(A/N) Okay, so I'm new here, this is my first fanfic. Constructive criticism welcome. This is set in the future. Enjoy. Disclaimer- I do not own the Clique, The Modern Age by the Strokes, or any brands mentioned.
Fisher Penthouse
Fifth Avenue
2:56 AM
Cameron Fisher turned restlessly on his bed. His bothersome devil of a conscience was acting like a bitch. As always. To bad it was always in his head because they barley ever agreed. Where was the good angel that was supposed to be on the other side of his shoulder? It was never around.
"Why settle down so early Fisher, you're 24, there's a whole other world out there. You should be partying, living, for God sakeswake up and smell the coffee, it's the Modern Age, you shouldn't be settling down and thinking about marriage. So 1950's! No time for her. You don't even love her." His conscience preached.
His conscience was actually somewhat right for a change. He didn't love her anymore. But he used to. A lot. But that was until they decided to become really serious and move in together. That's when she got all…psycho. At first he thought it was PMS. But everyday? I don't think so. She became extremely controlling and accused him of lying and cheating, even when he didn't do anything.
"And besides, remember what happened tonight?"
Flashback
"Cameron Fisher, where have you been?," Yelled his girlfriend once he entered their expensive Fifth Avenue penthouse.
"I was at soccer." Cam said truthfully.
"How come you didn't call?"
"My phone died, I'm really sorry."
"Oh, really?" She fired back sarcastically. "Are you sure you weren't with some other girl?" She walked away and into the bedroom.
"No, I swear! Don't you believe me?" Cam said, following her into the room.
She scoffed. "Of course not! You've been late for the past week." She turned her back to him and changed into her pajamas. "'My phone's dead.' What a horrible excuse," She mumbled.
"But it was." Cam pressed, taking off his shirt and soccer shorts. "Want me to show my phone to you?" She rolled her eyes and climbed into the bed, he followed, not bothering to take a shower. Serves her right. He thought. "Listen to me-" Cam started.
"Save it, I am so through with you, we'll talk in the morning…" She smelled the air and sneered. "And take a shower." She faced away from him. The conversation was over.
"Are you sure you weren't seeing that preppy 'friend' of yours?" Cam mumbled, mimicking her snotty tone.
"What did you say?" She fired back, back still facing him.
"Oh, nothing," Cam replied in a fake, obnoxious, cheerful voice.
This ends a typical night in the Fisher Penthouse.
End Flashback
Okay, so maybe he did bend the truth a little about not seeing another woman. Yes, that particular night he was late because of soccer practice, and yes, his phone did die. But some days he was late because he was talking to her. The other woman. Known too well by Cam, his bitch of a conscience and his accusing girlfriend. They would usually meet up at some café and talk about their lives in a friendly way. Not really classified as cheating. She knew that Cam was still currently in a relationship, a bad one, but still considered a relationship and respected that, but it was obvious they both wanted more. And no doubt, Cam was falling in love with her, the other woman.
"Come on, you know you're in love with your… 'Other woman'. I like her much better than your current one." His conscience persisted. Cam sighed, turned, faced his girlfriend and saw her silhouette through the moonlight. Of course she was still beautiful, with her dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders.
Sighing again, Cam moved around, and fished around the drawer of his, excuse me, her Italian marble nightstand he bought three weeks ago, to treat himself for winning a championship soccer game. Even though he paid for the nightstand, all 5,678 dollars, a huge waste of money because she classifies it as hers; which really pissed him off, not that he could say anything.
He finally found his mini Itouch, the newest generation of the still successful IPod. Scrolling through his 567 songs, he found the right one; the Modern Age by the Strokes, and pressed play not caring how loud the volume was in his earphones. She was a heavy sleeper anyways. He dozed off into a dream. In his dream the song lyrics was the plot and dialogue, and at times his conscience was the narrator, talking to him or his girlfriend. His conscience was not going to let this go.
(Bold Italics are the song lyrics. Italics are his conscience talking to Cam. Normal font is narration.)
Up on a hill is where we begin
This little story a long time ago…
Cam flashed back to when he was a teenager, trying to get her attention. Not knowing what was in the future.
Stop to pretend, stop pretending
It seems this game is simply never-ending
You know you don't love her, you will continue fight. It won't stop. His conscience whispered.
Oh, in the sun, sun having fun
It's in my blood
I just can't help it
Cam flashed back to when he was with his friends and the Pretty Committee the summer before high school, deemed the 'best vacation ever', they went to St. Lucia. But Cam wasted his summer trying to get her attention.
Leavin' just in time
"Don't want you here right now
Let me go, oh, let me g-g-g-g-g-g-go!" His conscience screamed to his girlfriend.
Stay there for a while
Go to your other woman…
Rolling in the ocean
Trying to catch her eye
Remember how hard you tried to impress her that summer…It's not worth it now.
Work hard and say it's easy
Do it just to please me
You always have to make her happy… Isn't it time for a change?
Tomorrow will be different
So I'll pretend I'm leaving
Just Leave…
Our fears are different here
We train in A-V-A
I wish you hadn't stayed
My vision's clearer now, now I'm unafraid
I know you're not scared of her… dump her ass.
Flying overseas, no time to feel the breeze
I took too many varieties
St. Lucia…It wasn't worth it.
Oh, in the sun, sun having fun
It's in my blood
I just can't help it
You should be out…Partying…
Leavin' just in time
"Don't want you here right now
Let me go
Darlin' let me g-g-g-g-g-g-go" His conscience screamed to his girlfriend again.
Staying for a while
Go to your other woman…I know she will be waiting for you.
Rolling in the ocean
Trying to catch her eye
She wasn't worth it…
Work hard and say it's easy
Do it just to please me
Stop making her happy, it's time you leave.
Tomorrow will be different
So this is why I'm leaving
Leave her! His conscience begged.
Cam woke up, his eyes shot open. He grabbed his car keys and turned around.
"Bye, Alicia." He whispered, and raced out the door, without looking back. It's the 'Modern Age' anyways. Cam thought, quoting his conscience. He then passed the old doorman and entered the parking lot.
"Not like she will care anyway." His conscience added.
Cam, finally fully agreeing with his conscience, jumped in his car, and quickly put his keys in the ignition, but stopped suddenly and raced back up to the penthouse.
"What the hell are you doing?" Questioned his conscience, infuriated.
Once inside the bedroom, he opened up the nightstand, and started to empty all of Alicia's contents, onto the empty side of the bed. The force in which he threw her stuff accidentally opened a small bottle of liquor, which was practically 95 percent alcohol.
"No way, she is keeping this. She can keep all of my other stuff, but this…is mine…never should have been hers" Cam thought, picking up his nightstand, ignoring its weight.
"Smart move…The spilled alcohol on the bed, should we tell her?"
Cam considered whether to tell her for a moment "…Nah, I just hope the house doesn't catch on fire…and if it does, she'll have something new to bitch about."
If consciences could laugh, it just did.
He raced out of the bedroom as fast as he could, with the nightstand on his shoulders, grinning. As he passed the doorman for the second time, the doorman looked at him in a strange way, probably thinking he was high. To old to realize how much damage he could do on the streets if he really was. Once the nightstand was laid safely in the trunk, he quickly put the keys in the ignition once again, and revved out the parking lot. To find Massie Block…
The Other Woman.