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Sorry I changed the tenses between each point of view, but I guess “Meghan” talks in second person and Lee talks in third. :)
It had been a long night. Your air conditioning is busted and it's so hot you are only wearing your bra and panties ;) that are already drenched with sweat. You just finished dousing the kitchen counters with bleach and wiping the nasty smelling liquid off with a damp rag to make it shiny and clean when you feel a flurry of tickles on your bare midriff. You wait a moment to look down at the tickle perpetrator because being the perfectionist you are, you must finish wiping the Kool-Aid stain off the no longer pure-white counter top. Spills like this, pathetically, are what you live for ever since Lee broke your heart. You concentrate hard on the pink stain so you don't have to think him because each time you do, it feels as if your heart is being shredded into millions of pieces from the painful memories. Finally you finish your cleaning rampage and breathe a satisfying sigh, then look down. A huge centipede is crawling quickly and twitching at odd intervals on your stomach. You note that it must be at least a good half a foot long or so, and it's hard armour shell and many long whisker-like legs are so intimidating you offer a bloodcurdling scream to the dark, warm night.
Lee DeWyze could not forget the last time he saw her since it this memory had never left his mind for the last two weeks; it had constantly haunted him and left him in agony and tears. He had gone out with Meghan to have a couple of drinks and have a heart-to-heart at a fancy little club down on Grand Avenue. Meghan and Lee had been dating for about a month but had been friends for much longer. The evening at the club was supposed to symbolize their first month of coupleship but soon turned into Mortal Kombat VII when Lee had thrown down a few too many drinks and drunkenly spilled to Meghan that he had accidentally cheated on her. She immediately slapped him across the mouth and strided out of the club in her tall black pumps, looking quite graceful for someone who was drunk out of her mind. She called for a taxi and Lee stumbled behind her, still rubbing his sore cheek and begging for forgiveness. Meghan ignored his pleas even after he threw up all over the street as she was getting into her taxi. Lee could imagine the sneer she had on her face behind the dark taxi window as she watched him disgustedly.
Lee climbed out of his Mustang and onto the driveway of a house with all its lights turned on and surrounded by groomed wildflowers and various potted weeds. It was a terribly humid evening two weeks post-brawl and thankfully Lee had laid off the tequila shots this time. He walked slowly and nervously up to Meghan's door stoop and could almost smell the aroma of Meghan's vanilla scented candles that reminded him of the passionate evenings in which he cradled her tenderly in his arms and gazed into her candle lit face. His palms were already sweaty, but not because of the heat, and he was soundlessly rehearsing what he was going to tell her as he anxiously brought his hand into a clammy fist, about to knock on the brightly painted, red door with a large yellow sunflower painted in the middle of it that reminded him of Meghan's happy and sunny personality he had known so well before their fight. He was at the first gentle knock when he heard a heart wrenching scream from inside.
Your turn with it now Rae! :D