Hey there everyone! I hope you are all enjoying the fall weather we are having, if you are in the North East that is. If not I hope you are enjoying your "fall" months! I am so sorry this took so long, I have been getting settled back into school (GO PILGRIMS!) and figuring some stuff out. However all these muses have been very impatient for this, mostly Jeff, (Jeff: Well you haven't paid me much attention and I'm excited!) so I thought I would update. Enjoy guys and feed my addiction of reviews!
The moon hung over the sky letting off its own glow that was warm in a way the sun was not. To Amy, the moon was much more inviting to her almost like a temptress of the best kind. The sun would only be out a few more hours she noted looking at the clock on her phone. Despite the calming effects the ocean waves meeting the shore Amy couldn't sleep. She spent hours tossing and turning while the others had already fallen into deep slumber that she envied. A cool breeze swept over Amy as she sat in one of the chairs on the porch, a thin blanket wrapped around her did little to ward off the breeze that send a slight shiver down her spine. She hugged the blanket tighter to herself robotically without taking her eyes off the waves. From her spot it looked like the water went on forever and the longer she thought on that the more she could feel the moon beckoning her to join the cold water. Amy could feel herself torn between doing what the moon wanted and going inside to try to sleep, though she knew she wouldn't. It was nights like these that she let her mind wander back to her past; a past she usually avoided at all costs.
FLASHBACK
The winter wind whipped her long black hair behind her, the spring jacket letting the wind cut to her bones. She brought the cigarette to her blue lips while she examined the plaza across from her before narrowing in on the building that held her glaze. A simple bank, right in the center of the plaza that had since closed after the darkness had settled over the town. Amy tossed the cigarette down and snuffed it out with the tip of her shoe. Her nerves were running wild but she knew she had no choice. Her newest book transcript had been turned down and she needed the money, if not then she would be kicked out of her home. Amy couldn't risk losing everything while still funding her dreams of being an author.
Finally she ignored the nerves that threated to defeat her before she even started, picked up the case next to her and started across the street. It was too late for anyone to be out but Amy watched the last employee of the fast food chain at the end of the plaza leave. A pang could be felt in her, almost as if she wished this mystery person would stay and catch her. This would be her first time doing anything like this, though she was amazing with breaking in places usually undetected. She went through the list of places that led up to this starting with her house after being locked out and ending with a convenience store for food. These thoughts filled her head until she was standing next to the bank, with a sigh she pulled a scarf over her face covering her distinct features and tossed her hair into a bun as that would be a giveaway.
Crouching in front of the doors Amy pulled her case open, her prized processions were within the case. Shiny little tools that aided her in different adventures and in return she treated them with the care others would a small child. Scanning through the case she selected a pair of small scissors; Amy stood and followed the seam of the door before spying the wire she desired. It amazed her that all it would take was clipping this one wire and the entire system was down, she was almost disappointed that it wasn't harder but she wouldn't look this gift in the face. Amy slid the scissors in and clipped the wire, she paused her movements to see if a different alarm would go off and let go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding. She went back to her tools and fiddled with the lock before it popped open. Amy allowed herself a smirk of victory, "Finally." She whispered to no one as the winter wind began to whip around her again.
Present
Amy remembered how that one bank held her over until her book got picked up and she was a highly thought of author. She used those experiences to write her books, ones of heists and thievery. Reliving that one cold night Amy almost regretted what she had done but she had resolved that debt. She had made a donation for the bank to upgrade the security system that Amy had easily broken in to and could barely contain a smile at the irony. Finally, Amy yawned and decided to ignore the moons delicious begging and make her way into the house.
Her room was the last room in the hall up the stairs. She peaked into each room to make sure everyone was still there, just to reassure herself that she wasn't alone. She stopped at Maggie's room first taking in the minimalist approach the woman took to her room only allowing a few pictures and books to cover her desk and shelves. Against the furthest wall was Maggie's bed the moon light streaming in though the sheer curtains and illuminating her friend's face. Amy shut the door before moving to Randy's room.
Randy had a much different feel than the women next door to him. Where Maggie's room was organized, Randy's looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Amy smiled at how fast he made the room a mess after just barely a week of being there. Books covered his shelves and a TV occupied his desk with the newest Xbox next to it. Everything in the room held a dull color, like greys and dark blues. Amy backed out of the room as quietly as she had entered before shutting the door and heading to the next room.
John had his bed the long way with his headboard against the furthest wall. It was close to the corner and the behemoth of a man took up the bed on his stomach with his hands under his pillow. Amy had to hold in a laugh at the sight of his ducky PJ pants yet they somehow fit his personality; making people laugh even in his sleep. John's room also had a minimalist effect despite the years of coming here. His room was an off white and held very few personal items except for the clothes he had hung up in the closet. Even the TV on a wall mount was dust free and the remote was perfectly next to it. Satisfied he was there Amy shut the door and moved to the room she liked the most.
Jeff's room could only be described as he was, enigmatic. The walls held all different colors splattered around it. Amy could remember being apprehensive about the project until Jeff reasoned that it was their rooms to do what he wished. While she thought about it he threw a balloon of paint at her and she let out what could only be called a shriek making the others come running. What they found was Jeff and Amy in a color war that they quickly joined. Looking at the walls Amy was shocked that the wall even had some on it since most of it had ended up on them. Despite the moon light, some of the paint glowed in the dark. Jeff's bed was like Maggie's the long way against the furthest wall. Amy wondered why they did that despite how big each person's room was. She let her eyes dart around to the canvases Jeff had set up around the room. Some of the artwork was done and signed by the artist but this wasn't what held her gaze. Debating with herself, Amy gave in and silently entered the room giving in to her curiosity.
The man on the bed stayed asleep as she entered the room and made her way to a canvas that held her gaze. She pulled it out from where it was partly hidden as a gasp escaped her lips. It was her own self-image that stared back at her. Her blue eyes were peeking out from where he black hair covered her face. In the picture the wind was whipping her hair and she was leaning forward with a small come hither smile on her face. The blue eyes danced with mischievous intentions while the sun reflected in them. In the background were the rocks that led up to the house in the distance. It was as if she was leaning into the gazer of the picture, keeping their attention from the background where the waves crashed the rocks and sprayed up. It was her own image but Amy couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the picture in her hands. She wondered if that was how Jeff saw her, with her plump red lips and dangerous blue eyes. So lost was she that she didn't hear the man of the room sit up and rub his eyes until he spoke in that sleepy deep voice that her knees shook for, "Amy?" the deep voice with a southern accent asked. "What are you doing?"
"I, uh…" Was all that escaped Amy's mouth. She couldn't find the words but it seemed she didn't have to as Jeff's gaze fell on what was in her hands. His eyes went from the picture to her before his usually tan face went ghost white. Amy knew that she was never supposed to see this and cursed her curiosity to hell and back again. "I was looking at this." She said the unneeded words to break the silence.
"I see that." Jeff's voice was barely above a whisper and he rubbed his eyes again. "It's you."
"I can see that." Amy let a small smile come to her face before looking at the painting again. "It is amazing Jeff." She raised her eyes to him with a small frown. "Is this how you see me?" Her question came out soft and Jeff's ears perked to hear the question.
"What do you mean? It's you. You can see that." Jeff sounded exasperated, like he couldn't wait for this conversation to be over as soon as humanly possible. Amy rolled her eyes and avoided his.
"I can see that. But it doesn't look like me. This woman almost looks like a temptress with her come hither smile and those eyes that draw you in. Everything about her makes everything else less important; your eyes never want to leave hers." Her voice was soft but not as soft as before. Amy cut her eyes to Jeff as a small sigh escaped his.
"Like I said, that is you. Just how I see you." He rolled his eyes upwards to avoid her look. "How you tempt me sometimes despite my being in a relationship. I sometimes find myself almost calling Beth your name or comparing how you are so different from her in the best way possible. When we aren't here I find myself wondering what you're doing even as I lay in bed with another woman in my arms. Some nights I even wish it was your body and not hers. But it isn't and she loves me. I could never hurt her by voicing these things about a woman she has never met." Jeff laid back on the bed with a flop seeming exhausted from saying the truth that they both knew but never spoke. Silently, Amy put the painting back before shutting the door and making her way to the other side of the bed. Without a word she slipped into the bed and blankets beside the southern, feeling his body tense.
"What are you doing?" His voice came out raspy and tense. Amy had to keep herself from attacking his as the tone went right to between her thighs.
"Going to bed, what do you think?" Her reply was simple as she snuggled into the bed and shut her eyes. The man beside her stayed tense for a few more seconds before a deep sigh escaped his lips and he put an arm around her middle just to pull her closer; resting her back against her stomach as she curled up and gave out a sigh of content. She knew this didn't change much but as much as he wished she was in his bed she wished the same thing. This one night she would allow them both not to think and just be. With a satisfied smile she drifted off to sleep without Jeff far behind her, playing with her hair until he fell asleep with his fingers still entangled in the black hair of the dream woman next to him.