okay, so i started writing this last night, and i really like it. It goes against every argument i had with my mom about not wanting to be a writer which is true because i don't want to be. But basically i got the idea while i was watching the movie Revolutionary Road. I was looking at Leonardo DiCaprio sitting on a bed smoking a cigarette and then BAM this hits me. So the main guy, I was thinking of Leo when I started describing him, but I was like "EW that's weird." So I changed my mind. But yeah, just let me know what you think (: it's not much btw. just saying.
Knock, knock.
A man opened the door, a cigarette sticking out from behind his ear. His hair was slightly ruffled, the dirty blonde strands sticking up every which way. His eyes were clouded over, a hint of confusion showing behind the dark brown irises. At a fresh twenty-two years old, he was dressed in the neatest clothing to be found for blocks. His shirt and pants were neatly pressed, the slacks bearing a crease down to his perfectly polished shoes. The shirt, a light shade of blue, had a single button opened at the top; the tie slightly pulled away from collar. His face held a frown as he looked the visitor over, taking in the dark brown hair, the sunglasses perched carefully at the hair line. Dark brown eyes lined carefully in jet black, long black lashes on the rim. Slowly, the recognition dawned on him, matching smiles making their way onto both of their faces.
She stood in the hall, a patient expression on her face. Her hair, looking a bit frazzled from the rush of the trains in the subway below, hung loose, brushing just below her shoulders. It was worn curly, natural – the way her mother had told her she preferred to see it . The blouse she wore was a bright pink, the material sheer enough to see the white camisole she wore underneath. It was slightly concealed beneath a black cardigan, a large pink flower pinned on the right side. Her legs bore dark blue jeans, a bit long, as they were folded into cuffs. Her feet were bare, except for a pair of nude colored stockings. In her right hand was a pair of Steve Madden pumps, the soles barely worn, making it known they were new. Her left hand held a black satin clutch, and a small heart shaped ring was worn on her middle finger.
Neither of them said a word as he swung the door open, revealing a well-kept apartment. Walking in, she looked around slowly, noticing small changes in the furniture. The walls were painted different shades of brown, keeping a neutral setting. To the left of the door was a small bucket, housing two black umbrellas. Above the bucket was a small row of hooks, two of the three being used for keys and a jacket. In the center of the living room sat a small black coffee table, a little glass bowl of colorful candies in the middle. A black leather sofa was pushed against the wall on the other side of the table, below a window overlooking the streets of Manhattan. The white curtains on the window were billowing softly with the breeze of the open window. There was a bookshelf nestled in the corner between the wall and the sofa, one shelf filled with CD's, another with a mix of mystery novels, a few romance, and Shakespeare plays from his college days.
She turned back towards him, before dropping her shoes near the door and walking into the bedroom. The door was already open, so she walked right in, spinning around and sitting on the bed. There was a window on the far wall of the room, a white floor lamp standing next to it. The curtains were closed, but you could still see through the thin material. The bed was full-sized, dark blue sheets strewn across it, the pillows hanging off slightly. The nightstand nearest the door had two drawers, the top one opened a little. A wooden picture frame was turned down, an alarm clock seated next to it. The opposite table held a vase of flowers and a card reading "Happy Birthday, Son!" was laying next to it.
The man walked into the room, leaning against the door frame, a small smile on his face. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he said, still studying the girl's clothing.
"Not that long, I don't think. It's strange how I seem to have forgotten how close our birthdays are," she said, looking at the birthday card.
"And yet," he said, "So far apart." Feeling satisfied with her renewed view on the apartment she stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of the man.
"Attis," she said, placing a hand on his chest, "There is really no need to be so melodramatic. At this point I may as well already be considered as being an adult." She smiled sweetly as he looked her over. The past few months really have been good to her, he thought, I will never understand why anyone would think otherwise. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the softness of her skin that was peeking out beneath her blouse. She blushed, always being self-conscious of her weight when around anyone male.
She cleared her throat and pulled away gently.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Attis said, "I'm being rude, aren't I? Would you like something to drink ..." his voice faded as he went to speak her name. Her eyes narrowed as he showed obvious puzzlement.
"You forgot my name, haven't you?" she said, placing her hands on her hips.
"N-no, no of course not! It's just – well it's been so long I wasn't sure if you were going by a new name to match your new...look." He said the last word carefully, letting her know of his approval.
"It's still Evangeline. But, if you would like, you can call me Eve." Evangeline smiled, as Attis raised an eyebrow.
"Eve?" he asked, "I like it. It's...hot." Eve rolled her eyes before walking out of the bedroom, playfully pushing past Attis. "What?" he called, before following her out into the living room, "It is!" The two entered the kitchen, Attis flipping on the monochrome lights above the small silver table to the left of the doorway. He pulled open the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water, and then placed them onto the table across from Evangeline. Attis pulled out a chair, swung it around and straddled it before looking at her, a serious look in his eyes.
"Now," he said, "why are you here?"