Hello stranger,
New story alert yo! But don't worry, I'm still working on my ABC story. This is just a random idea that popped into my head, and I decided to do something about it.
Let's see where this goes?
Let's rewrite life together with the stars
Life doesn't work this way (1)
This isn't how life is supposed to work, you think as he kisses you sloppily on the cheek. Sometimes you think you hate him but then you realize you can't because he's always been there (but always is such a general word, because he hasn't always been there. No one has.)
You should feel butterflies at this exact moment because he's being so cute and so nice and so Ron, but instead you feel this blankness that you wish wasn't there because you're supposed to be happy always, not blank.
"What's wrong Mione?" He asks and his red hair makes you cringe because it's too bright and it's too attention catching and you're sure everybody is looking at you.
"Nothing." And your smile fights against all the muscles in your face that are trying to make you frown, but then your smile wins because it always does.
And he smiles a lopsided grin that kind of reminds you of a big slobbering dog that jumps on you as soon as you walk through the door. He was exactly that, and you wish he wasn't because you need someone who could talk to you, and as cute as big slobbering dogs were, they couldn't ever talk back.
*
"Ron" You say almost too calmly. Really you're wondering what the hell you;re doing, this is normal, this is life; you can't just leave it. But you still call his name too calmly and he hums to show he's listening and you think it's now or never.
"I think we need to take a break."
He certainly wasn't expecting that. But you leave before you can see the hurt on his face and hear the words that could stop you on the tip of his tongue.
*
Dead end town? Check. Quiet coffee shop? Check. Lonely people? Check. All the time in the world? Check. Love? How could there be love when you were so damn lonely?
The coffee cup looks like it's bigger than you and for a moment you want to jump into the cup and drown yourself in the coffee you had put too much milk and sugar in.
You don't really have a preference of how many sugar cubes or how many spoons of milk, it really depended on the mood you are in. And too much milk and too much sugar didn't fit the way you are feeling right now- Curiously Morbid.
This isn't how life is supposed to work you think again as you watch a teenage boy with scared eyes and ink stained fingers scribble in a torn and tattered notebook. His clothes are ripped and you feel like buying him another cup of coffee but he looks perfectly content bleeding ink all over a crumbled piece of paper. Maybe paper is the only thing willing to listen, you think.
A strapping gentleman strides into the coffee shop and you're sure who it is as soon as you see the blinding blonde hair and confident walk. He doesn't walk- he swaggers you decide. And then when he buys a coffee- a cappuccino with cinnamon and 2 sugar cubes- and sits across the room from you and looks around in feigned interest when really he looks hurt you think. This isn't how life is supposed to work.
But then again, how is life supposed to work? You look back into the depths of your coffee mug and wonder who will give you answers and a shoulder to cry on. Certainly no one in this cafe. But then again, life doesn't like to be predicted so she gives you surprises. And surprises are good you decided a long time ago when you were still naive and happy. Surprises are very good.
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AND SCENE!
"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me."
Whoever guesses the song gets cookies!
Not so sure of this thang right here. I apologize for the past/present mix ups, I want to write it mostly in present, but then I wrote it in past, so then I had to rewrite that, and I think I missed a few. I don't know if you can feel the hurt yet... (because truthfully I can't) so I hope this will get more intense later on yeah?
xx The Queen of Lunacy
