Okay, so you have to not hate me right now. I'm trying REALLY REALLY hard to get back into this. And I was going to do When Worlds Collide, but I hate that story. Sorry. But I like songs, so I'm just gonna stick with the easy stuff until I'm totally back. The song is Before He Cheats, by Carrie Underwood. So… prepare for shitty writing. Ahhh I'm nervous. Okay. Here…we…go!
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Ed smiled as he looked in the glass of scotch in his hand. He had already had two, so this third one would be easy. Edward set it down after a small sip and glanced at the man next to him. He was tall and brunette; the type of guy Ed really hated at that moment. His eyes went back to his scotch. This was their bar, but Mustang said he was gonna work late.
By ten, Edward was good and drunk, and mighty proud of himself. He set the empty glass down on the bar and asked the bartender if he'd ever been in love. When he said yes, Ed smiled and said that love sucked.
"Right
now, he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp,
and
she's probably getting frisky." The words poured out of his mouth quicker than the vodka or rum
anyone was drinking. "Right
now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink, 'cause she
can't shoot whiskey."
He smiled and remembered the first time he'd shot whiskey. Roy
laughed the whole ride home, that bastard. "Right
now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how
to shoot a combo."
Edward smiled big.
"And he don't know that I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats... I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all 4 tires..."
Ed stopped in the middle of his confession, realizing he was attracting a bit too much attention. He slapped some money on the table and got off of the stool, trying to walk to the door. 'Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.' Ed thought to himself. He fell into a booth, and heard his name.
"Ed? Holy sh… I can't believe you're drunk. Oh my god." The man holding Edward up ran his free hand though his own blonde hair. "Hey Breda, what are we gonna do here?"
The other man shifted and scooted over. "Let him sit here. Order him some coffee and then we'll take him home."
The three sat there for a while, Havoc and Breda drinking alcohol, Edward sipping coffee. Havoc did the worst thing; he brought up a girl he had seen with Mustang. Ed smiled darkly and traced the rim of his mug with his finger.
"Right now, she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke. Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk", and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky." Ed's brows grew close together and Breda gave him a weary look. "Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom cologne." Ed looked Havoc dead in the eye and stopped tracing his mug.
"And
he don't know that I dug my key into the side of his pretty little
souped up 4 wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats."
Havoc swallowed his brandy and was astonished at Ed." "I
took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in
all 4 tires…"
Ed looked back down to his steaming coffee. "Maybe
next time he'll think before he cheats."
Havoc's eyes were wide, as well as Breda's. Ed sighed and got out of the booth. He held onto it for a second due to vertigo, and then walked out the door of the pub. Ed walked down the street to a much larger bar; the one Roy often took him too. Roy's car was parked outside, and Ed smiled as he ran a flesh finger over the scratches on the paint.
"I might've saved a little trouble for the next one," Ed decided. He looked in the window of the bar. Just like he earlier, Mustang was with some red-haired slut who was holding some green drink. "Cause the next time that he cheats…" He smiled as he watched the girl wrap her arms around Roy. "Oh, you know it won't be on me." Ed looked down as the two kissed lightly, and then turned back to the car, his masterpiece.
"No...Not on me." He kicked the flat tire and let out a sad laugh. He leaned on the car and closed his eyes, remembering the motions he went through just a few hours before.
"I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats." SO HE'LL NEVER FORGET ME.
"I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all 4 tires." SO HE CAN'T RUN AWAY ANYMORE.
"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." Ed opened his eyes and stepped away from the car. He leaned on the wall of the bar, and smiled when he heard the small ding of the bell.
"HOLY CRAP!" Mustang rushed to the car, a girl quick behind him. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY CAR!?" The girl had her arms around his shoulders and was trying to comfort him.
"Yeah, what could've happened?" Roy looked behind him, only to see his worst fear.
"Ed," He started. "Did you… did you fucking do this?"
Edward smiled and looked to the girl next to his ex-lover, then back to the man. "Read the seats, they say who did it." He started to walk away, but then he looked at the girl. "Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
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So…hate me? Yeah, well, join the club. My butt hurts from sitting here for hours, so that's all you get, sorry. At least its something, even though I hate it. Bleh.
