You've got willy wonka in your under pants
I fucking suck.
Here is the short story i had to write in one night sluts, i will never procrastinate again.
The sidewalks were damp and cold as Jade walked past crowds of city slickers hurrying home like a herd of antelope trying to escape a hunger driven tiger. She made way through swarms of businessmen and women wearing Gucci suits with matching brief cases in hand and cell phones pressed against their ears like an extension of their bodies. She found it ironic that at 5:00 P.M. her day was just beginning while all the world around her had been up and running for hours and was routinely preparing to go on standby. Jade’s body was heavy and she found it difficult to drag her lifeless limbs down the four street blocks to Ultraviolet Cafe, a quaint little coffee shop on Clark. As she walked down Halsted she knew what the world around her was trying to do. They wanted to move past all the familiar places, move past shops and streets and houses and people. It was not enough, they wanted to move past suburbia and Americana and familiarity. To move past themselves and into another life where they were someone else “And I bet you will still be unhappy,” she thought to herself, “you can move past everything, nothing would change.”
After what seemed like hours of slowly gliding over cracked concrete and dirty pavement in the fast world around her, she finally made it to Ultraviolet. The mid morning rush was hours behind her; with the exception of a few tired employees and a group of college students lost in a political, yet friendly debate, she was the only costumer in the store. The empty shop didn't surprise her; not many right minded people go out for coffee in the evening. Not to mention since the installation of Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts on every street corner most independently owned coffee shops were out of business or close to it. Never the less, she was used to being alone and without hesitation she made her way to the counter she stood before almost every day, as if it were some sort of reconciliation alter.
A girl with fire red hair and an apron moved in front of the register to politely take Jade’s order. Jade asked for a green tea, her usual, and robotically handed the waitress a dollar and some scratched up coins knowing exactly how much she owed with out having to be told. Within a minute or two her tea was ready and Jade carried it over to a booth next to the window, being careful to not spill. She always sat at the same table, unless it was being occupied; she found comfort in watching the world move on with out her as she sipped her steamy tea, with only a thin sheet of glass separating her tranquility and the chaos on the other side.
Costumers came in and out of the store as Jade sat hypnotized by the setting sun and rush of people beginning to die down, her moment of bliss was suddenly interrupted. There in the window was the reflection of a stranger and Jade was instantly captivated by his mystery. She watched as a boy dressed from head to toe in thrift store finds ordered a coffee from the fire red goddess and head down as if in shame, walk towards her. Jade wondered how someone with such radiance had managed to sneak into the shop without her knowing it; she figured that her daydream had lasted far longer then she had known and she was so intrigued by her own little world she had missed his entering. The mystery lover boy seated himself in the opposite side of a booth next to Jade and carefully drank down his hot coffee.
Jade was entranced by his beauty which made her weak at her words, they trembled, but she managed to choke out a few syllables.
“Silence is silver,” came out of her clenching vocal chords as she tapped a spoon against the rim of her coffee mug. The boy lifted his head of shaggy hair and wide rimmed glasses to meet eyes with her. He seemed surprised that a complete stranger would strike up a conversation and after a minute or two of staring he stood up. Jade was a bit apprehensive and worried that she may have offended or upset him some how. She feared that this was the end and she would never be able to enter the beautiful labyrinth of his mind and heart. Her palms clammed up and she felt her stomach full of warm green tea do summer-salts. The silence was deafening for that short period of time but almost as quickly as he had stood up he was next to her.
“Trevor,” he introduced himself. With that said he leaned in towards Jade, brushed the copper hair from her face and began to whisper words that she found herself struggling to translate. It was as if he were screaming into her ear and as the screams moved through her canal until the howl hit her eardrum like a blunt bullet; she dropped the spoon and Trevor stopped. With the few words between them ringing through her head like a record that was caught in an endless skip, Jade gently, under her breath sighed and continued after a pause with, “I want you to be real enough to hold my hand.” And then the silence became gold.
Time was no longer of the essence and the two sat, lost in the moment until their drinks were cold and their eyelids heavy. The room was suddenly dark and still, and a high pitched voice came from the back shattering the moment, “We are closing now you two, you’ll have to be going.” Jade hated the once goddess for taking away the innocence of the evening and intoxicating them with reality.
In unison Jade and Trevor stood up; she grabbed her long macramé purse and a book. Trevor grabbed a light weight messenger bag, one of his only possessions. They thanked the red haired beauty and proceeded to leave Ultraviolet, Trevor held the door on the way out, his itchy wool jacket ironically enough felt like satin against Jades chilled and goose bumped skin. For Jade there was the perfect feeling when Trevor’s hand closed around her wrist, the safety and comfort that came with her surrender, with accepting a grip she could not easily escape. To her there were few things as pure as that assertion of power. For that micro moment there was no need for her to be strong.
“I don’t like the city,” Jade sighed, “it makes me feel so small.” With that said Jade shrank as she saw the beaded luminosities surrounding her like sunlight. Trevor kissed her. Once. Twice. Thrice and the moon became a pinhole in the sky’s black lit canvas. In that instance she grew an inch taller.
Walking past trash and street lights and the homeless under newspaper blankets Jade and Trevor shared the same epiphany. Together they thought, “You only cry when terrible things happen to fictitious people in movies or on television. Walking by the same sad stories of heartbreak or poverty on your own streets, these concrete realities don't seem to faze you. If you only hurt for fabrication, where are you living your own life?”
The two felt the same hurt, in the same spot on their slightly fractured hearts that shared synchronized heart beats. It took them a while to regain their senses.
Jade took a bony old skeleton key out of the back pocket of her worn corduroy pants and as she stuck the key into numerous locks and slid open a heavy wooden door she could feel her pulse increase. As Trevor walked into Jade’s worn down sanctuary she ignored the light switch to the right of the door frame. The two stood in silence as they allowed their pupils to adjust to the deep indigo tint of the room.
As the night began to unravel Trevor kept a secret locked away in the vacancy of his mind. “I can feel your hot breath on my back and your fingertips trace my spine up. I never thought it would begin like this but here we are in matching states of undress and heartbreak. If misery loves company than tonight is the night I’ll begin to love you forever.” He couldn’t let those thoughts, those vulnerable feelings pour from his lips in one night and so he pushed them back to the farthest corner of his head. “I will not tell a soul,” he thought to himself, “even if it kills me.”
“He is mine, this night only,” she said to herself, “no turning back now. In our eyes, words we dare not say aloud. Confession through touch. Passion building, we exist for each other alone, he and I. My heart overflows. He kisses away my tears. Reality descends. Bodies untangle. He leaves with my heart.”
It was theirs, the sweetness; their own private addiction. For that brief lapse in time their lives depended on the drug of loving. It was a salty sweet combination, like a chocolate covered pretzel; the unspoken love was deliciously numbing while agonizing. Kissing Trevor’s ivory skin and pink frosting colored lips was like wrapping her mouth around a loaded gun. She slowly retreated from Trevor and said, “One week from now we will both be strapped in, fast moving in opposite directions. That's the day when the past 8,385,926 minutes will be pushed out of sight, out of mind. Even if you rounded up to the nearest thousand, you would never know how much I loved you.”
With those few words his ivory skin went a striking shade of eggshell white and without saying a word he rose from tangled bed sheets. She reached out her hands, trying to grab the body that was so quickly leaving her side. There was nothing but air to grab and she began inhaling the moisture in the air that relieved her dry mouth and gave her enough saliva to yell out to the shadow evacuating towards the door.
“Just say it, just say it once damn it. Repeat after me, I don't even care if you’re lying, I'm not asking for truth, just assurance and I swear to everything we ever believed in that I will never sleep again if you don't just say the words for me tonight,” she begged.
Jade could feel Trevor suck every last drop of oxygen from the room and her lungs as her plea for his affection sank into the walls, beneath the stained and pealing wall paper. He whispered, "No..." without meeting her iron gaze, “you brought me here knowing I couldn't say that." He bit his lip to hold back the tears; he knew exactly why he had come. He wished it didn't have to be this way. Trevor stared into her electric green eyes for quite some time and the blur of tears surrounding his own irises mixed and mingled with the saltwater that was outline Jades jaw line. He wanted to desperately to stop the hands of time and lay next to her.
It was that moment she witnessed his silhouette escape out the door that she came to grips with the truth she had so desperately tried to hide behind unearthly curtains. From the moment she saw the beautiful stranger mirrored in untouched glass she had known that the love, the boy, wouldn't last forever. Those moments of angelic and enticing passion were finite; but for eternity she would be able to hold on to them as her forever, her infinity.
A day went by and Jade still was unable to feel the relief of dream world, she kept the promise of a sleepless life.
It was 4 AM Jade sat awake remember the night when she could see the world in his eyes. She slid off her bed and onto the floor, it was a compassionless night and only the noise pollution of the street traffic kept her company. For the past couple of months the echoed screams of ambulance sirens and over used car mufflers were her own private lullaby, gently serenading her to sleep night after night. Tonight was different; not even the comforting sounds of the sleepless city were enough to relieve her racing mind.
For an instant Jade forgot what it was like to breathe. She lay there, half empty and stagnant wrapped entirely in yellow bed sheets. She reeked of cigarettes and yesterday. She turned her gaze to her clavicle where he had written “This is not good bye” she had never felt so soothed and alone.
I've worn piggies in my hair for the past two days!
Homecoming was a lot of fun, the perfect excuse for perverted little fucks to rub up against hot girls. YES!
Ill post in a day or two,
xoxohx Nicole
PS: Anyone who doesnt have a foriegn exchange student from Germany as a friend needs to find one, Pronto.
PSS: My nose has been stuffy for the past like 23948579 nights and its kicking my ass, damnit.