Topic- Neighbor story
Title- Noise
I'm sitting on the couch.
Bang!
A door slams next door. The movie I'm watching is interrupted as a shiver runs through the screen, and George Clooney's face is distorted for a second. Getting back into the complex story, trying to figure out how the characters will pull it off, I think, Who robs a casino, anyway? And all the schemes they are coming up with are-
BANG!
Brad Pitt, in all of his much adored glory, almost falls down on-screen from that last one. The characters are going through The Plan one more time, and the movie switches to heavy dialogue-
That I don't hear because from outside I hear someone yell, in that oh-so-familiar annoying voice, "Get your ass back inside!"
The movie is getting intense now. Something went wrong, Clooney is forced to improvise. His mouth opens wide as he screams an order, trying to get everything back together. All I hear, perfectly matching the mouth movements, is, "Damn it, Jacob! I'm not in the mood for this shit!"
Yeah, maybe you should have thought about that before you got your fat ass knocked up. No sympathy for the stupid.
I give up on the movie. It's almost over anyway, and I missed most of the fast paced ending. I turn on the stereo, which take a few minutes because it is so old, and as I do I hear the other voice. This one is scratchy with age and even more annoying. "Jacob, Get over here right now or I'm gonna beat your ass!"
I know what's next; the loud maternal retaliation of the fat one is not surprising. Now I want to rip the tubes out of the old broad's face. If she can scream that loud, she obviously does not need to be on oxygen. The fat one continues.
"Don't you yell at my son like that!"
"Oh, but you'd let-
I cut them both off as a shockwave of Korn blasts from the stereo. I'm handicapping myself, now all I can do is listen to the loud music. Unable to read, write or do anything that requires thinking, I sit down on the couch and lose myself in the angry music, knowing for certain that I am the loudest.