Alright.. well I found this thing that I had written about 3 years ago now.. I was browsing through some of my old text files and came upon it... It's kind of stupid when I read over it again, and I cringe at some of the lame descriptions that are strung about, but I figured if I could post it anywhere, it would be here... So hey maybe if anyone likes it, I'll post some other chapters..
Chapter 1
The storm had started up in the early afternoon, but had since dissipated into a small rain shower. The sun could be seen going down behind some of the thinning clouds, and birds living high up in the treetops were chatting away with each other in a variety of chirps and whistles. The autumn wind was blowing around the fiery leaves, which had all but finished settling on the ground. Students walking back and forth from their classes on main campus were already dressing for the soon to come winter weather, with jeans and sweaters and large coats. Some wore hats to protect their ears, and others simply decided to wait until snow started falling before they insisted on wearing warmer clothing. Almost all of them had an umbrella for the evening rain.
A young girl of about 20 was hastily walking back to her apartment from class. She, unlike most people, neglected to bring an umbrella, yet the thought had never really crossed her mind to bring one. Her long blonde hair was almost soaked by now, as was her small leather jacket, and her jeans, which had dark speckles all over them from where the rain had hit. In her mouth she held an unlit cigarette, which she futilely tried to light several times in the rain. Pausing once more in her tracks to give the lighter a go, the flame simply wouldnt take to the cigarette, and she spit it out of her mouth and onto the pavement. Mumbling some obscenities under her breath, she began walking again until she reached the front door of her apartment, unlocked it, and went inside.
She slipped her shoes off at the front door and dropped her purse on the kitchen table. The kitchen was fairly modest, but her 3 other roommates had helped chip in the cost of a table and dishes and pots and pans. Regardless, there was an overwhelming sense of emptiness whenever she would walk into it, and she sighed as she briefly looked around. There were no lights on inside, so there probably wasnt anybody else there, and since it was starting to get dark outside, she went around the kitchen and the connected living room, turning on lamps.
The living room had much more of a womans touch to it, but she was not the person who decorated it. Two peach colored couches were set up in an L shape around the television, and an old wooden coffee table was set in front of them. On the coffee table, there was draped a cloth with frilled edges, and on top of it, stood a small bowl of potpourri and two large candles sitting in steel wire bases. There was a small mirror on one wall, a clock above the TV, along with several fake paintings, two by Salvador Dali, and another by Pollock. The paintings were a contribution of hers, for she loved the twisted realities that Dali could create on a canvas. She had studied art a bit in school, and found his work touched close to home with her. She did not, however, like Pollock very much at all. She felt he was a hack, but figured the picture was nice enough to hang for some other viewer to appreciate.
After she had finished brightening up the place, she turned to a small hallway on the far side of the room, and walked down it to her room, where she closed the door behind her. She slid her jacket off her arms and dropped it on the floor and flopped down on her bed deciding to just lie there for a while. She drew another cigarette out of the package in her pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag from it, closing her eyes as she did so and savoring it until her lungs were as filled as possible. She exhaled slowly, a cloud of smoke dancing overhead, and slowly spreading through the room. Opening her eyes, she sighed. Today had been a miserable one, as most were in her mind, and she wanted a little relief, a little get away time. She didnt have any pot left, and there was no money for beer. She finished her cigarette, put the butt in an ashtray on her nightstand and decided to fall asleep for a while.
Waking up only about an hour later, she sat up in bed, almost in a daze. She glanced over at the alarm clock next to her bed and sighed. About 7 oclock. Only just now had she decided to get out of her wet clothes, and after getting up and walking over to the closet, she found an old white tank top and pair of baggy flannel pants that she would often wear to bed. She slipped out of her jeans and shirt and slipped into those in place, leaving her wet clothes on the floor with her jacket. She went out into the living room, and seeing that nobody had returned yet, she picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times and a guy picked up the phone.
Hello?
Hey Its me.
Oh. Hey, hows it going?
Not to bad, she mumbled, which was usually a lie. Her voice was soft, but never very sweet. She wasnt a shy girl, and spoke softly not because she was scared of the voice on the other side of the line; she just never normally spoke in another manner. You wanna come over for a while?
Right now?
Yeah.
I dont know if I can I mean, I would love to, but I do have a lot to study for tonight.
Please? It would be a big favor for me.
I dont know. Maybe we could do something tomorrow night
Im horny, she said bluntly, and I need to fuck someone. I would much rather it be you. There was a pause on the other line. It was hard to say if he was pissed off or upset, or happy, or excited, or maybe a little bit of all of them.
Alright, He finally said, Ill be over in a little bit. And he hung up without saying goodbye. She put the phone back on the receiver and sat for a few minutes, lit another cigarette, and watched the rain fall down the window.
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She was becoming impatient. Sitting on one of the peach colored couches, she had finished two cigarettes, waiting for him to arrive. He seemed to be taking forever, and it was starting to get to her. The pattering of the rain on the window seemed to echo straight into her brain, and as she sat there, taking another drag on her cig, she curled up in a ball, bringing her legs close to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. She blew another puff of smoke from her lips and watched it curl into the air. Her roommates did not smoke, and did not take kindly to her doing it in the living room, but they werent here, and they could yell at her later if they wanted to.
The rain was becoming maddening. It was as if no other sound in the world existed at the moment, not even the sound of her heartbeat. She thought that if she were to scream out loud, she might not even hear her own voice. She was far to scared to see if she was right about that, and instead just brought the cigarette to her mouth once more and drew on it deeply as she had done earlier. With a certain fear in her eyes she glanced over at the window and watched the rain once more. Each drop that fell against the pane seemed to get louder and louder, and there was nowhere she could go to get away from it. Any room she ran to, or building, or even sitting outside, the pitter patter of rain would continue to dig its way into her brain.
She stood up suddenly and hastily walked into the kitchen, her eyes wide with terror, spitting out the rest of her cigarette into the sink, she opened up a sliding drawer and picked up a steak knife and held it in front of her. She studied it carefully, how the jagged blade curved up and then down like the waves of the ocean. She spun it in her hands and caressed the backside of the blade with her fingers; cool to the touch. This was the answer. The rain would stop with one slash of the blade she wouldnt have to hear it anymore. She closed her eyes and let the blade drop to her wrist where it poked at her lightly. And just as she was about to pull the knife forwards, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes opened suddenly, she dropped the knife on the floor and just stood there for a few moments. Staring straight ahead at the wall. There was another knock.
The door.
What?
Get the door.
Oh. Yeah. Clearing her thoughts briefly, she haphazardly walked to the door, stumbling a few times along the way, and finally opened it. On the other side, stood a young man of probably 18 or 19, tall, and built fairly well. His hair was short and brown, and currently wet, as was his fleece jacket and jeans. As her eyes first fell upon his presence, her heart thundered, and she shook violently as she went to embrace him. She was much shorter than he was, her head resting perfectly on his chest, and he smiled a bit as she clung to him.
Hey there. He chuckled, Its good to see you too Alex. She dare not cry in front of him, in fact, she wasnt even sure that this recent scare could even coax her to tears. It numbed her mind when she thought about what she was just going to do. It was like some sort of hazy dream that she had just woken up from.
It was just the rain you know. Stop being such a baby. Just looking for sympathy. Well you sure as hell arent going to get it from me.
Alex Hey, Alex, are you awake in there? Several minutes had passed, and she had been holding onto him tightly ever since. She was not the type of person who purposely displayed any type of weakness to anyone, even to him. She had met him last year when he was a freshman at this school. They met at the first and only party she had ever gone to, and they had hit it off fairly well. He was unlike her however, and was far more active in school life. While he frequented parties, went to football games and was a member of several on campus clubs and organizations, she refused to take part in anything like that. It was strange how well they got along, but he was a kind soul, and his love for her was more like that of a parent or sibling than a lover. He wished to take care of her, but it wasnt his place, and not in his abilities. Neither of them had admitted to that yet, however. She could talk to him, and he listened, and that was all either of them wanted right now aside from the sex.
Chapter 1
The storm had started up in the early afternoon, but had since dissipated into a small rain shower. The sun could be seen going down behind some of the thinning clouds, and birds living high up in the treetops were chatting away with each other in a variety of chirps and whistles. The autumn wind was blowing around the fiery leaves, which had all but finished settling on the ground. Students walking back and forth from their classes on main campus were already dressing for the soon to come winter weather, with jeans and sweaters and large coats. Some wore hats to protect their ears, and others simply decided to wait until snow started falling before they insisted on wearing warmer clothing. Almost all of them had an umbrella for the evening rain.
A young girl of about 20 was hastily walking back to her apartment from class. She, unlike most people, neglected to bring an umbrella, yet the thought had never really crossed her mind to bring one. Her long blonde hair was almost soaked by now, as was her small leather jacket, and her jeans, which had dark speckles all over them from where the rain had hit. In her mouth she held an unlit cigarette, which she futilely tried to light several times in the rain. Pausing once more in her tracks to give the lighter a go, the flame simply wouldnt take to the cigarette, and she spit it out of her mouth and onto the pavement. Mumbling some obscenities under her breath, she began walking again until she reached the front door of her apartment, unlocked it, and went inside.
She slipped her shoes off at the front door and dropped her purse on the kitchen table. The kitchen was fairly modest, but her 3 other roommates had helped chip in the cost of a table and dishes and pots and pans. Regardless, there was an overwhelming sense of emptiness whenever she would walk into it, and she sighed as she briefly looked around. There were no lights on inside, so there probably wasnt anybody else there, and since it was starting to get dark outside, she went around the kitchen and the connected living room, turning on lamps.
The living room had much more of a womans touch to it, but she was not the person who decorated it. Two peach colored couches were set up in an L shape around the television, and an old wooden coffee table was set in front of them. On the coffee table, there was draped a cloth with frilled edges, and on top of it, stood a small bowl of potpourri and two large candles sitting in steel wire bases. There was a small mirror on one wall, a clock above the TV, along with several fake paintings, two by Salvador Dali, and another by Pollock. The paintings were a contribution of hers, for she loved the twisted realities that Dali could create on a canvas. She had studied art a bit in school, and found his work touched close to home with her. She did not, however, like Pollock very much at all. She felt he was a hack, but figured the picture was nice enough to hang for some other viewer to appreciate.
After she had finished brightening up the place, she turned to a small hallway on the far side of the room, and walked down it to her room, where she closed the door behind her. She slid her jacket off her arms and dropped it on the floor and flopped down on her bed deciding to just lie there for a while. She drew another cigarette out of the package in her pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag from it, closing her eyes as she did so and savoring it until her lungs were as filled as possible. She exhaled slowly, a cloud of smoke dancing overhead, and slowly spreading through the room. Opening her eyes, she sighed. Today had been a miserable one, as most were in her mind, and she wanted a little relief, a little get away time. She didnt have any pot left, and there was no money for beer. She finished her cigarette, put the butt in an ashtray on her nightstand and decided to fall asleep for a while.
Waking up only about an hour later, she sat up in bed, almost in a daze. She glanced over at the alarm clock next to her bed and sighed. About 7 oclock. Only just now had she decided to get out of her wet clothes, and after getting up and walking over to the closet, she found an old white tank top and pair of baggy flannel pants that she would often wear to bed. She slipped out of her jeans and shirt and slipped into those in place, leaving her wet clothes on the floor with her jacket. She went out into the living room, and seeing that nobody had returned yet, she picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times and a guy picked up the phone.
Hello?
Hey Its me.
Oh. Hey, hows it going?
Not to bad, she mumbled, which was usually a lie. Her voice was soft, but never very sweet. She wasnt a shy girl, and spoke softly not because she was scared of the voice on the other side of the line; she just never normally spoke in another manner. You wanna come over for a while?
Right now?
Yeah.
I dont know if I can I mean, I would love to, but I do have a lot to study for tonight.
Please? It would be a big favor for me.
I dont know. Maybe we could do something tomorrow night
Im horny, she said bluntly, and I need to fuck someone. I would much rather it be you. There was a pause on the other line. It was hard to say if he was pissed off or upset, or happy, or excited, or maybe a little bit of all of them.
Alright, He finally said, Ill be over in a little bit. And he hung up without saying goodbye. She put the phone back on the receiver and sat for a few minutes, lit another cigarette, and watched the rain fall down the window.
-_________-
She was becoming impatient. Sitting on one of the peach colored couches, she had finished two cigarettes, waiting for him to arrive. He seemed to be taking forever, and it was starting to get to her. The pattering of the rain on the window seemed to echo straight into her brain, and as she sat there, taking another drag on her cig, she curled up in a ball, bringing her legs close to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. She blew another puff of smoke from her lips and watched it curl into the air. Her roommates did not smoke, and did not take kindly to her doing it in the living room, but they werent here, and they could yell at her later if they wanted to.
The rain was becoming maddening. It was as if no other sound in the world existed at the moment, not even the sound of her heartbeat. She thought that if she were to scream out loud, she might not even hear her own voice. She was far to scared to see if she was right about that, and instead just brought the cigarette to her mouth once more and drew on it deeply as she had done earlier. With a certain fear in her eyes she glanced over at the window and watched the rain once more. Each drop that fell against the pane seemed to get louder and louder, and there was nowhere she could go to get away from it. Any room she ran to, or building, or even sitting outside, the pitter patter of rain would continue to dig its way into her brain.
She stood up suddenly and hastily walked into the kitchen, her eyes wide with terror, spitting out the rest of her cigarette into the sink, she opened up a sliding drawer and picked up a steak knife and held it in front of her. She studied it carefully, how the jagged blade curved up and then down like the waves of the ocean. She spun it in her hands and caressed the backside of the blade with her fingers; cool to the touch. This was the answer. The rain would stop with one slash of the blade she wouldnt have to hear it anymore. She closed her eyes and let the blade drop to her wrist where it poked at her lightly. And just as she was about to pull the knife forwards, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes opened suddenly, she dropped the knife on the floor and just stood there for a few moments. Staring straight ahead at the wall. There was another knock.
The door.
What?
Get the door.
Oh. Yeah. Clearing her thoughts briefly, she haphazardly walked to the door, stumbling a few times along the way, and finally opened it. On the other side, stood a young man of probably 18 or 19, tall, and built fairly well. His hair was short and brown, and currently wet, as was his fleece jacket and jeans. As her eyes first fell upon his presence, her heart thundered, and she shook violently as she went to embrace him. She was much shorter than he was, her head resting perfectly on his chest, and he smiled a bit as she clung to him.
Hey there. He chuckled, Its good to see you too Alex. She dare not cry in front of him, in fact, she wasnt even sure that this recent scare could even coax her to tears. It numbed her mind when she thought about what she was just going to do. It was like some sort of hazy dream that she had just woken up from.
It was just the rain you know. Stop being such a baby. Just looking for sympathy. Well you sure as hell arent going to get it from me.
Alex Hey, Alex, are you awake in there? Several minutes had passed, and she had been holding onto him tightly ever since. She was not the type of person who purposely displayed any type of weakness to anyone, even to him. She had met him last year when he was a freshman at this school. They met at the first and only party she had ever gone to, and they had hit it off fairly well. He was unlike her however, and was far more active in school life. While he frequented parties, went to football games and was a member of several on campus clubs and organizations, she refused to take part in anything like that. It was strange how well they got along, but he was a kind soul, and his love for her was more like that of a parent or sibling than a lover. He wished to take care of her, but it wasnt his place, and not in his abilities. Neither of them had admitted to that yet, however. She could talk to him, and he listened, and that was all either of them wanted right now aside from the sex.