Disclaimer: Don't Own Ben 10 or This Song.
A/N: Just something I wanted to write after listening to it. Plus, the Chargers lost!!! Damn it! Enjoy.
Escape
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
I watched Gwen sleeping on her side of the bed. We've been dating since I was sixteen and she was fifteen, and we've been living together since we were twenty-one. Now at the age of twenty-five, it's almost been ten years. I frowned. I love Gwen in all, but ten years? That's way too long to be with one person. I mean, I'm the only man she's ever been with and... Well, she's the second for me. Anyways, it seems that marriage isn't for us. I watch as her eyes fluttered opened.
"What's wrong baby?" She yawns before sitting up.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." Before she would've pushed me to tell her, then she would comfort me or we'd have sex, but now...
"Okay," she said falling back asleep and turning away from me.
That's it. I need something new.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."
I grab my laptop from my bedside table and click it on. I look at several websites, the usual myspace, facebook, porn, and other random shit. After all of that, I checked my email.
Inbox(2)
I look at the first one: Spam. the second one's from Ben. 'Kev, check out this couch me and Kai are selling.' It had a link along with it. I click on it and it takes me to DavisList. I look at the ugly couch. I'm about to switch websites until I saw an interesting item.
'Hot in Bellewood' Created by 'Babyred'
Curiously I clicked on it.
'Hi, I'm twenty-four and look. And I wonder, are you a hot man in Bellewod? Think hard or just look in a mirror. If you would go gay for yourself, go for this.' I laugh. Gwen stirs in her sleep, so I decide to be a littler quieter and continue reading. 'Well, if you like pina coladas and dancing or playing in the rain. I really hate yoga, so if you like it, don't bother. And if you're a genius, yeah... Same. Don't answer. If you like having public sex during the night in the nice outdoors, do answer. Well then, I'm the girl that you looked for, write to me and we'll escape this place.'
I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
I bookmarked the page. No one else seemed to be answering it, so I will eventually. I love Gwen, but our realationship is done. I mean, our sex life. No, let me rephrase that. Our lack of a sex life. We haven't had sex in two months, and when we do, it's the same thing: over and over again.
Foreplay: Me, her.
Position: Missionary.
Orgasm: Her, me.
Sleep.
It's not fun anymore.
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad.
"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."
Ah, fuck it. Sorry Gwen, but I just have to. As soon as I get home from, I get on my laptop. I respond to Babyred.
'I'm hot in Bellewood' Created by 'Sorberdude'
'Hey, I'm twenty-five and pretty hot. So, Babyred, I like pina coladas and dancing in the rain. You should know that I don't eat a lot of health foods. I like beer, but I do prefer champagne. I love sex anytime, anywhere. So, I've read your ad over and over. I really really need to meet you. So if you're any interested, come meet me in O'Malley's in downtown Bellewood. I'll be there in a black striped shirt. I'll wait for you for an hour. Together we'll plan our escape.'
I smirked at the screen and clicked send.
"Kevin?" I look up and see Gwen. She was wearing a purple long-sleeve shirt, black, unflattering black pants, and black flats. Her hair is tucked into a tight bun. Black-rimmed glasses framed her usually pretty face. she leaned against the doorframe.
"Hey." I respond closing the laptop.
"I didn't know you'd be here so soon. I would've cooked something sooner."
"It's okay. don't worry about it." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Okay, you mind if I borrow the laptop?" She gestures the the heated metal in my lap.
"Sure." She smiles. It's small. She walks over and grabs the laptop. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and leaves.
--
I check for any response later.
'I'll be wearing a yellow dress. ;)'
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew..."
"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."
I pack my black shirt in a bag to hide it from Gwen. Before I walk out the front door, she stops me wearing only in a zebra print bra and skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly.
"What are you doing?" I ask. She smiles and brushes invisible dust off my shoulder.
"Oh," she says in a sweet voice. "Nothing. You just look really nice today."
"Oh, well, err... thanks." She pulls on my shirt down to her face and kisses me. Not the really soft, light kisses she usually gives me, but a rough passionate one. This kiss is much like the ones we used to have when we started dating. I place my hands on her bare waist and pull her closer. She runs her fingers through my hair. Suddenly out of breath, we let go.
"What was that for?" I ask looking down on her. She tiptoes and whispers in my ear.
"I just wanted to." She playfully pushes me away and walks back towards the bedroom.
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I sat patiently at the bar. I check my phone again. It's almost been an hour. Damn, I've been conned. I chug the remainder of my beer. I'm about to stand up and leave when...
"Excuse me, have you seen a young gentlemen wearing a black striped shirt?" I gaze at the girl beside me.
"Well what do you know?" I thought out loud. Shocked, Gwen turns to me. She dons bright red heels and a short light yellow dress that stops mid-thigh. I see the bra she wore this morning peeking out of the top of her dress. Her expression softens as looks at my shirt.
"Oh, it's you." We laugh. She takes the seat beside me and I order her a drink.
"Two pina colada's please." I place my hand on her thigh.
"Gwendolyn Tennyson." She giggles. "I never would've guessed."
The bartender places our drinks between us.
"I never knew you liked pina coladas... or the rain, for that matter."
"Well, honey. I didn't know you preferred champagne over beer."
"I didn't know about you're crazy sexapades fantasies." She smirked.
"Well, it seems that we don't really know each other that well."
"Well, then." I grab two plane tickets to Maui out of my pocket. "Let's escape."
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."
Well, that was a lame ending. I did enjoy writing it. Maybe I'll make a whole thing of songfics. Maybe. If I have a lot of good feedback. I'm currently working on Not So Perfect. So, if you haven't read it yet. Read it. It's not perfect (hahahahah! pun!!), but I hear it's still pretty good.
Review.