Let me destroy your world.

I hold your hand, my head on your shoulder, your arm around my waist. Behind us, a shoe shatters through a window. There are feet pounding heavily across the roof, followed closely by the sound of shingles being ripped from their designated places. They clatter to the grass. Someone shrieks with laughter. I take a drag of my cigarette, you take a sip of your beer. A topless girl runs through the room giggling, dragging a hammer across the walls, leaving gaping destruction in her wake. A boy stumbles drunkenly after her, wearing only boxers, the beer in his hand spilling and sloshing up his arms, across his bare chest. A body jumps through the window we are facing, the glass falling like glistening rain, spreading through the room. The boy gets up, smiling, and runs away. Some sort of indie band is pounding from some stereo, somewhere in the house. I smell something burning. I light another cigarette. You hand me a beer and reach for another. Someone has set fire to the kitchen. You turn my head and kiss me, slowly. I lay my head back on your shoulder, absently brushing shards of glass from your pants. I inhale my cancer and close my eyes. Your hand moves from my waist to tangle in my hair. Somewhere, more glass is being destroyed. I hear a wall rip and collapse, followed by more laughter. I can taste the smoke from your cigarette drift across my face, your shoulder move as you exhale. I open my eyes in time to see the toilet be thrown through an external wall, blowing brick and drywall into the yard. A man follows it outside, a beer in one hand and a hammer in the other, with mirth dancing across his lips.
I close my eyes and take another drag; you take another sip.
Another window is broken. More drunken merriment. I smile.