For just_muse_me - 1.5.4
FIVE times you did something you shouldn’t have and one time didn’t do something you should have
Your boy's smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love
asinthecity: Did you get it?
rckrbybaby: You’re a redhead.
asinthecity: All my life. Problem?
rckrbybaby: I like blondes.
asinthecity: I’m not bleaching my hair.
rckrbybaby: Not asking you to. Suits you.
rckrbybaby: You like older guys?
asinthecity: How old are we talking?
rckrbybaby: Two years. So like 19.
asinthecity: You mean like you?
rckrbybaby: Yeah.
rckrbybaby: Did you get the picture yet?
asinthecity: I don’t date.
asinthecity: And yeah, I did. You’re a brunette.
rckrbybaby: Right.
rckrbybaby: All my life. Problem, London?
asinthecity: Nope.
* * *
Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
Tab rubbed at her eyes, and covered her mouth as she yawned. She was secretly glad he’d chosen this particular flight. Not a lot of people were waiting in the airport, so it didn’t really matter that she was in her faded jeans, and hooded sweatshirt. She hugged her arms tight around her middle and shifted her weight to her other foot as she glanced up at the display to check to see if the plane really had landed. She probably looked like shit. For some reason she wasn’t fussed. She wasn’t aching to be looking the best she could be, funny since this was going to be the first time she would be meeting him in the flesh. Two years of talking online and now they’d finally meet.
Two years of talking online, and swapping photos and music files. He was a musician like her, only he had piano as well as guitar. He was hot, a photographer and he made her laugh. So why wasn’t she trying to hook up with again?
Oh yeah, she didn’t date.
Tab sucked in a breath as passengers started to disembark the plane, and enter the airport. Her brown eyes flicked over all of the faces, checking each of them to see if any of them were Chris Walker. And then there he was, smirking as he slipped between an arguing couple and gave Tab a nod.
He was playing it cool, but Tab’s coolness faded in moments as her heart skipped a beat and she ran up to him and launched herself at him. He picked her up easily, and chuckled against her ear as her legs wrapped around his waist. “So. London.”
Tab grinned. “So. Walker.”
He pulled his head back to meet her gaze, blue eyes searching hers. It felt like they should kiss. Tab could feel the urge welling up in side of her and she knew she should just give in. It would have felt so right. Perfect. Instead she tugged at his hair and licked up the side of his face.
* * *
Who the fuck
You tryin' to be?
Get your dog
A way from me!
“London, what the fuck!”
“You’re in my fucking room, fucking in my bed, so I think it’s me who should be asking what the fuck, Walker!”
“My room’s occupied.”
“By who?! Jesus, fuck, Walker. I didn’t mean for there to be an orgy when I suggested there be an apartment warming.”
“I thought you liked to fuck random people?”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck random blondes in MY bed, you wanker.”
“I’m not a random blonde, I’m his girlfriend.”
“Oh, you mean his girlfriend of one day who he’s going to dump before the end of next week? My apologies, I didn’t realise you were so fucking close.”
“London, don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be a bitch.”
“Fuck you, Walker. No wait-let the bimbo fuck you. I’m sure your dick couldn’t possibly go without for twenty-four hours in case it dropped the fuck off.”
* * *
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
They’d just finished playing a gig together, Walker adding some much needed guitar to one of Tab’s heavier sets. The two were hanging out in the green room, Walker’s arm around Tab’s shoulders as they looked on in amusement while Benny tried to explain to his girlfriend that the massage he was getting from their female bassist was purely because his back was killing him, and the girlfriend’s massages apparently sucked.
Walker dipped his head to bump his nose against Tab’s cheek to get her to look at him. She tore her gaze from what was no doubt about to become a full on bitch fight. Her breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t resist as Walker’s lips brushed against hers. He gripped the back of her neck and held her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue urging her lips to part.
“I AM NOT HAVING A FUCKING AFFAIR WITH JANE! SHE’S A FUCKING DYKE!”
Tab and Walker broke apart, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she glanced over at where Benny looked like he was about to explode. She couldn’t meet Walker’s eyes, and he cleared his throat as he got up to go and intervene. Tab got up to go and find a casual fuck.
* * *
You've got me lying
You've got me leaving home
You've got me crying
When I'm alone
“Did you fuck with my guitar?”
“I know I said I loved music, but I don’t want to fuck it, Walker.”
“That’s not what I meant, London. Did you fuck with my guitar?”
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“Yeah, the strings are all cut.”
“Wasn’t me. I could never cut the strings of such a beautiful guitar.”
“Is this about my girlfriend?”
“The lady with the ‘shrooms? Could be, wanker.”
“You fucked with my guitar!”
“Because I just called you a wanker?”
“Because you’re a fucking bitch. I can’t help it if I date, and you don’t.”
“Well, I can’t help it if you get high and don’t remember destroying your fucking guitar.”
“I… what? I wouldn’t do that even if I was high, London.”
“Fine, whatever. Go back to your ‘shroom lover.”
“You can be so fucking hard to read sometimes.”
“Really not caring.”
* * *
My fingers sting
Where I feel your fingers have been
Ghostly fingers
Moving my limbs
She sat cross-legged in the empty room, and stared at the floorboards. It had been a mistake. Such a huge fucking mistake. She hadn’t been able to fill the room since he’d left. It wasn’t the same without Walker around. She still talked to him, still saw him at gigs and hung out with him. It was just that he wasn’t here. She couldn’t sneak into his bed at night, or hug him whenever she wanted.
He didn’t press kisses her temple whenever he felt like it, or hold her hand. They didn’t sit next to each other anymore, and his girlfriends were more likely to attend gigs and be at his loft.
She closed her eyes and curled up into a ball as she lay down on her side. She could remember exactly how it felt to have his arms around her, and feel his breath on his neck. It made her choke up with tears, but she blinked them back. She hadn’t broken up with the fucker. To break up you had to actually date. No, he was just a roommate that was now living in his own place.
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 1130 (not including song lyrics)
rckrbybaby and prvdsrhythm used with mun permission. Song lyrics belong to PJ Harvey.
Your boy's smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love
asinthecity: Did you get it?
rckrbybaby: You’re a redhead.
asinthecity: All my life. Problem?
rckrbybaby: I like blondes.
asinthecity: I’m not bleaching my hair.
rckrbybaby: Not asking you to. Suits you.
rckrbybaby: You like older guys?
asinthecity: How old are we talking?
rckrbybaby: Two years. So like 19.
asinthecity: You mean like you?
rckrbybaby: Yeah.
rckrbybaby: Did you get the picture yet?
asinthecity: I don’t date.
asinthecity: And yeah, I did. You’re a brunette.
rckrbybaby: Right.
rckrbybaby: All my life. Problem, London?
asinthecity: Nope.
* * *
Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
Tab rubbed at her eyes, and covered her mouth as she yawned. She was secretly glad he’d chosen this particular flight. Not a lot of people were waiting in the airport, so it didn’t really matter that she was in her faded jeans, and hooded sweatshirt. She hugged her arms tight around her middle and shifted her weight to her other foot as she glanced up at the display to check to see if the plane really had landed. She probably looked like shit. For some reason she wasn’t fussed. She wasn’t aching to be looking the best she could be, funny since this was going to be the first time she would be meeting him in the flesh. Two years of talking online and now they’d finally meet.
Two years of talking online, and swapping photos and music files. He was a musician like her, only he had piano as well as guitar. He was hot, a photographer and he made her laugh. So why wasn’t she trying to hook up with again?
Oh yeah, she didn’t date.
Tab sucked in a breath as passengers started to disembark the plane, and enter the airport. Her brown eyes flicked over all of the faces, checking each of them to see if any of them were Chris Walker. And then there he was, smirking as he slipped between an arguing couple and gave Tab a nod.
He was playing it cool, but Tab’s coolness faded in moments as her heart skipped a beat and she ran up to him and launched herself at him. He picked her up easily, and chuckled against her ear as her legs wrapped around his waist. “So. London.”
Tab grinned. “So. Walker.”
He pulled his head back to meet her gaze, blue eyes searching hers. It felt like they should kiss. Tab could feel the urge welling up in side of her and she knew she should just give in. It would have felt so right. Perfect. Instead she tugged at his hair and licked up the side of his face.
* * *
Who the fuck
You tryin' to be?
Get your dog
A way from me!
“London, what the fuck!”
“You’re in my fucking room, fucking in my bed, so I think it’s me who should be asking what the fuck, Walker!”
“My room’s occupied.”
“By who?! Jesus, fuck, Walker. I didn’t mean for there to be an orgy when I suggested there be an apartment warming.”
“I thought you liked to fuck random people?”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck random blondes in MY bed, you wanker.”
“I’m not a random blonde, I’m his girlfriend.”
“Oh, you mean his girlfriend of one day who he’s going to dump before the end of next week? My apologies, I didn’t realise you were so fucking close.”
“London, don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be a bitch.”
“Fuck you, Walker. No wait-let the bimbo fuck you. I’m sure your dick couldn’t possibly go without for twenty-four hours in case it dropped the fuck off.”
* * *
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
They’d just finished playing a gig together, Walker adding some much needed guitar to one of Tab’s heavier sets. The two were hanging out in the green room, Walker’s arm around Tab’s shoulders as they looked on in amusement while Benny tried to explain to his girlfriend that the massage he was getting from their female bassist was purely because his back was killing him, and the girlfriend’s massages apparently sucked.
Walker dipped his head to bump his nose against Tab’s cheek to get her to look at him. She tore her gaze from what was no doubt about to become a full on bitch fight. Her breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t resist as Walker’s lips brushed against hers. He gripped the back of her neck and held her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue urging her lips to part.
“I AM NOT HAVING A FUCKING AFFAIR WITH JANE! SHE’S A FUCKING DYKE!”
Tab and Walker broke apart, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she glanced over at where Benny looked like he was about to explode. She couldn’t meet Walker’s eyes, and he cleared his throat as he got up to go and intervene. Tab got up to go and find a casual fuck.
* * *
You've got me lying
You've got me leaving home
You've got me crying
When I'm alone
“Did you fuck with my guitar?”
“I know I said I loved music, but I don’t want to fuck it, Walker.”
“That’s not what I meant, London. Did you fuck with my guitar?”
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“Yeah, the strings are all cut.”
“Wasn’t me. I could never cut the strings of such a beautiful guitar.”
“Is this about my girlfriend?”
“The lady with the ‘shrooms? Could be, wanker.”
“You fucked with my guitar!”
“Because I just called you a wanker?”
“Because you’re a fucking bitch. I can’t help it if I date, and you don’t.”
“Well, I can’t help it if you get high and don’t remember destroying your fucking guitar.”
“I… what? I wouldn’t do that even if I was high, London.”
“Fine, whatever. Go back to your ‘shroom lover.”
“You can be so fucking hard to read sometimes.”
“Really not caring.”
* * *
My fingers sting
Where I feel your fingers have been
Ghostly fingers
Moving my limbs
She sat cross-legged in the empty room, and stared at the floorboards. It had been a mistake. Such a huge fucking mistake. She hadn’t been able to fill the room since he’d left. It wasn’t the same without Walker around. She still talked to him, still saw him at gigs and hung out with him. It was just that he wasn’t here. She couldn’t sneak into his bed at night, or hug him whenever she wanted.
He didn’t press kisses her temple whenever he felt like it, or hold her hand. They didn’t sit next to each other anymore, and his girlfriends were more likely to attend gigs and be at his loft.
She closed her eyes and curled up into a ball as she lay down on her side. She could remember exactly how it felt to have his arms around her, and feel his breath on his neck. It made her choke up with tears, but she blinked them back. She hadn’t broken up with the fucker. To break up you had to actually date. No, he was just a roommate that was now living in his own place.
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 1130 (not including song lyrics)
rckrbybaby and prvdsrhythm used with mun permission. Song lyrics belong to PJ Harvey.