Taking the Night.
The sleep eyes opened, turning red, then green with bright interest. Tired humming, then static. I turned the channel. All Time Low began to filter softly through the speakers, I tuned it up. Then went to the bench and began doing bench presses, followed by weights. Finished, I flexed my biceps feeling powerful..if only for a second. Not loud enough, I doubled the volume, the blasting music filling my ears and my body with rhythm and melody and all things right in the world. Music was the only thing right in this fucked up world. I walked toward the bathroom.
I turned the red colored handle, watching water burst like tears from the silver head, a waterfall of tears. Hmm, that might make a nice song.
Waterfall of tears...I stripped off my black undershirt and pulled off my torn jeans. A style most choose to carry these jeans were not designer destroyed but the result of too many parties..and too many girls. I grinned as that thought crossed my mind. Hm. Maybe a few more would be added to the list tonight..
Rock music pounded in my ears as I turned my hair frothy white. Rinse it out. Water dripping down my body in rhythm with the beat of drums. Scorched clean I stepped from behind the glass walls and reached for the fluffy white towel hanging on the door. Wiped the tears off my body and I was good to go. Clothes time.
I reached into my closet, pulled on a pair of black jeans and grabbed two shirts. One black, one white. Hmm casual or dressy? I decided on the red shirt, pulled a black shirt over it. Ran a comb through my hair, slicked it carefully with gel. Silver rings glinted on my fingers, I reached for the cross at my neck, black with silver, the small cross wasn't religious..just memorable.
Dressed to kill. I grabbed my car keys and my wallet slipping them into my pocket. Grabbed my leather jacket off the rack and exited my apartment. Time to hit the club. And if I play it right, the girls too.
Slamming the black door I crossed to my car. A black mercedes convertible. The dying strains of All Time Low's ending song echoing in my ears, "Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you. Dear Maria, count me in. There's a story at the bottom of this bottle..."
I turned the red colored handle, watching water burst like tears from the silver head, a waterfall of tears. Hmm, that might make a nice song.
Waterfall of tears...I stripped off my black undershirt and pulled off my torn jeans. A style most choose to carry these jeans were not designer destroyed but the result of too many parties..and too many girls. I grinned as that thought crossed my mind. Hm. Maybe a few more would be added to the list tonight..
Rock music pounded in my ears as I turned my hair frothy white. Rinse it out. Water dripping down my body in rhythm with the beat of drums. Scorched clean I stepped from behind the glass walls and reached for the fluffy white towel hanging on the door. Wiped the tears off my body and I was good to go. Clothes time.
I reached into my closet, pulled on a pair of black jeans and grabbed two shirts. One black, one white. Hmm casual or dressy? I decided on the red shirt, pulled a black shirt over it. Ran a comb through my hair, slicked it carefully with gel. Silver rings glinted on my fingers, I reached for the cross at my neck, black with silver, the small cross wasn't religious..just memorable.
Dressed to kill. I grabbed my car keys and my wallet slipping them into my pocket. Grabbed my leather jacket off the rack and exited my apartment. Time to hit the club. And if I play it right, the girls too.
Slamming the black door I crossed to my car. A black mercedes convertible. The dying strains of All Time Low's ending song echoing in my ears, "Cause I got your picture, I'm coming with you. Dear Maria, count me in. There's a story at the bottom of this bottle..."