| He leaned against the white picket fence outside, as he lit up his cigarette. Her dark brown eyes roamed over the outline of his body. It was a bit chilly outside for July, but the taste of his smokes was worth a little chill. He saw her approach from out of the corner of his eyes, she was probably only fourteen. Her hair was a white blonde, he could tell that much, but he couldn’t really see her face. She pulled out a cigarette of her own (by her own, she meant her moms.) She had always wanted an excuse to talk to him. Knowing his dirty habit of smoking was an easy target.
“Can I borrow a light?” She asked, her voice was smooth like velvet. It took everything in him to not roll his eyes, as he took out his lighter.
He watched her in an amused state, as she tried not to choke on her smoke.
“I’m Addison.” He offered finally.
She blew out a puff of smoke, “I know. I’m Lacy.”
“Isn’t pass your bedtime?” He asked, glancing at his watch, it was slowly going on midnight.
“How many nineteen year olds do you know go to bed at midnight?” She asked in return.
He shrugged in reply, and took a long drag. She turned her head away from him as she took a tiny drag from her own cigarette. As he exhaled he studied her features in the street light, her cheek bones gave her the appearance of a tragic cherub. Her slightly full lips were coated with a gloss that made them shimmer under the light. When she looked at him again, her eyes looked black and surrounded with equally as dark full long lashes. Her skin looked almost deathly pale. She caught the dark haired male, with the bright blue eyes looking at her-he was quick to just shrug it off and look away. He dropped his cigarette onto the cement, and shoved his hands in his pockets. She still had half of hers to go, he knew she didn’t smoke-girls like her weren’t into that stuff. She was just letting it slowly burn away. He stood up straight, and just nodded his head at her. He didn’t want Lacy to know that he wanted to hang around her a bit longer.
He liked the way she tried to stand in a pose that didn’t seem awkward, he could tell she didn’t know what to do with her smoke. He almost laughed at the way she looked at it, like it was alive and an actual monster. He looked away completely for her sake, and he could hear her shoes scrapping against the cement. He looked back at her, in time to see the cigarette ground up. She slid her hands into her back pockets, causing her pants to lower down her slim hips a little more. Addison stared at the trail of stars tattooed on her hips, the stars disappeared to where her pants covered.
“Do you want to go get some coffee, or is it past your bedtime?” She asked, smirking at him.
He shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”
She rolled her eyes at him as she passed him to walk down the sidewalk. He tried not to appear eager to follow the girl with the snow coloured hair. She could hear the sound of his shoes on the pavement behind her, as it echoed off the silent streets. They both entered a seedy looking dinner that was open twenty four hours. It was almost empty, except the cops enjoying coffees, and the waitress. They sat near the back and ordered coffees. As the waitress sat their coffees down, both thanked her.
Addison stretched his legs out, and sat with his against the wall. Lacy curled up and looked out the window as she waited for her coffee to cool down. He took his smokes out and offered Lacy one, she hesitated before taking one from him. He lit his own, then hers. She struggled not to cough, and to appear cool as her throat burned. He sipped on his coffee as she started talking.
“It’s stupid. . .right? I mean, how can they tell me what is right and what isn’t.” She said, pausing to take a drag from her cigarette. It was becoming increasingly easier for her to get used to the taste and feeling it gave her. She hesitated on speaking again, he was just sitting there, and he wasn’t responding to her.
He could actually tell under full lights, she looked more like a fallen angel rather than a cherub. Her features were more mature than he had expected, and her eyes were a chocolate colour. He watched the way her mouth moved as she spoke about some show she went to, he was pretty sure she had said Motion City Soundtrack. Lacy was using big words to describe the show, she knew her height gave her a look of a kid. Addison knew she was trying to impress him, she didn’t even need to bother. The fact she was no longer trying to let her smoke waste away on it’s own, was enough for him. He hadn’t realized she stopped talking, when she had caught him staring at her face.
He looked away from her and put out his cigarette. She took one final and long drag from hers and put hers out afterwards. They went through endless cups of coffee. Her talking and him not even listening half of the time. Picking up the odd part. By this point she was telling him about some ‘Sally’ girl, he couldn’t take it-finally uttering words after three hours, “Shut up.”
She looked at him with a slightly stunned look upon her face, he sighed and looked into his cup, “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever.” She said looking away from him finally, and turning her attention to the view outside the window. The streets were empty, and slick with the shine of rain.
The waitress came over and asked if they wanted refills, he nodded yes in response. Lacy finally nodded her head, she didn’t know why she was being a bitch to the waitress. She wasn’t the one that told her to shut up. She poured her sugar in, she knew he wanted the sugar, so she hogged it as long as she could. She instantly regretted it as she took a large gulp of her coffee. Her mouth was probably full of cavities from that one mouthful alone. She just kept stirring her coffee with her spoon. Addison suddenly realized why he didn’t hang out with random girls, they were too sensitive for him. But with cheekbones like that how could he pass up this girl.
Lacy hated silence, but she was worried if she said something, he’d end up leaving. She didn’t even have to bother saying anything he spoke up, “It’s late. I have to get up early.”
“Oh, right. O-o-o-of course.” Lacy replied, stumbling over her words.
He tossed some bills onto the table and they left together. She just followed, he was walking in a direction she had never taken before. They were cutting through the park, the silence was killing her. She didn’t dare talk, so she let her hand “accidentally” graze Addison’s a few times. He sighed, breaking the silence between them finally.
“Lacy, stop it.” He said looking at her.
“Stop what?” she asked innocently.
“This.”
“I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“We both know, it would never go beyond this.”
“We don’t know that.” She whispered.
“Yes. . .we do.” he insisted, she sighed in reply and they continued to walk.
He finally stopped where they had first met, she stood there looking up at him. He wanted to touch her blonde strands to see if they felt as silky as they looked under the limited amount of light. But that would be wrong, he reminded himself. He told her it was wrong for her try to push things, so why would it be okay for him to do it. She licked her lips, and gave him a stare that she hoped screamed kiss me. She didn’t think he was that interested in her, and she was okay with it not going pass this at this moment.
He leaned in close to the petit blonde, she tried not to show her excitement. He looked at her lips and then whispered into her ear, “ Smoking doesn’t look good on you, quit while you’re ahead. See you around, angel.”
She bit her lip, as his lips grazed her cheek as he pulled away, her ear felt tingly from his breath. She watched him walk off and disappear into the shadows. She kicked the ground and walked back to her house. He watched her walk back as he leaned against and tree. Sighing heavily, he was glad it wouldn’t make it beyond this point. He didn’t think he could handle it. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| It’s late-past midnight-and I’m standing out here like an idiot without a jacket just to have a smoke. The sky is clear except for the odd cloud strolling across the moon. That’s when she comes storming out of the large but dimly lit buildings. Her heels making an awful clicking noise as she clearly angrily paces back and forth. I doubt she even noticed me standing there watching her. Then she stops, I think she’s noticed me so I decided to go back in to avoid being yelled at. I doubt she would spare bystanders. But instead she just sits down on a bench and starts to cry. Really loud sobs, and I don’t know what to do.
“Uh, hey you okay?” I finally decided to speak up.
Her head snapped up so quickly I thought it would break, and she’s staring at me with wide eyes and a horrified expression on her face. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t think-know any one was out here.” she stood up quickly looking frazzled.
“No, it’s fine. I can go.” I offered, with my cigarette in my mouth, I search my pockets for any form of tissues. I finally find a clean one and hand it to her.
Her eyes are focussed on my hands for a few seconds before she take the tissue and wipes her running mascara off her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’ve just had a really bad week.”
“Oh, I’m sure in a few days it’ll seem like nothing. It couldn’t have been that bad.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, my cat only got ran over by a car, the building my new apartment is in burned down in a freak accident, my fiancé left me at the altar two days ago because he ‘doesn’t love’ me any more, and just to top off this lovely week he’s in there now with his new girlfriend. But you’re right, I mean, in a few days this will just be an episode of Friends.” Her brown eyes were burning into me with such anger.
I wish I had never even spoke to her, I should have just ran when I had the chance. Then she started to cry again, “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, the third time in the last eight minutes she said those two words to me, “Do you believe in karma. . “ she trailed off.
“Joe.” I finished for her.
“Joe. I’m Sarah. Well, do you?” She asked, her face was now raw from how hard she was wiping at it, and I had no idea what to say. There were many answers, and I think she only was looking for the right one.
“Do you?” I asked.
“Kind of. I mean, clearly I have written one too many mean reviews that this is the karma god way of getting back at me.” She hiccuped. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Angel and Airwaves - The Adventure | | Security: | | | Subject: | The Coffee Shop | | Time: | 05:01 pm |
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| “I don’t like to brag. .but. . Jesse Lacey totally came in here. And he was like, “hey.” and I was all, “Hey, what’s up?” and he was like, “Nothing.” and I said, “Cool. Same here.” and he’s all, “Wanna make out?” and I was like ‘Hell yeah!’ but inside, outside I said, “Pfft, sure, whatever.” and then we made out.” I said wiping down the tables.
“You are such a liar. That did not happen Martina.” My boss Keiko pointed out.
Rachel was making kiss faces at Keiko’s back for extra affect.
“It totally did!” I exclaimed, my hands resting on my hips.
“You and Jesse Lacey did not make out on our counter top.” Keiko replied, pouring coffee beans into the grinder.
“I’d make out with Jesse Lacey.” Rachel sighed, leaning against the counter.
“The eyes, right?” I asked.
“Totally.” Rachel beamed at me.
“You two are pathetic. Stop encouraging her Rachel.”She replied, pointing at me for emphasis.
“Besides, if you and Jesse made out on our counter. Ben Folds and I did it in the backroom.” Keiko said with a shrug.
“Go right ahead and lie. As long as your fictional sex wasn’t on my favourite chair.”
“Oh, so Ben and I’s sex is fictional. . but you and Jesse’s bond is real, huh?”
“As real as the day is long.” I replied, walking behind the counter.
“Days are measured by hours not yards.” Rachel said, a confident smile on her face.
I glanced at Keiko, she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me in amusement. I said nothing but ruffled Rachel’s blonde hair.
“I’m off. I have a date tonight!” I couldn’t conceal my excitement.
“Oooh, the boy from the dating site?” Rachel asked.
“The very one.”
“So. .when you don’t show up for work, I can safely assume that you’re chopped up inside his freezer. And he will be eating you for supper tomorrow night?” Keiko asked.
“Chop Martina!” Rachel giggled. At this point it was safe to assume that Rachel had breathed in one to many fumes from cleaning supplies. I just slowly nodded my head before taking off my apron and slipped out from behind the counter.
“Goodnight ladies. Try not to kill each other.” I said, waving.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Rachel yelled at me, before flinging her rail thin body at Keiko and hugging the taller dark haired girl tightly. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The very moment the guy, who you believe to be the best looking guy at your school, gives you the nod and smile could really either make high school the best or the worst four years of your life. What do you do? I do the casual checking if the hair is okay, and the what I believe to be the casual glance at your surroundings. Nothing is worse than you thinking you are on the receiving end of the smile and nod, but it turns out the pretty girl who you sit with in Chemistry class is getting the smile and nod. But alas, no one is behind you to receive the smile and nod; which is when you are me you begin to grin like an idiot, because your brain has become paralysed with all the moronic thoughts you produced in those few seconds.
“Hey Hannah, can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks, leaning casually on the table.
I didn’t even notice him walk over, clearly this boy is Clark Kent, and I am Gilligan.
“Yes.” I stand up and follow him to a more secluded area of the cafeteria.
“I know this is really last minute,” He starts slowly, and by last minute I know he means the winter formal. I try to wipe the deer in head lights look off my face, “But I was wondering, do you know if Lauren has a date to the formal?”
A large amount of feelings hit me all at once, of course, shock isn’t really one of them. Of course, he’d ask about Lauren. Who doesn’t want to date her? I tried to not let the sadness show on my face though, “Uh, I honestly don’t know Ian.”
“Oh, well, if you see her, let her know I’m looking for her, will ya?”
“Yeah, sure.” I reply through clenched teeth.
“Awesome. See ya around kid.” He says, smacking me lightly in the arm. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The party was in full swing, people were gathered everywhere. “Your Song” by Elton John was filling up the room, but didn’t cover the murmuring of people’s voices. I smiled at the man across the room, not only were his green eyes smiling back at me, but he was too. I started to cross the room when I froze in my spot, my smile melting off my face. Of all people I wanted to see, he was not one of them. He shyly stared at me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. I glanced at Wes, his green eyes stared back at me in confusion, and I sighed inwardly. I gave him a reassuring smile and walked towards the boy smiling shyly at me.
“Outside.” I said as I passed him.
“Sarah. .” he trailed off once we were outside in the late fall air.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped.
“I-I uh, I came to see you.” He stuttered.
“Leave.” I replied, pointing towards where cars were lined up one after the other.
“I just, I need to say something.” He was chewing on his lips, as he struggled with his words.
“Please-“
“I love you, Sarah.” He yelled over me, cutting me off.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t do what?” He asked, his eyes were filled with sheer desperation.
I looked around me, and down the empty sidewalk. The trees were stripped of colour, and most of the leaves now adorned the ground waiting to be stepped on.
“This. Don’t do this Vince. I’m-“
“Getting married. .I know.” He whispered.
“Just leave.” I said.
“I can’t. You know I could never actually leave.” He sighed.
Remember your first love? The one who you let go, because it seemed right. Because you wanted only the best for them, and by breaking it off that was the best thing? That was what I did for Vince. He was always more than the small town we grew up in, he was smart, he was better. And he knew it. He always knew it. A few years passed by, and I moved on. I met a new boy, who was made for small towns, who had dreams of making it work here.
“But you did.”
“You made me.”
“Because I knew you were better! You were always better than small town life; you had dreams and goals! Towns like these don’t let dreams like yours exist!” I yelled at him. I was pretty sure we had drawn a crowd to the window.
“Then come with me.” He replied, after a few moments of silence.
“This isn’t high school any more, Vincent. This is real life. I have a job, I have a life here, a fiancé.”
“Do you love him?” He asked me, not allowing me to look away.
“Of course I do.”
“Let me rephrase that for you Sarah, are you in love with him?” Vince asked.
“Yes.” I replied, not skipping a beat.
“Why?”
“Just go.” I replied, avoiding his question. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The basement was dark, and The Cure was playing softly filling up the corners of the room. My eyes were adjusted to the dark, and I could easily spot the motionless bodies strewn across the floor. Some in sleeping bags, some on top of each other. I could feel the weight of his body pressing against mine as he faced the back of the couch, while I was exposed to everything else. I could only smell his cologne. He always wore too much. My eyes shifted from the lifeless bodies on the floor to the wall, the minimal light coming from outside showed off the posters on the wall. He hated hockey but he preferred to have those posters up than the cold brick walls. I slowly sat up, and stretched my muscles. I glanced over my shoulder, he was still motionless as I stood up and crept over people, and around empty cans of beer and bottles of pop. I froze as I stepped on an empty bag of chips, the crinkling noise taking over the music. Everything was still as I continued up the stairs and out of the house. The winter air bit at any exposed skin, as I walked the three blocks to my place. The realization I had forgot my keys in my house dawned on me as I stood on the front steps. I sat down and sighed. I closed my eyes and turned my face towards the sky.
“You could have at least said bye.” A voice softly called out to me.
I opened my eyes, as I watched him stand there in his jeans that were a little too tight, and in his grey knitted sweater that I hated so much.
“I needed to get home,” I replied, “But I locked myself out.”
“Of course.” Was his response, as he sat down beside me.
I rolled my eyes at him, as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, “You still could’ve said bye.” He added on.
That was what I really hated about him; he couldn’t let things go. He had to keep beating the dead horse. “Stop it.” I said flatly.
“Stop what?” He asked, his dark eyebrows raised at me.
I didn’t look at him, instead I just stared at the light coating of snow that covered everything. He knew what I meant, and that is why it never went beyond friends with us. He leaned his forehead against my cheek, and it felt like it was on fire compared to my cold skin. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | There were few things Patrick actually knew about the girl next door. They had grown up next to each other, but never spoke. When they were kids she never played with other kids, she often sat on her front door step watching with her blue eyes full of curiosity. Now as he stared down at her, she was laying outside in a hammock staring at the sky. A rather large white cat lying on her petit (if not slightly chubby) frame. The things he could tell you about her that he had acquired over the years were; she only seemed to go out at night or when it was raining, if he had happened to leave his bedroom window open at the same time as her, he could tell you that she listened to classical music. And if he happened to glance out his bedroom window (which conveniently was across from hers) it wasn’t that rare that she would be dancing to some foreign musical playing on the tiny TV in her bedroom. He could also tell you that he knew she was an only child, but that was it. He wasn’t even sure what she could tell you about him as they had never spoken to one another. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I stood in the hallway staring at the thick door in front of me. My legs felt numb even though I was sure my knees were vibrating from nerves. I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my jeans to prevent myself from chewing my fingers off my hand, and also so I wouldn’t knock on his door when I wasn’t even close to being ready. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready. I started to walk off, but changed my mind and came back. I hesitated before taking my hand out of my pocket, only to quickly shove it back into my pocket and turn to walk away. His door swung open, and I froze in my spot.
“Violet. This is quite a surprise.” He was squinting at me.
My mouth felt dry, and my tongue felt like it was suddenly twenty pounds and I could barely lift it, “I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to borrow some stuff from you.” I finally replied, it sounded even rehearsed to me.
“Sure.” He mumbled, moving away from the door so I could come in.
No lights were on and the curtains were drawn, and as usual it smelt faintly of stale Doritos and cigarette smoke. It smelt like this when he had first moved in even. His guitar was lying on the floor and sheets of paper littered the entire room. Covering the floor and tables like a blanket of snow. The TV was the only thing on; it illuminated our outlines casting our shadows on the wall. They loomed over us as I finally looked at him, his dark hair was ruffled slightly, and his brown eyes looked dazed. He was shirtless, and I was pretty sure at this point his pants weren’t done up fully. I blushed and tried to look away. I wasn’t capable of that for some reason, so I settled on letting my eyes focus on the tattoos covering his arms.
“So, what did you want to borrow?” He asked as he rubbed a hand over his face.
“Just some CDs.” I wouldn’t look at him; he’d know I was lying.
“Which ones?”
“Oh you know, just some. CDs.” I mumbled.
“Okay, fess up, why’d you come?” he asked me, his arms crossed.
I sat on his couch without asking, “She sent me.”
She is being my older sister and his former flame. She was the type of girl who they wrote all those what not to do in a relationship books about. They had split up a couple of weeks ago, but Nikki was in denial and refusing to believe someone would dump her.
“I didn’t realize you were Nikki’s lackey.” Not a letter in that simple sentence was free from bitterness.
“It’s not like that.” I sulked.
He sat next to me with a sigh; he leaned back into the couches cushions staring at the shadows in front of us. I leaned back into the couch as well, and stared at what he was staring at. Although I’m sure we were both seeing different things. The room was eerily quiet, I’m pretty sure the TV was on mute, and nothing seemed to be moving. I focused on my breathing so that I wouldn’t interrupt the atmosphere around us.
“Let’s just go. Leave.” I whispered finally.
“And do what?” He asked me, he was staring at me now.
“Be someone else. Me not Nikki’s baby sister, and you not being one of her many ex’s.” I replied still staring at the moving shadows as they danced over everything. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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