2013 May 22nd
"I think I finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss
You think I'm just too serious
I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so
Blow me one last kiss
Just when it can't get worse,
I've had a bad day
You've had a bad day
We've had a bad day
I think that life's too short for this
Want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this
Blow me one last kiss"
Rocking my head to the song, I screamed out the lyrics to all the unsuspecting pedestrians who gave me weird looks. What? Is this town really that small that they don't even have a psycho singer in their midst? As the last chorus of the song plays, I flip my long red hair back and forth to the beat of the song, playing air guitar like a true rock star. My boom box reaches the end of the playlist and streams out a long fuzzle of static. A stranger walks by and nudges me on the shoulder.
'You play guitar?'
'Uh, no. Just getting in the vibe.'
'I see.'
I look up and am met by ice blue eyes, sending shocks of electricity into my body. I sweep my gaze across his face and cock my eyebrow, impressed.
'Uh, did you hear me?' he asks.
Oh shit. Mental note – don't stare at random sexy strangers while they're talking to you.
I blush.
'What?'
'I said, what's your name?'
'And I should tell you because…?'
'Because I asked?'
'So?'
'So what?'
'Why should I tell some random sexy stranger my name?'
He smirks.
Oh shit. Did I really say that out loud? I realise that I'm stuttering in front of this sex god. Smiling, I do the only thing I could think of. I scream.
"FUCK!"
"What the hell?" He stares at me as if I've grown another head. "What is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing. Just that you reminded me of a duck." I grinned.
Now he's creeped out. Great, now this guy should leave me alone.
"Okay… So would you possibly consider going out with a duck?" He asks. Smirking, he looked me up and down. My jaw clenches. Who does this guy think he is? He is hot as shit, I'll give him that, but if he thinks it's that easy, he has another thing coming.
"Sorry I'm actually busy," I smiled innocently, "doing anything else." My smile drops as I grab my boom box and strut off leaving him gaping behind me.
Guys.
"Yes dear? How may I help you?"
I stare into the elderly ladies eyes and speak as slowly as I can.
"You are leaving your house to me and you are going to go live in California or wherever your grandchildren are. You are going to think that you sold this house so you could be closer to your family and you are not going to remember me."
"I'm going to leave and live near my grandchildren. I'm not going to remember you." She repeats with a dazed but happy look on her face.
I nodded, satisfied with my work. Looking around, I smiled at the home. It was cozy enough and it beats having to pay rent every month. Dropping my bags on the sofa I rummage through the pantry and find a bottle of vodka. It's time to get this party started!