1. Strenght Through Music.
Violet :
I couldn't get up. I didn't want to, but I also just couldn't. It was as if my body was telling me to go on without it, like in old war movies. I heard my mother call me from the kitchen telling me I was going to be late if I didn't hurry up. Fuck her... My mind was floating around in the room, unwilling to get back into my head. For a second, I wondered if I was still asleep or still high. Holy fuck... If it's the case that kid sells good shit... I rolled of the matress and tried to take a step. During a few seconds, the change of position made me dizzy and I tripped over, grabbing the ledge of the window to steady myself. I pull myself up, giggling a bit. I walked to the bathroom and threw myself into a cold shower.
Once I got downstairs, I tried as hard as I could to tip-toe out the door before my mom noticed me, failing.
''Vi. Come here.
-What ?...''
She lay her hand on my shoulder, rubbing her thumb gently.
''Have a nice day, okay ?''
-Yeah, right...''
I shrugged her hand off and walked towards the door, turning around one last time when I reach it to throw her a little smile – just so she doesn't go paranoid on me hanging myself in school. As I reached the street, I felt eyes upon me. I looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of someone watching... Apparently Vivien wasn't the only one paranoid...
Tate :
She looks around nervously when she senses me watching her. I grin. She seems so fragile, yet so strong... I'd seen her for the first time about a week ago, stumbling out of a truck under the weight of two big card-board boxes. I had been sitting near my window, smoking. The ankle long dress she was wearing was flying in the wind, and I noticed the fabric was see-though, allowing me a nice view of her underwear. I have to admit I smiled – the previous owner of the next door house was a 80 year old widow... Not much to see. That day, the girl also wore round sun glasses and a Annie Hall hat. I liked her. She was different, and, most importantly, she had fight. I'd seen it in the way she had talked back to her father – she wasn't afraid of anything. I kept on watching her from my window to hers during the following days. She didn't do much. She read, listened to music, smoked – a lot, watched movies... I had to admit she had good taste. From time to time I caught glimpses of her body : she slept naked and apparently enjoyed walking around with no clothes on. This was going to be so much fun...
I didn't see her at school that day, which, to my own surprise, dissapointed me. Maybe she attended another establishment. A private one ? Class was... boring, as usual. Being stuck in a room full of bitches and dicky jocks isn't my favourite activity in the world... I kept wondering about her. What her name was, if she was as interesting as she seemed...
Violet :
The school was fucking Hell. Like any other one I supposed... Apparentlly, I didn't have the looks to blend in. Here, there were no weird kids, nobody who could have possibly have common interests with me. I didn't really mind, I was used to be a loner but it was crazy to see that here, even the outsiders were all the same... I almost got in a fight with some bitch at lunchtime. Far too pretty to be a good person. Drama happened when she spotted me across the green, a cigarette in my hand. She didn't look so impressive when I spat in her face... I hoped I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore or I would lose my precious nerve. I didn't really believe she would start a fight with me – just a glimpse at her perfectly manucured nails and I could guess she wasn't really into anything including using her hands for any other purpose than tasting semen – but I supposed I should keep my guard up anyway.
I walked home, stopping to sit on a bench on the way. As I lit my cigarette, inhaling the thick smoke, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun's light caress on my face. I opened my bag, grabbing the flask I had filled with whisky the same morning. As I sipped it up slowly, I tried to imagine what I was going to say to my Mom about my day. ''It was fine. Thank you.'' Short, concise. Satisfactory for the basic self-absorbed parent. Great.
Tate :
I'm ready when she comes back : at my window, waiting to see her walk past my house and into hers. When she does, I watch her attentively : the way her hair flies back a little at every step she takes, how she drops her back to the ground to root around in it for her keys... She is delicious, as always.
When she reaches her bed room, a few minutes later, I hear the door slam and her bag hit the floor once more. She walks across the room, unbuttonning her long sweater along the way. She eases it off slowly and I wish I could be the one undressing her at that moment. She puts some music on. Jefferson Airplane, good pick. She keeps on pulling her clothes off and I feel my blood rush a little lower. She walks around her room in her bra and underwear, her soft stomach exposed to my gaze, catching a book and her pack of cigarettes on the way and pulling an arm chair over to the window. Then she sees me. She looks at me for a few seconds, her head slightly tilted to the side. She doesn't bother covering herself up, which makes me smirk a little. I feel the side of my lips curling up a little at one side. After a few moments of just staring at me, she sits down and turns her attention to her book, apparently forgetting me, which I decide to take as her approval, so I keep watching her, relishing in the moment.
Violet :
I'm stratled when I see him. This perfect Cobain look alike, staring at me from across the window. He's hansome, for sure. He grins, and for a second he looks like a child in a candy store. He looks so delighted I decide to let him enjoy the moment, so I sit down and start reading, yet I find trouble to concentrate as the sensation of his gaze upon me makes my toes a little tingly.
