This is more stressful than writing my tinder bio.. I dabble in fiction.
A Series: Chapter 15.5
You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I feel Like a Millionaire by Queens of the Stone Age plays from a speaker in Steve's apartment, the screaming rock blasting in and off the walls. Three shots are poured and three shots are taken by Steve, Warren and Larry who are all dressed up nicely. Larry the only one of the three pairing his dress shirt with a tie. Standing around the table in the kitchen Warren pours another round of whiskey shots and both Steve and Larry are drinking beer jamming out to the music "This song gets me fucking going" Larry says interrupting his singing along. Those are poured and the boys cheers and take them Steve gags from the brown and quickly chugs the rest of his beer while Larry laughs at him. Warren pulls out his phone, telling them he's ordering an Uber "I'm so pumped" he tells them excitedly and they start to get ready to go. Larry gets his coat on and looks over at Steve "Were also happy to be celebrating your interview with you Stevie" "Exactly and no better way than seeing some big tits dance on a pole. I think I'm gonna meet my future wife tonight, I can feel it in the air" Warren says slipping a pair of dress shoes on "It's a celebration bitches" Steve yells laughing "Maybe we can request that song? Do strippers take requests?" Steve asks as the three boys stumble out the door and head outside...
A Series: Chapter 12
Let's Go All The Way by Sly Fox plays on the radio and Steve steps out of the Uber, his dress shoes feeling light as a feather when it touches the sidewalk. Larry and Warren soon follow him out, all of them wearing suits (minus ties) looking dapper on a Saturday. Each of them taking time to adjust their fits (watch straps, lifting the blazer collar, etc) before heading into the bar like movie stars. "Okay we should have gone to a club" Larry says looking around the bar which is completely empty "That's on me" not even the bartender in sight "And not at 4pm" Warren adds.
A Bad Writer's Limbo
I'm sitting in my apartment downtown that I can't afford staring at the wall while Speaking In Tongues plays loudly off the surround sound speakers that I didn't buy. Just staring at the wall listening, it's Sunday and I'm not doing anything, I have only $30 in my bank account. Buy food? I haven't eaten in two days. Buy cigarettes? My hands are shaking without having one. I go stand by my balcony door and move the curtain looking down on the street. It's just becoming spring, it's nice to see the sun heating away the last remaining piles of snow. I feel like those piles as they melt away into nothing... it's time for me to disappear.
A Series: Chapter 13
In Marshall's apartment, Steve is sitting on the couch next to Marshall drinking vodka-crams, Warren is sitting on the floor also drinking and Larry is across of Warren sitting on a chair, all of them watching the television. "So that's your best line; 'I really love this song?'" Marshall says to Larry laughing "It tells her that I like music and have quality taste" Larry responds upset "Yet it never works" Warren chimes in "It works!" Larry snaps back "Right, yet it never works when other people are around. I mean, don't worry his girlfriend goes to a different school guys" Steve says laughing making the others laugh too "Right" Larry says smiling and sipping a drink. The front door opens and Kate walks in holding a few bags, Marshall immediately gets up and walks over "Hey babe how's your day?" he says and grabs the bags she is holding "Busy. I've been running errands all day" she gives Marshall a kiss "Did you get a chance to run to the grocery store?" she asks and looks around the room, seeing the boys in the apartment watching the television and empties on the table, also seeing the grocery list she left for Marshall in the exact place she left it on the entry table "Never mind" she says shrugging it off disappointed, moving into the kitchen which is separated by a counter from the living room. She waves to the guys but gives the finger to Larry "I'm sorry I'm sorry we just needed a place to hangout. I haven't seen the guys in a while anyway" Marshall says quietly in the kitchen "But why here?" Kate looks over at Steve "Steve, why aren't you in your apartment doing this?" "Um...there is a complication" Steve says back. "Pardon?" "Well, I have a girl over but she won't leave. I told her I have work as an excuse but she kinda shrugged it off, and like got in my shower. So, then I was like 'ok ok' but then she came out after and put my shirt on and started watching me play Fifa. So, I came here after telling her I need to step out. It's been three hours and I think she's still there...should I be scared?" Steve says to Kate. "Yeah it's a real problem Kate" Larry says not looking at her "Fuck off Lawrence" she replies not looking at him "Your life is rough now Steve. Must suck having women wanting to sleep with you" Warren says "What? didn't you guys hook up last weekend, I thought you saw some girls after I left?" Steve asks
Waking up in the rhythm of the day, each morning like the one before. Rising up from the same small bed in the same small bedroom in the same small apartment. Showering with the same bottles of shampoo and body wash, drying himself with the same towel and eating the same toast. Joe gets dressed in the same outfit. A white button-down shirt with a dark brown tie tied with the same knot every day with the same black dress pants and with the same black dress shoes. It's always cold in the wintertime so he grabs his jacket from the coat rack, picking up his suitcase he steps out of his apartment, locking it with the one key on his key ring. The light in the small hallway is flickering, something different. The light always shines too bright but not this time. Outside walking down the street, some cars driving by, streets buses stopping and going, some shops starting to open up. It's still dark this early in the morning. Joe with his face down down on his chin using his overcoat collar to shield him from the chill and slight gusts of wind. He steps into the same coffee shop he always go's to. The bell on the door ringing, moving his head up from his coat he approaches the counter. "Good morning, Jane" Joe says "Good morning, Joe" Jane says giving him a smile "The usual?" she asks knowing the answer to the question. Jane then gives him his black coffee and Joe pays with a five-dollar bill, dropping the change in the tip jar before heading out back into the cold streets, his coffee will keep one hand warm. Still walking down the sidewalk for a few more blocks Joe finally arrives at the bus shelter. He sets down his briefcase and sips his coffee. While waiting for the bus a woman in a red coat approaches the shelter (something that is also different) and stands on the far side of it, also waiting for the bus. The bus arrives. Joe gets on the bus. So does she, the woman in the red coat. Sitting near the back Joe is looking out the bus widow as it drives down the street. Though there are plenty of people on the bus Joe can see the woman in the red coat from where he is sitting, her back towards him. The bus eventually comes to a stop, and Joe gets off at this stop. The same spot he gets off at everyday. The bus stops outside a large building home to an array of grey cubicles. Many cubicles and very few offices. Joe sits down in his after walking the many rows of others to finally reach his workspace. On his desk is; a desktop computer, a mug holding three pens and one pencil, a mouse pad and a mouse. Also, a poster to his right with a kitten holding onto a branch with "Hang In There" written in bold black letters (every cubicle has this poster) Joe sits down on his grey swivel chair and places his briefcase on the desk, opening it and pulling out papers, folders, and papers in folders. Setting all of them on his desk, he begins working. The day is gone because the night has come. Joe is standing outside his office building in the cold, slightly shivering while waiting for the bus. It comes. He gets on it, but it is busy, so he has to stand. Looking around the bus he sees the woman in the red coat, sitting down in the spot he was in this morning. Finally, the bus arrives at the shelter and he steps off the bus from the front exit and the woman in the red coat steps off from the rear. He pauses slightly taking a breath before walking home, the woman in the red coat walks away too, in the other direction. Joe walking down the street, the same side of the sidewalk he walks everyday and every night, passing by the coffee shop at the same time every night. He looks through the window of the shop and sees Jane, wiping the counter (as usual) and keeps walking back to his apartment. The light in the hallway is still flickering as he opens the door with his key. Entering the the room, he sets down his briefcase, takes off his coat and hangs it, removes his shoes, loosens his tie and walks into the small bedroom, laying down on the bed he stares up at the ceiling.
Your Son is in The Yacht Club
It's ironic and also disgusting that I'm re-reading Lolita, I need to clear my head and not cave into an urge when this young woman arrives for the weekend. I'm lying on my bed in boxers, the sheets I changed a few days ago, reading every page twice. I'm lonely but that's okay because my sheets have been keeping me company, I thought it was a good idea to start doing my own laundry, not letting Mother know what I've been doing in my free time in my room with the door closed. I don't watch porn, I don't look at naked pictures, I don't even use my imagination, just the words off pages in books, the pictures painted for my pleasure. I forget the name but I recently read a book and a woman was on a beach alone in her bikini and it wasn't sunny. It was cloudy, windy, not chilly but humid even without the sun... I'm still reading, and my hand moves down my own body, but I stop it. Everything in this moment feels like a Tyler The Creator video. I get up and walk over slow and turn the record player off. I'm looking out the window that overlooks the driveway of the beach house. Large hedges on both sides, gravel leading down to the road, cars in the circle lot. No new ones yet though. I do not throw on a shirt when I walk over to the dresser that's holding my clothes inside up against the plaid wallpaper. Tacky. I hear voices after I close my eyes for a few minutes still standing, hearing the car she's in pulling in. The company got out, said hello as I watched from the window. Taking out their expensive luggage from their expensive car and she got out too. Headphones, sunglasses on. Bikini on, it was black like the one that woman wore in the story, she even had a towel wrapped around her waist. But it was her large breasts that caught my attention, they seemed as to be the size of the suitcases, if I grabbed them would it be considered helping? I heard the voices in the house now, I looked myself over in the mirror in my room before going down, what did I see? I walk down the spiral steps slow, the conversation getting louder as I approach from above. The first thing I see is her blonde thick hair tied up while her face is looking at her phone glued to it like I want to be glued to her chest. I said my hellos to her mother and has the only man in the house at the time (the other being on the yacht) I grabbed their bags, me and the nymphet did not speak yet but I noticed she looked at my shorts, I looked at her and she smiled, I said hello, she said hello back as she followed me to her room. I put her bags down, I left the room. Walked into my room and put pants on. I put a record on and played Spill the Wine as I used my imagination to fuck her. It felt uncomfortable so I didn't want much detail, but in my head was a place of dangerous lust.
A Series: Chapter 3.
An overcast day, full of dark clouds, the streets still damp from the rain that came, but is now gone. Steve, smoking a cigarette alone, is standing outside a movie theatre while listening to music through his headphones (YMF by Ab-Soul)and watching as couples walk in together. Some giving him snobby looks, probably for the smoking. After stomping the cig out he heads inside and gets behind a young couple in the ticket line. "I'm really excited we decided to do this" The guy says, her arm wrapped around his waist with his hand planted on her ass cheek. "Me too, we haven't had a movie date in so long baby" She replies very whiny and cringe and cutely before kissing him. The guy after the smooch looks behind him at Steve, smirks and winks before turning back around, the smug bastard. Once all the couples in the line get their tickets; every single person in the lineup was a couple, mostly young ones and a few middle-aged ones, one being a secret couple having the movie theatre on a Wednesday as the only time they can escape their marriages to be together. Steve finally gets up to the counter and the usher asks how she may help him "Yah, one ticket for JOKER" is Steve's response. The usher looks at him strangely, like she expected a different answer "Just...the one ticket?" She asks while raising her eyebrows and looking at her co-worker trying to hold a gasp/laugh in. "Yea" Steve replies feeling embarrassed being the only loner in the building "Okay, here you go and enjoy the show...sir" Is the last thing the usher says to finish off the uncomfortable exchange. Steve gets popcorn, again the only person in the line who is alone. One couple laughs together and the woman puts a straw upright in the popcorn her boyfriend bought them and places it directly under the butter machine "What are you doing?" He laughs "Just watch" She tells him, the butter went down the straw going into the middle of the popcorn "See" She smiles at him before grabbing his hand and walking away. Steve walks into the theatre and finds a seat. Inside, seeing multiple couples sitting down, some making out, some cuddling, some laughing, with one couple both on their phones not interacting at all. Steve lets out a "Of course" under his breath before sitting down alone.
A Series: Chapter 8.
Nervously Steve follows Marissa into her home after she opens the door with her key "Well here it is" She says starting to take off her shoes and hanging her coat. Steve does the same "Here come to the kitchen I want to show you something" She says leading him into the kitchen. A small detached home with the kitchen being only separated by a counter from the other room (which was a TV room and dining room split in two) Marissa stretches up, her belly being shown from her shirt and pulls down two glass flutes. "So, I just ordered these online last Tuesday and I loveee them" She holds them up and hands one of the flutes with a tacky, basic design on them to Steve "Oh wow" He tries to sound enthusiastic (not really caring about the damn glass) "They're cute right? I got them specifically for mimosas" She laughs as she places her glass down on the counter. Marissa then walks over to the fridge and bends over as she opens it looking for champagne and orange juice (on the bottom shelf?). Steve holding his glass is starring at her ass, mouth open and his grip on the flute tightens. She grabs the items and closes the fridge pouring them into her glass "You want one, right? Stevie don't let me drink alone" Steve nods and she fills his glass too, but she made his heavier on the champagne "Okay so I know I dragged you over her to hangout and help me straighten up, rearrange and whatever and we are already drinking sorry" She laughs sarcastically knowing she isn't sorry. "Hey, no worries, like I work...harder when I'm a little buzzed" He says back making her laugh "I bet you do" She takes a sip, but her eyes don't leave Steve's vision as she sips slow.
A Series: Chapter 17.
Standing outside of Benoit's down by the street, next to an alley in the same suit he was wearing for the interview, Steve is smoking a cigarette. After a few drags a woman, older, wearing blue jeans and a low cut black shirt comes outside the restaurant and walks over close to him. She lights a cigarette.
Jeremy opened and smiled to the expected knock at the door that your protagonist (or antagonist; however you view him) answered with more of a feeling with dread than excitement. Realistically any host would feel excitement with a splash of nervousness when their guests arrive, but this was not such a 'realistic' occasion. You could say it was more of a treaty, a peace offering, the armistice of two opposing armies but in this case two opposing neighbours. The door was opened with more than enough fake smiles and uncomfortable awkwardness. The elephant seemed to have entered the room before the guests did, it even felt like taking the liberty of seating itself at the dining room table and pouring itself a large, tall and heavy glass of wine. "Derrick, good to see you please come in" a stern, long a waited handshake occurred "Ah thank you" Derrick stepped inside the home of the protagonist (or antagonist; however you view him) "You have a very lovely home" he says with a bland tone, you can hear the forced politeness soothe out of the words. The protagonist (or antagonist; however you view him) laughed and says "All thanks to my lovely girlfriend. I'm afraid I have absolutely no taste when it comes to interior design" "I'm sure you helped a tremendous amount Jeremy, with moving the furniture of course" is said. "Alyssa, you look very lovely" the protagonist (or antagonist; however you view him) says after laughing at the comment made by the wife of his neighbour. Which despite the current situation she did in fact look quite lovely. It is not uncommon to dress up for a dinner it is expected to a degree. Jeremy is wearing an off-white-button-down shirt tucked into a pair of navy blue chinos, while is guest is wearing something similar but a sweater vest instead. The age gap between the two men is noticeable with their outfits. Still Jeremy couldn't help himself to admire the wife of his guest as she entered deeper into his home. Wearing a tight and short red dress, complimenting her surprisingly tight figure considering her age. Her hair was long but not too long with natural brown curls, the bottle of wine she was holding in her small hands, piecing it all together. He thought sexual thoughts of her in the past yes; seeing her through her window, pulling in and out of her driveway, wearing her jogging outfits while stretching in the yard before her run. But this is the first time they have had a more courteous encounter. The others were not like this at all, other than watching her the only time he would hear her voice was when she would have to recall her husband back into the house when a usual dispute between the two gentlemen occurred. "You do have a lovely home indeed" Alyssa says. "Why thank you so much" Cecilia says to her while coming to greet her guests in the dinning room from the kitchen which is the adjacent room. As Cecilia joins her her boyfriend and guest, more typical introductory conversation pieces happen although it did not really dismantle the mood of uncomfortableness at all. Neither couple wanted really wanted to be in this situation, but both also knew that it is important that it happens, a dinner to end the so called 'neighbouring war'. As the evening continued the small talk happened, and so far, it was going better than expected. They were all seated, they were all drinking, they were all nicely dressed (protagonist, or antagonist) kept sneaking looks at the wife of his guest but they were all eagerly waiting for the night to end. Both couples managed to let their guards down and become more relaxed as the evening continued. Cecilia talked about her work at her law firm (she wasn't exactly in a vital position there, but the way she goes on it seemed like it) how she learned to cook from her mother and about "Just some plans she thought up" regarding the colour of the walls. Jeremy was glad his girlfriend was the driving force in the conversation, as a host should. Unlike him who was more focused on drinking. Mid conversation a knock on the door was heard and the conversation just stopped. It dropped into silence...
Shattered Glass, Happy Feelings
Danielle sitting on a chair inside her bedroom in front of a large mirror, she finished her makeup and looked at herself making weird movements with her face and lips stretching them around before yelling to her roommate “Kim!” not stopping her facial “exercises” until Kim walked in. “What?” she said not annoyed just bothered “How do I look? Do you think it’s too much?” Danielle asked her roommate looking into Kim’s eyes, as Kim looked over her outfit, waiting for the correct response. “No not at all you look really good,” Kim tells her “Just good?” Danielle asks a little worried “You look like a strong sexy woman but not overpowering enough to scare him away” Kim replied sarcastically but also truthfully. Danielle nods, smiles, and stands up, her makeup is done and she is wearing a tight dark, ‘dark’ mauve dress (so dark you would think it’s black without the correct lighting) she follows Kim out of her room and walks through the cleaning swamp of the apartment. A vacuum, two brooms (one big the other small), multiple cleaning spray products, a mop and bucket and two rolls of paper towels. “You get to go on a cute first date and I get to get drunk and clean the apartment. Because life is great” Kim says mockingly while tightening her bandana and sipping a glass of rye on ice. Danielle is already done putting her shoes and light jacket on by the door and laughs at Kim while looking at herself in the foyer mirror (which hasn’t been cleaned yet) “Ok. You promise I look good?” “Yes, and it’s a tinder date it doesn’t matter how you look as long as you show up” Kim laughed while grabbing the big broom and also her glass again. Danielle smirks and says “Maybe he’s the one” she grabs her keys and opens the door and says goodbye and starts leaving for the bar.