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So, I'm still sick :( That's why I haven't really been posting much. Homework+school+sick Brandie= no fun. No fun at all. So anyways, I got to see A. last night, and it was really nice until he started feeling bad for a certain thing I won't say, and decided he wouldn't touch me for a half hour :( I got all sad and sat and watched The Ring with everyone else in the corner of the couch, scooched as far away from him as possible. When he realized he made me sad he laid his head on my chest and hugged me X3 It was very sweet, and he let me lay against him after that (which is good cuz- due to childhood experiences- the end of the ring freaks me out). But he still feels bad, and I kinda wanna' smack him over the head for it. Oh well =[
Anyways, here's a story I wrote for my creative writing class. We had to pick two random characters and a place, and I somehow managed to get Drug Dealer, Police Officer, and Taco Bell.
There are times when things seem to be going right in our world- we get a raise, our kid gets good grades, we pay off our mortgage- but then there are the other times. The times when reality decides that we need to be introduced to it once more.
Today was one of those days. That’s what Heather was thinking as she walked into the small, dingy taco bell. The smell of grease and hot sauce assaulted her nose when she sat down in the far right corner, staring out the window as she waited. It was loud tonight, louder than usual. Most Saturday nights at this particular taco bell were pretty slow, and that was why she picked it.
Looking around, she watched several small children run around giggling. There was a girl clinging to a small bear that had been loved too much, and two boys chasing after her. Their mother snapped at them to sit down and finish eating, and almost immediately tears sprang to their eyes. She marveled at how they could cry on command, and at how their mother could so easily ignore it.
It wasn’t long before a tall, clean looking man walked in. He was dressed in a crisp white button-down and jeans, the sleeves of the shirt rolled up past his elbows. He sat down across from her and smiled, his teeth glistening in a way she imagined only a shark could mimic.
“Hello,” he said smoothly. Honey seemed to drip from his pointy teeth. Maybe if she looked closely she could see the demon inside of him. The thought provoked yet another; could he see the demon inside of her?
“Whatever. We busted another kid today. Scrawny little Asian kid, wears glasses, britches too big.” Heather watched him closely, studying the way he leaned back in his chair, his shirt stretching across his chest. His hair fell into his eyes, the carefully styled ‘do coming undone. He smirked, and that one expression made her want to punch him then and there.
“What is it officer? Are you going to cuff me for selling a little E?” The chuckle that followed made her relax a bit. She liked his laugh.
“Of course not, but you should be a bit more careful who you give it to.” She looked down at his hands, clasped neatly on the table like usual.
“Where’s your wedding ring?”
“What?” His eyes narrowed in confusion for a moment before he looked down, his ears turning pink from embarrassment. “Ah. I must’ve left it in the car. I’ll get it later.”
“Don’t you think your wife would mind?” She asked. It was her turn to smirk. He frowned slightly and shrugged his shoulders, muttering an “I’unno” before leaning back again. He glanced towards the trio Heather had been watching earlier, smiling as he watched him. He’s a good father, She thought, just as he said, “You know, Tasha kinda’ looks like that little girl.”
“Yeah.” It was a short reply, though she needed to get down to business for the moment. “So you need to stay away from high schools for a while. The sheriff is setting up a couple a’ narks in ‘em. He thinks this drug thing has gotten way outta’ hand.”
“Has it?”
“Maybe a little.” It was hard to suppress a smile as she looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his green ones. He glanced down, and her gaze followed, landing on her very own wedding ring. It was simple enough- a silver band, nice sized diamond- and she nervously spun it around her ring finger. It was a habit her husband kept telling her to break, that and twirling her hair when she was bored.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that I’ve switched dealers,” he finally said, looking up at her again, “The other one died. Apparently his prices were too high.” The sharky smile was back and shivers ran down Heather’s spine. “Oh, and here’s your cut.”
The wad of worn bills he pressed into her hand was enough to brighten her mood a bit. She looked down at them, quickly counting them out before folding them up once more and shoving them deep into her pocket. She wasn’t the type to carry around a purse, she didn’t really enjoy having to keep up with it.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling as she leaned over the table and pressed her lips softly against his, “I appreciate it.”
“How much?” He asked, smirking as he kissed her back. She murmured something that was hard for him to hear, though he smiled anyways. He absently stroked the spot on his finger where his wedding ring usually was and watched as she leaned back in her seat once more, studying his features like she so often did.
It wasn’t long before she was once more turning her wedding ring around and around her finger, fiddling with it. Gently, he reached out and grabbed her hand, stilling the movement. Her cheeks reddened and Heather smiled softly, shrugging her shoulders.
“And don’t start twirling your hair. It’s annoying.”