubbed her hands together and blew on them. “Of course you don’t mind. I look hot.”

“Have my jacket,” he took his jacket off and wrapped it around Becca’s shoulders.

“Thanks a lot, umm...” Dammit what is his name?!

“David,” Frog Boy smiled.

“David,” Becca looked around, eyes settling everywhere but on him. “If you don’t smoke why do you have a lighter?”

“So when sexy girls ask me for a light I can provide them with one,” he grinned. “It’s a joke. I’m a pyro, and addict.”

Mhm,” a pyro who doesn’t smoke, impossible.

“It is possible. While fire amuses me, smoking is unhealthy.”

Are you reading my thoughts? “Are you reading my thoughts?”

“No it’s just what most people believe,” David was staring straight at her, eyes never wavering. “Fire is the perfect lover. Beautiful, controllable and doesn’t cheat.”

“But you can’t fuck fire, so it’s not a lover,” Becca looked around, still searching. “You’d need a girl for that.”

“I can get girls to give me physical pleasure and sex. Fire gives me a different kind of pleasure, and it doesn’t break my heart,” David’s eyes glazed over.

This guy is a nut case. He’s even more messed up then I am.

“So what is your story?” David was back and focused on Becca.

“My story?”

“Yeah, the reason you’re wasting your youth at some party. Everyone here is here for some reason or another.”

“This is what youth does. It’s fun,” Becca put her cigarette out on the table, leaving a scar. “That’s my story.”

“No that’s you excuse,” David rubbed his finger on the burn mark. He leaned in and kissed Becca. His lips were sweet, gentle but strong; Becca felt the kiss throughout her body. “You’re beautiful. Good-bye.”

Becca watched as he walked away. “Why are you here? What’s your story?” Becca yelled at his receding back.

What a weird guy. Not that he’s gone let us get this party started. Becca fixed her hair and stood, she stalked over to the drink table and poured herself some punch. Drinking it she scanned the room for her next victim, or lover.

About 45 minutes later Becca was in a bedroom with a man whose name she didn’t remember, all she knew was that her was good, and didn't talk to her about lung cancer. Actually the only thing he had said was “hey, wanna get a room.” Then there was a loud bang, and screams. The man leapt up and pulled his shirt on and zipped his pants, he ran out of the room.

Becca pulled her pants on, falling as she tried to run. She looked out the window at all the people running from the flames. Holy shit, thought Becca, it’s on fire. The house is in fire.

Becca grabbed David’s jacket and ran downstairs. Looking around she saw the kitchen and foyer; both consumed by the flames. Damn! The exit is blocked; how am I going to get out? How did this happen?

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Becca spun around, tears rolling down her face.

“David? Why?”

“To make her pay, she rejected me,” a grin appeared on her face, he looked like one possessed. “The girl I loved sent me away. She came here with some muscled guy, like he could offer her anything I had.”

“But why all this fire?”

“She hated fire, feared it. I loved her so I stopped. I didn’t look at fire for the whole three months we were together,” the grin was gone. In its place was a look so melancholy that Becca was compelled to move toward him.

“So you killed her?”

“No I scared her. I brought back her memories of being burned. I gave her new nightmares,” Becca was disgusted.

“So you are torturing this poor girl because she broke up with you? That’s sick.”

“She destroyed me Becca. She ripped out my heart. I loved her, I would have died for her,” he stared off into the distance, Becca’s face grew thoughtful. “We could sit and just here each others thoughts; and when we kissed-“

“-You could here the fireworks and you felt like you two were the only ones who existed.”

“Yeah, how did you know that?”

“I had one of those once, Brian. I loved him. We had been going out for two months,” Becca paused and licked her lips. “He was my first and he said I was his. After that I never heard from him again.”

“You know what it’s like the, to be empty inside, to have a black whole where your heart should be.”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t use fire to forget.”

“Oh and what, your partying will make it go away? Going out and getting wasted. Sleeping around and doing drugs won’t help you forget,” they stared at each other. Becca shuddered as tears coursed down her face.

“He never called me, not even to end it,” David wrapped his arms around Becca.

“I know.”

“What did I do, was I not desirable enough? None of the other guys seemed to feel that way.”

“It’s all right.”

“I don’t know; all my drinking and drugs, all the sex, it only made me forget temporarily. But when I woke up, hungover and alone, I remembered.”

There was a crash as a wall collapsed. Becca and David snapped back to reality; they were almost completely surrounded by fire. Glancing at each other they made a dun for it. Once they cleared they kept running, deaf to the cries of the partygoers on the lawn.

David was leading, he ran on instinct, straight toward the beach. They collapsed on the sand, panting. Side by side they lay. Eventually Becca noticed a stinging on her chest. She looked down and saw blood. Her shirt was soaked through and she could just make out the outline on a scrape standing out like fire on her pale skin.

“Fuck,” David turned his head toward her. “I cut myself.”

“How bad is it?”

“I’m bleeding pretty heavily,” David stood her up and walked her toward the showers.

“Take my jacket and your shirt off so I can clean it,” Becca complied. “Ow, that looks nasty.

Becca gritted her teeth as the water hit the cut. He’s so gentle and caring. Wow, he is really sweet. His eyes are green, very pretty.

“Your eyes are green, they remind me of emeralds. Not that I’ve ever seen an emerald, well, but.” Becca blushed as she stopped her ramblings. David remained concentrated on his task of washing the cut that diagonally crossed Becca’s chest.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,” they were silent as David finished cleaning the cut.

“All right, you should be fine,” he stood back and looked at her. “Though, I wish I had some gauze.”

Becca, looking around saw a First Aid Kit. She walked over and looked through it for some gauze. Holding it up she smiled. David taped the gauze over the cut. They walked back to the sand. David began to gather wood and pile it together. Becca stared at the ocean thinking.

It’s about time I forgot about Brian. This whole party shit is going to kill me. Or the smoking is going to. Damn him to hell. NO! Forget about him. Move on, let go, chill. Becca reached into her jacket, or rather David’s jacket pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. She walked over to the trash can and threw them in. She looked back and saw David watching the fire burn. He turned and tossed her the lighter.

“It’s out of fluid,” he called as he turned back to the ocean.

Becca tried the lighter and grinned. The flame was huge, she tossed it into the garbage.

They sat down next to the fire and stared out at the ocean, Becca’s head on David’s shoulder; David’s arm around Becca. They watched as the sun rose, lighting the horizon in a fire of pink and orange.