Hey guys! I wrote something quite short and kind of angsty. It was actually for my writing class, but I was picturing Hannah Montana when I wrote it. (Haha, I didn't tell my 80-year-old prof that part…) So… figured I'd post it.
Disclaimers:
1. First and foremost, THIS STORY CONTAINS NO REAL PEOPLE. It does, however, contain characters from Hannah Montana. I absolutely do not own these characters.
2. Small warning: It contains fairly mild, non-graphic sexual themes and implied alcohol use. But definitely nothing serious.
With that out of the way… Enjoy!
Lilly sighed and looked at the clock again. Almost 6:00. Almost time for him to call with his latest excuse.
Though she had never mentioned it, she had always noticed. How could she miss it? The way he looked at them, the hours of time left unaccounted for, how his eyes fell to floor when she asked where he had been. And in the end, it felt as though she only had herself to blame. It had never been a secret, the fact that Joe was a "ladies' man," and she was a fool to think that marriage would ever change that.
Sure, it had been fine for the first couple of years. The newness and novelty of it all had kept him interested. But somewhere inside she knew that he couldn't keep it up, and he didn't. His focus began to waver.
As did her own, eventually.
She thought back to the first time. It was some stupid party for the label. They were both required to attend, though neither one was particularly pleased about it. Halfway through the night, Lilly had snuck out the back to smoke a cigarette. That's where she found him, leaning against the brick wall. They started talking, and before either of them really knew what was happening, they found themselves in the back of a cab.
He asked whether Joe would be looking for them, but Lilly knew better. She had seen him leave with the cheap looking redhead almost an hour ago. She gave the driver her address.
And then somehow it just… happened.
It was tentative, and awkward, and kind of sloppy. But she needed it. And late at night when she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could still remember how the pungent aroma of alcohol hung heavily in the air, and how for the first time in four years, she felt something.
She felt something, dammit.
The man she had stood in front of her family, friends, and God Himself with, promising to love and be faithful to forever, had long since abandoned her. They shared the same residence, but for years they had been but two ships that pass in the night. But that night, with him, she felt something. It was as though she had just awoken from a four-year slumber, unaware that she had ever been dreaming in the first place. And she didn't ever plan on going back to sleep.
Of course it was wrong. She knew that it was wrong. Every part of her logical brain was screaming it, but Lilly had never been one for logic. Had she been, she probably never would have ended up with Joe in the first place. But it was too late.
She wondered now if he knew. He never said a thing about it, but every now and again she would catch him carefully looking around their bedroom, as if inspecting it for any effects of outside sources, or look up only to find him staring at her. She wondered if he felt as excruciatingly responsible as she did when she looked at him.
The phone rang.
So yeah, there it was. I love angst. I really do. lol
Well, I hope you liked it. I love reviews if you get the chance. :o)
And yes, I did keep the pronouns a little vague, but not too vague to follow. (I think, at least.)
Anyway, thanks SO much for reading! You're the best!
-Charlotte