A/N: Hello, my loves. I suddenly had an idea a few nights before, something outrageous and strange, and I decided to write it down. It wasn't supposed to be Gorillaz, or anything really, but it made its way into being what it is now. I hope you like it, it's AU and um... not what I'm used to. I didn't expect anyone to see it so please excuse my poor writing, I just threw it together in the end.
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-With Love,
SweetBubbaC
First Day of My Life
I wouldn't say it was the first time I'd seen her. It was an unusually foggy and dreary day in April, I'd woken up covered in the white sheets of Paula's bed and wreaking of booze, feeling like I bathed myself in filth the night before. It wasn't like the night before wasn't amazing, the party was crazy and the sex with Paula was great, but it was one of those mornings where I just felt...Disgusting.
I'd swung my legs over the side of her bed lazily, my currently in-tact blue eyes underlined with dark circles as they breezed through the room dizzily. My throat was aching, burning, and my feet were sore. All I wanted was to get up and get myself in the shower.
I remember stumbling my way to her pasty-white bathroom, smacking my lips because of the bitter taste in my mouth and thinking about the lovely black and red laced bra that hung over the bathroom door. In the distance, in the bathroom mirror, there she was; I'd been so startled that I'd screamed, and somehow ended up on the floor wrapped up in yesterday's clothes. My heart was beating too fast for me to comprehend, my hands were shaking, and I was pretty certain that I was seeing things again; I stood corrected when she had made her way out of the bathroom, walking towards me with her arm outstretched. It wasn't the side effects of the painkillers, it wasn't the buzz of alcohol, and I wasn't losing my fucking mind- a beautiful Japanese women dressed in a long, lilac colored satin robe and a messy head of violet-tinted hair was reaching for me, in broad daylight. She was frightening with her wide green eyes that were boring into me, almost desperate but for a reason unknown to me. I told myself to never forget her face or her silhouette, because it seemed that as soon as she attempted to open her ruby lips to speak Paula awoke frantically as a late reaction to me screaming, causing the girl to fade away in the blink of a tired eye.
I tried to talk to Paula tons and tons of times about what happened but she never wanted to hear it, she never truly cared enough to listen- it wasn't as if she didn't love me, or didn't bother, but I knew that to her I seemed insane and she didn't have the time of day for the crazy things that I had to say. It made our relationship thinner and dry, it went from comfortable to quiet and overbearing. A few months after the first time I saw the women the situation was forgotten, Paula had managed to convince me that it was all just a dream. Everything was alright again, I could hold her, make love to her, talk to her again.
I never really forgot though, I never told her that. It was one thing I was afraid to say to her, but I always believed that beautiful creature would come back.
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