Max stared at the cold white plastic buttons. Her finger trembled as it
traveled towards the unnerving object. The small beep blared through her,
tormenting her. She thrust the instrument against the wall and listened in
pleasure as it loudly crashed. But the annoying object called to her,
beckoning her to do the inevitable. Slowly she bent down and reached for
the phone, once again intent on calling her- friend? –Enemy? –Boyfriend?
–Crush? No! Not a crush, it sounded too young and girly. *Boyfriend? * Max
snorted, * I can only wish. * He was defiantly not her enemy, but at their
current situation, they weren't exactly friends either. A sigh echoed
through the apartment, * this is yet another not-like-that relationship. *
A single tear fell down her cheek, landing on the receiver that troubled
her just a moment ago.
The same tear was mirrored on the silky skin of her desire as he slowly drove past a sign that read, 'you now leave Seattle. Please visit again.' But through all of his stormy thoughts and watery eyes, he could only decode, 'Leave Seattle. Please.' He saluted the message and said with venom, as if he were talking to Max, "Gladly."
Attempting to get his mind off the woman still driving him mad, he turned on the radio. The notes hit his ears with a painful familiarity to them. They had a sad, regretful tone to them. Then the words began and he immediately felt attached to the song, like it was singing to him. It spoke about the 'Best Deceptions'; something Max seemed to know a lot about. The thought of Max quickly made him change the station. A rock song broke the silence of the road blurring beside him. "Will you be my best friend, if I offer you my heart? Cause it's already yours." His heart was hers, his best friend's.
"SHUT UP!" he screeched at the machine. "STOP MAKING ME THINK OF HER!" He punched the music box will all his might, making it silent once again. Blood gushed through the calloused skin of his hand, spreading from his knuckles to the tips of his fingers. It spilled over onto the steering wheel of his newly borrowed Chevy convertible, drawing his attention to the flow and causing more curses to form on his luscious lips. A small ring dared to present itself to the angry owner, quietly asking for an answer while apologizing for its nuisance.
"No. I won't talk to her," Alec ground out. "She'll have to feel pain. Pain like she's causing me. Look at this!" He displayed his hand to the questioning item. "See that? That's what she's done to me! She's made me insane! She's driving me away!" At that, the phone muted its cries, but the name on the caller ID stared up at him and silently whispered, 'You're the one driving away.' Alec froze at the truth of the phone's words. "A talking phone? I'm telling you, I am going crazy." Nevertheless, his foot did not press on the gas. He closed his eyes and threw his head back at the small, painful sting of salt water. He sighed deeply, contemplating what to do, which path to take. His mind was as foggy as his vision as he stared up at the blurring stars, asking for an answer to his bizarre plight. He was asking for help in his strange little life, convinced that it would never come. Alec gave in and let the darkness take him for he knew not of any other choice.
Max gazed out of the window, seeing the stars twinkle in delight. She wished she could join them, not caring, not crying, not feeling, not seeing. Each little spark reminded her of what her life had been, what her life was, what her life could be. It was like a huge vault, holding every memory and hope hostage in balls of fire, teasing all who paused to ponder upon them. Although some say they feel small and insignificant with annoyance at the wrath of the massive stars, but Max thought it with a melancholy smile. If only she were insignificant enough to just be forgotten between all the people. No one chasing her, no one hating her, no one pissing her off so much that she loved him and no one to make her cry. If only she were alone. But the thing that pissed her off is that you are never alone. No matter where you are, no matter what time you are awake and no matter how hard you try, there will always be someone else in the world, making it impossible to be truly alone. Max was even considering taking all the pain away and just disappearing. Yet some part of her was demanding that she stay. Some part of her brain was yelling and screaming at her to keep her life, stay at home and try to be happy. But part of her life, part of her home and part of her happiness wasn't in Seattle anymore. All that Max thought before drifting off to a dreamland was, "I have to get him back."
The same tear was mirrored on the silky skin of her desire as he slowly drove past a sign that read, 'you now leave Seattle. Please visit again.' But through all of his stormy thoughts and watery eyes, he could only decode, 'Leave Seattle. Please.' He saluted the message and said with venom, as if he were talking to Max, "Gladly."
Attempting to get his mind off the woman still driving him mad, he turned on the radio. The notes hit his ears with a painful familiarity to them. They had a sad, regretful tone to them. Then the words began and he immediately felt attached to the song, like it was singing to him. It spoke about the 'Best Deceptions'; something Max seemed to know a lot about. The thought of Max quickly made him change the station. A rock song broke the silence of the road blurring beside him. "Will you be my best friend, if I offer you my heart? Cause it's already yours." His heart was hers, his best friend's.
"SHUT UP!" he screeched at the machine. "STOP MAKING ME THINK OF HER!" He punched the music box will all his might, making it silent once again. Blood gushed through the calloused skin of his hand, spreading from his knuckles to the tips of his fingers. It spilled over onto the steering wheel of his newly borrowed Chevy convertible, drawing his attention to the flow and causing more curses to form on his luscious lips. A small ring dared to present itself to the angry owner, quietly asking for an answer while apologizing for its nuisance.
"No. I won't talk to her," Alec ground out. "She'll have to feel pain. Pain like she's causing me. Look at this!" He displayed his hand to the questioning item. "See that? That's what she's done to me! She's made me insane! She's driving me away!" At that, the phone muted its cries, but the name on the caller ID stared up at him and silently whispered, 'You're the one driving away.' Alec froze at the truth of the phone's words. "A talking phone? I'm telling you, I am going crazy." Nevertheless, his foot did not press on the gas. He closed his eyes and threw his head back at the small, painful sting of salt water. He sighed deeply, contemplating what to do, which path to take. His mind was as foggy as his vision as he stared up at the blurring stars, asking for an answer to his bizarre plight. He was asking for help in his strange little life, convinced that it would never come. Alec gave in and let the darkness take him for he knew not of any other choice.
Max gazed out of the window, seeing the stars twinkle in delight. She wished she could join them, not caring, not crying, not feeling, not seeing. Each little spark reminded her of what her life had been, what her life was, what her life could be. It was like a huge vault, holding every memory and hope hostage in balls of fire, teasing all who paused to ponder upon them. Although some say they feel small and insignificant with annoyance at the wrath of the massive stars, but Max thought it with a melancholy smile. If only she were insignificant enough to just be forgotten between all the people. No one chasing her, no one hating her, no one pissing her off so much that she loved him and no one to make her cry. If only she were alone. But the thing that pissed her off is that you are never alone. No matter where you are, no matter what time you are awake and no matter how hard you try, there will always be someone else in the world, making it impossible to be truly alone. Max was even considering taking all the pain away and just disappearing. Yet some part of her was demanding that she stay. Some part of her brain was yelling and screaming at her to keep her life, stay at home and try to be happy. But part of her life, part of her home and part of her happiness wasn't in Seattle anymore. All that Max thought before drifting off to a dreamland was, "I have to get him back."