EVERYONE BUT ME Part Two
TITLE: "EVERYONE BUT ME Part Two"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: buzziecat; Thanks for not grading this piece... How was din-din?
RATING: R; other warning--angst.
WORD COUNT: 972 words.
A/N: Part two of EVERYONE BUT ME Let me know what you guys think-- If you like it, I'll continue writing more. It might have 3 more short parts afterwards.
EVERYONE BUT ME
Part Two
By Doppelganger
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Part One
Aubrey follows Christine upstairs to the latter’s bedroom, her shirt dripping wet with the beer she accidentally poured on herself while she was…
Aubrey refuses to think what she was doing five minutes ago.
“I need to get changed, Chris--” Aubrey tells her friend.
“Just grab one of my shirts.” Christine jumps and lies on the bed and lights a cigarette. “How did that happen anyways?”
Aubrey doesn’t reply and rummages through Christine’s drawer and finds a faded green screen-tee with a picture of cannabis on the front of it. The text below the dark green leaf says “VOTE FOR A GREENER FUTURE”. Aubrey pulls another shirt from the drawer and finds a bright yellow shirt. The text makes her wince.
Aubrey sighs and thinks, It’s the green shirt, or the yellow shirt that says “I’M HIGH MAINTENANCE”.
“Chris?” Aubrey shows her friend the green shirt.
“Whatever.” Christine continues to smoke. “How’d you get beer on yourself?”
“I bumped into someone,” Aubrey lies. She turns around and takes her shirt off but finds her bra is also wet. She takes it off, puts on the pro-cannabis shirt.
“Some party, huh?” Christine grins.
“I gotta go,” Aubrey winces. Her chest is all sticky. She goes into Christine’s bathroom and washes up.
“What?!” Aubrey hears Christine exclaim.
Aubrey tosses her beer smelling clothes in Christine’s hamper and walks out of the bathroom.
“You can’t leave. Mark is coming.”
“I have to go. I put my shirt and bra in your hamper. I’ll pick them up tomorrow,” Aubrey gathers her dark, shoulder length hair from the back of her neck and ties it into a pony-tail. “And so what if your boyfriend’s coming?”
“Ah, hello, Josh is coming, too.” Christine flicks her curly blonde hair back.
Aubrey rolls her eyes. Now she really has to go.
“What for?”
“Don’t be stubborn, Aubrey. He likes you. Didn’t you say you like him, too? I mean you guys went on a date,” Christine sits up on the bed. Aubrey walks to her friend and takes the cigarette from her long and well-manicured fingers.
Aubrey inhales the menthol cigarette her friend so loves to smoke. She coughs a little; she’s not really a smoker, “It wasn’t a date. We had coffee. We meaning you, Mark, me, Josh, Al-- and whoever else was there that night. If your memory is clouded, let me remind you-- that was the night of your birthday. When we all went out clubbing. It wasn‘t a date.”
“Fine,” Christine rolls her eyes, “Well, he thinks it was a date.” Christine takes the cigarette back.
“Not me. I’m going.” Aubrey starts to leave.
“Can’t you stay for another hour? It’s not even 11 yet!”
“No can do. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Aubrey waves and feels a soft pillow hit her on the back of the head as she walk out of the bedroom.
**********
Aubrey breathes in deeply when she is out of the house. For a second, she feels really dizzy. All that smoke and noise--
Then she freezes.
Al, standing in front of an old, rusty Trans-Am, doesn‘t see Aubrey. She exhales smoke from her parted mouth as she looks inside the hood of her car. Aubrey decides to continue walking, although she wishes… She wishes--
Al looks up, sees Aubrey walking away. “Hey, hey, hey!” Al calls out.
Aubrey‘s heart skips a beat.
“Where are you going?” Al places her cigarette between her lips and inhales deeply. She leans on her car.
“I’m---” Aubrey turns her head towards the road, “I’m going home.”
“I don‘t blame you. This party sucks. You‘re bored too huh?”
“Ahm, no,” Aubrey frowns. “Bored is an understatement,” she wants to tell Al. Instead she says, “It’s late and my sister has to work tomorrow. I forgot my key to the house and I don’t want to wake her up at 3 in the morning just to get in --”
But Al is not listening anymore. “Huh,” Al is again looking inside the hood of her car. “This fucking thing…”
“Car problem?” Aubrey walks closer to the car and leans in to see what Al is looking at. But Aubrey doesn’t really know a thing about cars so what she sees under the hood are a bunch of grease covered wires, screws and metals.
“Big problem,” Al doesn’t look up and pokes something with her screwdriver. “I need a new one.”
“Can’t help you with that,” Aubrey replies. Her eyes stare at the unfamiliar mechanics in front of her when all she really wants to do is stare at Al, Al, whose short, dark hair covers her brown eyes. Al moves her head slightly to brush the hair off her forehead.
Aubrey stands there for a minute, bewitched, then decides it’s time to go. She has to go or she’ll do something impulsive, daring and something she might regret for the rest of her life.
“Well, I’m going. I’ll-- see ya around, I guess,” she whispers and starts walking.
“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Al closes the hood of her car.
“Home,” Aubrey says, “I told you this like five minutes ago.”
Al ignores Aubrey, scratches her head, then says, “You’re going home?”
Talk about not being heard. Aubrey nods, “Yeah. I’ll see ya around.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“What?”
“I said do you need a ride?” Al opens the car door for Aubrey.
“I live two blocks from here, Al.” Aubrey reminds her.
“So what? I’ll give you a ride.”
Aubrey stands there for a second-- looking at the open car door.
“Just walk away- say no," Aubrey tells herself. Then Al smiles at her…
Aubrey climbs in the car.
Al settles in the driver’s seat, turns on the engine, looks over to Aubrey, and says, “Nice shirt.”
Aubrey realizes she isn’t wearing a bra.
TBC
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: buzziecat; Thanks for not grading this piece... How was din-din?
RATING: R; other warning--angst.
WORD COUNT: 972 words.
A/N: Part two of EVERYONE BUT ME Let me know what you guys think-- If you like it, I'll continue writing more. It might have 3 more short parts afterwards.
EVERYONE BUT ME
Part Two
By Doppelganger
**********
Part One
Aubrey follows Christine upstairs to the latter’s bedroom, her shirt dripping wet with the beer she accidentally poured on herself while she was…
Aubrey refuses to think what she was doing five minutes ago.
“I need to get changed, Chris--” Aubrey tells her friend.
“Just grab one of my shirts.” Christine jumps and lies on the bed and lights a cigarette. “How did that happen anyways?”
Aubrey doesn’t reply and rummages through Christine’s drawer and finds a faded green screen-tee with a picture of cannabis on the front of it. The text below the dark green leaf says “VOTE FOR A GREENER FUTURE”. Aubrey pulls another shirt from the drawer and finds a bright yellow shirt. The text makes her wince.
Aubrey sighs and thinks, It’s the green shirt, or the yellow shirt that says “I’M HIGH MAINTENANCE”.
“Chris?” Aubrey shows her friend the green shirt.
“Whatever.” Christine continues to smoke. “How’d you get beer on yourself?”
“I bumped into someone,” Aubrey lies. She turns around and takes her shirt off but finds her bra is also wet. She takes it off, puts on the pro-cannabis shirt.
“Some party, huh?” Christine grins.
“I gotta go,” Aubrey winces. Her chest is all sticky. She goes into Christine’s bathroom and washes up.
“What?!” Aubrey hears Christine exclaim.
Aubrey tosses her beer smelling clothes in Christine’s hamper and walks out of the bathroom.
“You can’t leave. Mark is coming.”
“I have to go. I put my shirt and bra in your hamper. I’ll pick them up tomorrow,” Aubrey gathers her dark, shoulder length hair from the back of her neck and ties it into a pony-tail. “And so what if your boyfriend’s coming?”
“Ah, hello, Josh is coming, too.” Christine flicks her curly blonde hair back.
Aubrey rolls her eyes. Now she really has to go.
“What for?”
“Don’t be stubborn, Aubrey. He likes you. Didn’t you say you like him, too? I mean you guys went on a date,” Christine sits up on the bed. Aubrey walks to her friend and takes the cigarette from her long and well-manicured fingers.
Aubrey inhales the menthol cigarette her friend so loves to smoke. She coughs a little; she’s not really a smoker, “It wasn’t a date. We had coffee. We meaning you, Mark, me, Josh, Al-- and whoever else was there that night. If your memory is clouded, let me remind you-- that was the night of your birthday. When we all went out clubbing. It wasn‘t a date.”
“Fine,” Christine rolls her eyes, “Well, he thinks it was a date.” Christine takes the cigarette back.
“Not me. I’m going.” Aubrey starts to leave.
“Can’t you stay for another hour? It’s not even 11 yet!”
“No can do. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Aubrey waves and feels a soft pillow hit her on the back of the head as she walk out of the bedroom.
**********
Aubrey breathes in deeply when she is out of the house. For a second, she feels really dizzy. All that smoke and noise--
Then she freezes.
Al, standing in front of an old, rusty Trans-Am, doesn‘t see Aubrey. She exhales smoke from her parted mouth as she looks inside the hood of her car. Aubrey decides to continue walking, although she wishes… She wishes--
Al looks up, sees Aubrey walking away. “Hey, hey, hey!” Al calls out.
Aubrey‘s heart skips a beat.
“Where are you going?” Al places her cigarette between her lips and inhales deeply. She leans on her car.
“I’m---” Aubrey turns her head towards the road, “I’m going home.”
“I don‘t blame you. This party sucks. You‘re bored too huh?”
“Ahm, no,” Aubrey frowns. “Bored is an understatement,” she wants to tell Al. Instead she says, “It’s late and my sister has to work tomorrow. I forgot my key to the house and I don’t want to wake her up at 3 in the morning just to get in --”
But Al is not listening anymore. “Huh,” Al is again looking inside the hood of her car. “This fucking thing…”
“Car problem?” Aubrey walks closer to the car and leans in to see what Al is looking at. But Aubrey doesn’t really know a thing about cars so what she sees under the hood are a bunch of grease covered wires, screws and metals.
“Big problem,” Al doesn’t look up and pokes something with her screwdriver. “I need a new one.”
“Can’t help you with that,” Aubrey replies. Her eyes stare at the unfamiliar mechanics in front of her when all she really wants to do is stare at Al, Al, whose short, dark hair covers her brown eyes. Al moves her head slightly to brush the hair off her forehead.
Aubrey stands there for a minute, bewitched, then decides it’s time to go. She has to go or she’ll do something impulsive, daring and something she might regret for the rest of her life.
“Well, I’m going. I’ll-- see ya around, I guess,” she whispers and starts walking.
“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Al closes the hood of her car.
“Home,” Aubrey says, “I told you this like five minutes ago.”
Al ignores Aubrey, scratches her head, then says, “You’re going home?”
Talk about not being heard. Aubrey nods, “Yeah. I’ll see ya around.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“What?”
“I said do you need a ride?” Al opens the car door for Aubrey.
“I live two blocks from here, Al.” Aubrey reminds her.
“So what? I’ll give you a ride.”
Aubrey stands there for a second-- looking at the open car door.
“Just walk away- say no," Aubrey tells herself. Then Al smiles at her…
Aubrey climbs in the car.
Al settles in the driver’s seat, turns on the engine, looks over to Aubrey, and says, “Nice shirt.”
Aubrey realizes she isn’t wearing a bra.
TBC