So much it hurts
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,813
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The mall
She’s up already, the bathroom is already taken, such an early bird. So responsible and enthusiastic.
The bitch is such a good girl, it makes me sick.
I drag myself out of bed, squinting at the bright light that manages to pry its way through the slats of the blinds. Shreds of whichever dream float in my head, which is, Leila and I walking on the layer of bright leaves. I stumble to the chair, it rolls from under me. How the fuck, do I have a hangover?
Leila showing me her Anime fan art.
Fuck this hangover. I didn’t even get the benefit of being drunk?
Leila holding a camera. Wait… was that yesterday? I rifle through the files.
Yahtzee! I click on the file whose preview is a still of Chris with a beer bottle.
The Time marked in grey letters in the corner of the screen said 11:43 pm Oct 13 2003.
“Chris, Leila.” A voice says, off-screen. “Leila, Chris.” She smiles and shakes his hand, and he is staring at the hand like he’s never seen one before.
Oh, wrong video, swims the words in my head.
“Alice, pudding, pudding Alice?” she chirps, and her chirping sounds sweet to me this moment.
“Yeah,” grunts Chris. Pause. “Leila Dick, Dick Leila.”
She shook his hand too. Fuck this video. Next one please!
“I win! I WON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She screamed as she jumped up and down in joy. Chris is in the background his expression as sour as two month old milk that got hidden behind the case of beer in the fridge that one time…..
Ha, serves him right the bastard, beating ME in pool. How DARE he. Next video…..
Chris’s carpeted basement comes on screen, I can remember it smelling like mildew, stale Doritos and water damage…The walls were suppose to be white, but you could tell even in the video that there was a faint beige tinge to them with occasional thick streaks down the walls from where the water dripped.
Aaaand, that fridge can only be Chris’s, what with it being over stuffed with beer and having rusty shelves and a creaking door hinge. The monotony of beer was occasionally interrupted by greasy burger left in their wrappers and bags stuffed in the fridge for later.
Chris swings open the door takes out a burger and shoved it in Leila’s face. “You want?” He said looking at the floor.
“Not unless you have a microwave for me to heat it up in.” She said.
Chris turned to the camera. “You still filming this shit?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds from behind the camera as I pan over to Leila…Well her boobs. But it’s still her you can tell by the design on her shirt.
“I want you to send me this later.” Chris said off screen. It looks like I tried to catch him on camera again but all you see is a blur. The image flickers and then goes out.
“Josh? …” She whispered from the bathroom doorway. Her skin is clean, clear and soft looking, even from ten feet away.
Leila’s POV
“Josh?”… She called to him from the bathroom. He’s at the computer this early? ...That’s weird.
“Yeah what?” He called from his seat. Apparently he was angry about something.
“Um…Good morning, are you feeling all right?”
“I feel like I got run over by a bus driven by a drunken transvestite reindeer.”
“……..Oh….Do you want me to get you the Tylenol?”
“Uh, YEAH.”
“Okay…Want do you want to take it with?”
“Vodka.”
“JOSH! You shouldn’t drink so early in the morning.” Never mind the fact he was about to mix drugs and alcohol.
“Orange juice then.”
She fetched him his juice and medication hoping his mood improved with the dulling effects of the painkiller.
“So what’re we doing today?”
“Fuck if I know woman I just woke up.”
“All right then…” She muttered. She could feel the warmth from last night fading away….
By lunchtime he seemed to be...Not happier but slightly more up beat. Maybe his headache (hangover) was gone? ...
“Josh? ...Can we go out today?”
“I suppose. Where do you want to go?”
“To the mall?” She asked shyly wincing in preparation.
“Aw fuck, you know how I hate shopping.”
“Well I wanted to check the bookstore…I…I heard they were having a sale on books….Some of them are about mechanics.”
“I know like everything there is to know.”
“I’ll model some new lingerie for you…”
“We don’t have the mon-,“The thought of Leila in a corset and thigh highs with straps hit him.“……..We’re stopping at Victoria’s secret first then.”
“Okay.” She said sweetly and smiled.
The bitch is such a good girl, it makes me sick.
I drag myself out of bed, squinting at the bright light that manages to pry its way through the slats of the blinds. Shreds of whichever dream float in my head, which is, Leila and I walking on the layer of bright leaves. I stumble to the chair, it rolls from under me. How the fuck, do I have a hangover?
Leila showing me her Anime fan art.
Fuck this hangover. I didn’t even get the benefit of being drunk?
Leila holding a camera. Wait… was that yesterday? I rifle through the files.
Yahtzee! I click on the file whose preview is a still of Chris with a beer bottle.
The Time marked in grey letters in the corner of the screen said 11:43 pm Oct 13 2003.
“Chris, Leila.” A voice says, off-screen. “Leila, Chris.” She smiles and shakes his hand, and he is staring at the hand like he’s never seen one before.
Oh, wrong video, swims the words in my head.
“Alice, pudding, pudding Alice?” she chirps, and her chirping sounds sweet to me this moment.
“Yeah,” grunts Chris. Pause. “Leila Dick, Dick Leila.”
She shook his hand too. Fuck this video. Next one please!
“I win! I WON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She screamed as she jumped up and down in joy. Chris is in the background his expression as sour as two month old milk that got hidden behind the case of beer in the fridge that one time…..
Ha, serves him right the bastard, beating ME in pool. How DARE he. Next video…..
Chris’s carpeted basement comes on screen, I can remember it smelling like mildew, stale Doritos and water damage…The walls were suppose to be white, but you could tell even in the video that there was a faint beige tinge to them with occasional thick streaks down the walls from where the water dripped.
Aaaand, that fridge can only be Chris’s, what with it being over stuffed with beer and having rusty shelves and a creaking door hinge. The monotony of beer was occasionally interrupted by greasy burger left in their wrappers and bags stuffed in the fridge for later.
Chris swings open the door takes out a burger and shoved it in Leila’s face. “You want?” He said looking at the floor.
“Not unless you have a microwave for me to heat it up in.” She said.
Chris turned to the camera. “You still filming this shit?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds from behind the camera as I pan over to Leila…Well her boobs. But it’s still her you can tell by the design on her shirt.
“I want you to send me this later.” Chris said off screen. It looks like I tried to catch him on camera again but all you see is a blur. The image flickers and then goes out.
“Josh? …” She whispered from the bathroom doorway. Her skin is clean, clear and soft looking, even from ten feet away.
Leila’s POV
“Josh?”… She called to him from the bathroom. He’s at the computer this early? ...That’s weird.
“Yeah what?” He called from his seat. Apparently he was angry about something.
“Um…Good morning, are you feeling all right?”
“I feel like I got run over by a bus driven by a drunken transvestite reindeer.”
“……..Oh….Do you want me to get you the Tylenol?”
“Uh, YEAH.”
“Okay…Want do you want to take it with?”
“Vodka.”
“JOSH! You shouldn’t drink so early in the morning.” Never mind the fact he was about to mix drugs and alcohol.
“Orange juice then.”
She fetched him his juice and medication hoping his mood improved with the dulling effects of the painkiller.
“So what’re we doing today?”
“Fuck if I know woman I just woke up.”
“All right then…” She muttered. She could feel the warmth from last night fading away….
By lunchtime he seemed to be...Not happier but slightly more up beat. Maybe his headache (hangover) was gone? ...
“Josh? ...Can we go out today?”
“I suppose. Where do you want to go?”
“To the mall?” She asked shyly wincing in preparation.
“Aw fuck, you know how I hate shopping.”
“Well I wanted to check the bookstore…I…I heard they were having a sale on books….Some of them are about mechanics.”
“I know like everything there is to know.”
“I’ll model some new lingerie for you…”
“We don’t have the mon-,“The thought of Leila in a corset and thigh highs with straps hit him.“……..We’re stopping at Victoria’s secret first then.”
“Okay.” She said sweetly and smiled.