~Chapter Ten~
Cole
When I was asleep I thought my life had finally found some normalcy. Then I would wake up. Isabel jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
I slithered deeper under the covers. Grace came through the door and gave me a glare, before heading towards the bathroom. I slowly inched my way towards the edge of the bed until I had three options: One, roll over and go back to sleep. Two, get up like a good boyfriend should. Or three roll over the other way and fall out of bed.
Well actually I only had two options. Option one resulted in a three-way lecture, so that was an obvious no. So that left me with getting out of bed or falling out of bed.
I groaned and sat up. Isabel sat with her back against the bathtub. Grace sat beside her with a warm washcloth. I kneeled down next to Isabel.
Grace looked at me. "Really Cole?"
"Am I not wearing pants?" I looked down. I just wore boxers that had four-leaf clovers that said 'get lucky' on them.
"I knew I put pants on today." Grace and Isabel rolled their eyes in unison. Women. Praying for Love in a lab dance and paying in naivety.
Interviewers used to ask me where I got my inspiration for lyrics. Usually I ignored them. The answer seemed obvious to me: Life. You live your life and hopefully you'll stumble upon a moment worth writing a lyric about.
Sam walked in. His eyes drifted to Isabel who was wearing excellently short sleeping shorts and a tank top. Then he looked at me.
"Really Cole?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I'm wearing pants." I said nodding.
Sam rolled his eyes. The weather today is sarcastic with a chance of:
Indifference or
Disinterest in what the critics say
The room was filled with silent stares. Isabel looked at me. I smiled. Grace broke the silence,
"I need caffeine." She left and Sam silently followed. I grabbed the notebook that sat by the shower. Once in an interview I said I got most of my lyric ideas in the shower or in movie theaters or making out with soon-to-be-ex-girlfriends. I wrote down the lyrics before I forgot them.
Isabel looked at me. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Have they gotten bigger?" I asked looking at Isabel's chest.
She got up and left. I turned on the shower. I stripped and stepped in. It was freezing. My nerves shivered, I felt a lot closer to wolf than I had in a while.
My hand slipped off the knob. I grasped it firmly and pulled it towards the red paint. I watched the drops of water bounce of the floor before settling and going down the drain.
The water was hot. The drops continued to fall. The water was very hot. Some drops bounced off the wall before falling into the drain. The water was boiling.
The drops… "Jesus Cole!" I spun around to face a very naked Isabel. She yanked the knob towards the blue, and stepped inside.
"Isn't it strange how some water drops hit the wall and others…" I lost interest in my own sentence. Isabel put some pink substance in her hair and scrubbed it around. She rinsed that out and put a slightly less pink substance in her hair.
It became very shiny as her hands rubbed it in. Her hair had turned darker. It was more golden.
"Can I try?" I really wanted to touch it. She didn't say anything. Her hands dropped from her head.
I ran one hand through her hair. It was smooth. I ran both hand through her hair, then over her shoulders, and down her ribs. I stopped at her waist and spun her around so she was facing me.
Even though she had light hair and icy blue eyes, her skin remained pale. I hummed a melody to match the lyrics I wrote earlier. I watched Isabel listen. She had her eyes closed and swayed softly.
I stopped. Her eyes slowly opened. "Do you want a rock band at your wedding?" As soon as I said it regretted it. Isabel froze her expression looked carved from ice.
"I don't believe in happy endings." She turned and walked out, leaving me standing there.