KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
That'd be Piccolo. Just a sec. I got up off of the couch and dragged myself to the door. I undid the bolt and chain robotically and opened the door to see a very somber Namek on my stoop.
"Hey kid..."
"Hey..."
His eyes were fixed to the floor. "I heard what happened," he mumbled.
"Yeah."
His obsidian eyes finally darted upward and fixed me with a quizzical look. I couldn't tell what thoughts were lurking beyond those pools of darkness. Was that sympathy? Pity? Confusion? It's so hard to read this guy.
"So, he's gone for good?"
"Yeah."
Piccolo's eyes never left mine and I watched him clench and unclench his jaw; I could tell he was having a hard time saying what was on his mind.
"So now that he's gone... you'll finish my story, right?"
Every nerve in my body slammed on its electric breaks. I felt like I was gunna black out right there. He did NOT just say that, did he? The fire in my stomach came to life and I snarled. "FUCK YOU!" And I slammed the door in his face. I paced back and forth in my living room, racking my trembling fingers through my short hair. What an asshole! Was there not a descent guy around to depend on? UGH!
You, reader! Let's continue our little story since Piccolo is being such an ass! Anyway, I went to bed almost immediately after Jay-chan left, too embarrassed by her comments to hang around Piccolo for much longer. The next morning was quite interesting to say the least.
My alarm clock woke me up at around 9:00AM and I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed. I padded into the living room and noticed that my guest was still asleep. His face was completely relaxed, the angry creases that constantly decorated his handsome face were gone and the smoothness that remained made him look several years younger. I crept closer to him, mindful of his sensitive hearing. Resting on my knees at the foot of the couch, I listened to the powerful warrior breathe. My eyelids became heavy and I decided to rest my head on the edge of the couch for a moment. It's not like Piccolo would ever find out anyway.
Of course Lady Luck has a vendetta with me cuz I was rudely awoken by a sharp nail jabbing me between the shoulder blades. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and gazed up at a very perturbed Piccolo.
"Uh... Morning..."
"Yeah right." Piccolo leapt off the couch and marched into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
Aie... He must think I'm really pathetic... "Yeah I do."
"Then sleep with him. I don't appreciate the company."
My cheeks burned bright red and I buried my face in the cushions on the couch. After several moments, he spoke up again.
"TA, you keep a diary or something?"
I froze. "Yeah..."
"Let me read it."
"What?!"
His narrow eyes fixed me with an irritated stare, "I don't wanna hear your sob stories from you. The less interaction between us, the better. Gimme your diary so I can be up to speed on things with your relationship and figure out the quickest way to get you to leave this bastard."
"You really want out of here fast, huh?"
"Why the fuck not? It's not like I have people here I care about."
I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
"Anyway, gimme that diary shit now."
I stood up from my place on the floor, "It's mainly on-line... Some things I'm gunna have to fill you in on myself... the really personal things."
Piccolo snorted, "Fine, I guess I can handle that."
BAM BAM BAM!
"TA!!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! YOUR EX IS COMING!!!"
What the heck?! Sorry about the interruption but this sounds serious! I raced to the door and threw it open. Piccolo peeled into the living room and then made a mad dash for the bathroom.
"I'LL BE HIDING OUT IN HERE!" came his explanation.
I strode over to the doorway and saw my ex-significant other crossing the street. He looked up at me and waved shyly. I waited in the threshold until he was up on my front step.
"What are you doing here so late?" I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Tif... I had to see you again." His usually green eyes were a sorrowful blue.
"Yeah?"
"I'm so sorry. Please don't let it end like this. I'll change, I really will. That stupid party doesn't even matter. Just please give this another try. Please Tiffy, please."
I looked at him as he begged and groveled for another chance. He was plucking my heartstrings and I felt the tears in my eyes building up. They stung and threatened to spill forth at a moment's notice. How could he do this to me? I was finally rid of him and now... now I'm not so sure. I miss him. I want him to hold me and kiss me and tell me he loves me and that everything is gunna be okay.
"Please, please, Tiffy. Please..."
His handsome face is imprinted in my mind and my heart and I don't want to live with ghost memories. I want him to dance with me, make love with me, and sleep in my bed at night, every night.
"Please, please, please..."
"Alright..."
That'd be Piccolo. Just a sec. I got up off of the couch and dragged myself to the door. I undid the bolt and chain robotically and opened the door to see a very somber Namek on my stoop.
"Hey kid..."
"Hey..."
His eyes were fixed to the floor. "I heard what happened," he mumbled.
"Yeah."
His obsidian eyes finally darted upward and fixed me with a quizzical look. I couldn't tell what thoughts were lurking beyond those pools of darkness. Was that sympathy? Pity? Confusion? It's so hard to read this guy.
"So, he's gone for good?"
"Yeah."
Piccolo's eyes never left mine and I watched him clench and unclench his jaw; I could tell he was having a hard time saying what was on his mind.
"So now that he's gone... you'll finish my story, right?"
Every nerve in my body slammed on its electric breaks. I felt like I was gunna black out right there. He did NOT just say that, did he? The fire in my stomach came to life and I snarled. "FUCK YOU!" And I slammed the door in his face. I paced back and forth in my living room, racking my trembling fingers through my short hair. What an asshole! Was there not a descent guy around to depend on? UGH!
You, reader! Let's continue our little story since Piccolo is being such an ass! Anyway, I went to bed almost immediately after Jay-chan left, too embarrassed by her comments to hang around Piccolo for much longer. The next morning was quite interesting to say the least.
My alarm clock woke me up at around 9:00AM and I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed. I padded into the living room and noticed that my guest was still asleep. His face was completely relaxed, the angry creases that constantly decorated his handsome face were gone and the smoothness that remained made him look several years younger. I crept closer to him, mindful of his sensitive hearing. Resting on my knees at the foot of the couch, I listened to the powerful warrior breathe. My eyelids became heavy and I decided to rest my head on the edge of the couch for a moment. It's not like Piccolo would ever find out anyway.
Of course Lady Luck has a vendetta with me cuz I was rudely awoken by a sharp nail jabbing me between the shoulder blades. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and gazed up at a very perturbed Piccolo.
"Uh... Morning..."
"Yeah right." Piccolo leapt off the couch and marched into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
Aie... He must think I'm really pathetic... "Yeah I do."
"Then sleep with him. I don't appreciate the company."
My cheeks burned bright red and I buried my face in the cushions on the couch. After several moments, he spoke up again.
"TA, you keep a diary or something?"
I froze. "Yeah..."
"Let me read it."
"What?!"
His narrow eyes fixed me with an irritated stare, "I don't wanna hear your sob stories from you. The less interaction between us, the better. Gimme your diary so I can be up to speed on things with your relationship and figure out the quickest way to get you to leave this bastard."
"You really want out of here fast, huh?"
"Why the fuck not? It's not like I have people here I care about."
I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
"Anyway, gimme that diary shit now."
I stood up from my place on the floor, "It's mainly on-line... Some things I'm gunna have to fill you in on myself... the really personal things."
Piccolo snorted, "Fine, I guess I can handle that."
BAM BAM BAM!
"TA!!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! YOUR EX IS COMING!!!"
What the heck?! Sorry about the interruption but this sounds serious! I raced to the door and threw it open. Piccolo peeled into the living room and then made a mad dash for the bathroom.
"I'LL BE HIDING OUT IN HERE!" came his explanation.
I strode over to the doorway and saw my ex-significant other crossing the street. He looked up at me and waved shyly. I waited in the threshold until he was up on my front step.
"What are you doing here so late?" I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Tif... I had to see you again." His usually green eyes were a sorrowful blue.
"Yeah?"
"I'm so sorry. Please don't let it end like this. I'll change, I really will. That stupid party doesn't even matter. Just please give this another try. Please Tiffy, please."
I looked at him as he begged and groveled for another chance. He was plucking my heartstrings and I felt the tears in my eyes building up. They stung and threatened to spill forth at a moment's notice. How could he do this to me? I was finally rid of him and now... now I'm not so sure. I miss him. I want him to hold me and kiss me and tell me he loves me and that everything is gunna be okay.
"Please, please, Tiffy. Please..."
His handsome face is imprinted in my mind and my heart and I don't want to live with ghost memories. I want him to dance with me, make love with me, and sleep in my bed at night, every night.
"Please, please, please..."
"Alright..."