~*~Hey! Sorry its taken me a load of time to get this out, just been too busy with school and...stuff. well here is part 3. It's a long one. I'm sorry if it drags on, but it says things that need to be said. Again, disclaiming everyone and everything. Please r/r! thank you ~*~
VERSE II
LOSING A WHOLE YEAR
I remember you and me used to spend
the whole goddamn day in bed
Lying in your room we lay like dogs
The phone would ring like a joke that's left unsaid
"Losing a Whole Year" -Third Eye Blind
That night sparked the flame. I woke up the next morning, my head stinging from a slight hangover, and opened my eyes as soon as they adjusted to the light streaming in from half-opened shades. I still remember my first thought-the ceiling's different. I must still be drunk, I thought. The ceiling back at the loft was old and spattered with mildew, but it was fucking mahogany polished wood panels and marble compared to this one. Dirty white paint was pealing in strips, huge mildew puddles (can you call them puddles on a ceiling?) clung to the remaining paint. I could swear I even saw fuzzy mold in some spots. Had our ceiling really gotten this bad and I, nor any of my nit-pick, obsessive compulsive, clean freak roommates just hadn't noticed it? What happened last night?
I was pondering this dilemma when a girlish moan and my name came from a voice beside me. Looking over, I saw April, on her side beneath the covers. Through the haze of the hangover, and the brightness shining in right behind her, she looked like an angel. Stop it Davis, you're going soft, I silently scolded myself. But I couldn't stop. The glow of the window put an aura around her, and glowed on her pale skin. Her white-blond hair formed a shaggy halo about her head, and black eyeliner was smudged under her eyes. She had one of the white sheets pulled over her, but instead of covering, it only emphasized her shape, which, to me, was perfect. She smiled.
"Thank you," she half-moaned, half-sighed, leaning over and kissing me gently on the neck. She stood up, wrapped the sheet around her, and looked out the window.
"Did I-I mean did we-did this really happen?" I asked, weakly, well aware of how lame it sounded. Being accustomed to the life of a (unknown, unsuccessful) rock star, I had had many a morning having no idea where I was. But until now, there had been no girl still left in the bed when I woke up.
"Of course," she grinned again, looking back at me. The light coming from the window threw her face in shadow, but I could still tell she was smiling. It hurt my eyes to watch her. "Want some coffee?"
She meandered out the bedroom door, still wearing the sheet, into what I assumed to be a kitchen of sorts, and I heard the running of water and opening of drawers. I shook my head and try to sort things out. My head still hurt from the hangover, and my eyes were throbbing from the light pouring in. There was a beautiful naked girl in the next room, wearing only a sheet and making coffee for me. And apparently I had just made love to this naked girl...
I reached right away for my jacket, the black leather smelling that comforting, familiar aroma of sweat and smoke, and pulled out the pack of cigarettes from the front pocket. Sticking one in my mouth, I looked for matches, before realizing with an ironic grin that it was the lack of them that had brought me here in the first place. I stuck the cig behind my ear, pulled on my jeans, and shuffled myself out to the kitchen.
April was sitting on the counter, the sheet tucked in around her like a strapless dress. She had a coffee pot next to her, and was waiting as the black caffeine slowly dripped into the pot. When I came in, she looked up and smiled.
"Got a light?" I asked. She pointed to the drawer right next to the refridgerater. I took a book out of it, but as I was about to tear one out, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me sideways. I ended in front of April, her hands on my back and her legs straddling my hips.
"What do you need this for?" she said seductively, leaning closer to me. She was inches from me; I could smell her shampoo. She took the cigarette from my ear. "You've got me."
She was practically purring in my face, her hands moving lightly on my back. I could feel myself getting warm, getting hard. We kissed, lightly, but getting harder and harder, my hands running through her hair, hers moving towards my ass. Her lips tasted like peppermint and...something fruity. I pulled her as close as I could to me, feeling her breasts rise and fall against my bare chest, even through the sheet around her, her warmth and mine fading together. It was here, it was now, it was perfect, I thought of nothing else, no one else, matches, nicotine, clubs, and...
A shrill beep interrupted us, sounding loudly through the kitchen and pounding on my still buzzed ears. We broke apart, stared at the coffee maker, and laughed.
"You've got a timer on it?" I asked weakly above the noise.
"Yeah, I've blown up the glass on two coffee makers by keeping it too hot," she replied, getting out two mismatched mugs from a cupboard drawer. "This way I don't forget it." She grinned crookedly.
She handed me a cup, and I watched the steam raise up from the black liquid. I remembered how neither Mark nor I liked coffee that hot, so we'd have contests to see whose mug would stop steaming first by blowing into it. I know it was childish, but...
"Oh my God!" I suddenly exclaimed. I slammed the cup down on the counter and raced back to the bedroom.
"What's the matter?" April asked, following me into the room.
"Mark-my roommate-he's going to be worried. I was supposed to bring groceries home yesterday. God he's gonna murder me." I pulled on my shirt, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and started heading out the door. April blocked my way though.
"Will I see you?" she asked. She looked...sad almost. I relaxed a bit. Fishing around for a pen, I wrote my number on her hand.
"Call me," I said, smiling and kissing her quickly. I walked out the door and pulled on my jacket. Pulling out another cigarette, and lighting it with the matches I had stuffed in my pocket, I walked home.
END VERSE II
VERSE II
LOSING A WHOLE YEAR
I remember you and me used to spend
the whole goddamn day in bed
Lying in your room we lay like dogs
The phone would ring like a joke that's left unsaid
"Losing a Whole Year" -Third Eye Blind
That night sparked the flame. I woke up the next morning, my head stinging from a slight hangover, and opened my eyes as soon as they adjusted to the light streaming in from half-opened shades. I still remember my first thought-the ceiling's different. I must still be drunk, I thought. The ceiling back at the loft was old and spattered with mildew, but it was fucking mahogany polished wood panels and marble compared to this one. Dirty white paint was pealing in strips, huge mildew puddles (can you call them puddles on a ceiling?) clung to the remaining paint. I could swear I even saw fuzzy mold in some spots. Had our ceiling really gotten this bad and I, nor any of my nit-pick, obsessive compulsive, clean freak roommates just hadn't noticed it? What happened last night?
I was pondering this dilemma when a girlish moan and my name came from a voice beside me. Looking over, I saw April, on her side beneath the covers. Through the haze of the hangover, and the brightness shining in right behind her, she looked like an angel. Stop it Davis, you're going soft, I silently scolded myself. But I couldn't stop. The glow of the window put an aura around her, and glowed on her pale skin. Her white-blond hair formed a shaggy halo about her head, and black eyeliner was smudged under her eyes. She had one of the white sheets pulled over her, but instead of covering, it only emphasized her shape, which, to me, was perfect. She smiled.
"Thank you," she half-moaned, half-sighed, leaning over and kissing me gently on the neck. She stood up, wrapped the sheet around her, and looked out the window.
"Did I-I mean did we-did this really happen?" I asked, weakly, well aware of how lame it sounded. Being accustomed to the life of a (unknown, unsuccessful) rock star, I had had many a morning having no idea where I was. But until now, there had been no girl still left in the bed when I woke up.
"Of course," she grinned again, looking back at me. The light coming from the window threw her face in shadow, but I could still tell she was smiling. It hurt my eyes to watch her. "Want some coffee?"
She meandered out the bedroom door, still wearing the sheet, into what I assumed to be a kitchen of sorts, and I heard the running of water and opening of drawers. I shook my head and try to sort things out. My head still hurt from the hangover, and my eyes were throbbing from the light pouring in. There was a beautiful naked girl in the next room, wearing only a sheet and making coffee for me. And apparently I had just made love to this naked girl...
I reached right away for my jacket, the black leather smelling that comforting, familiar aroma of sweat and smoke, and pulled out the pack of cigarettes from the front pocket. Sticking one in my mouth, I looked for matches, before realizing with an ironic grin that it was the lack of them that had brought me here in the first place. I stuck the cig behind my ear, pulled on my jeans, and shuffled myself out to the kitchen.
April was sitting on the counter, the sheet tucked in around her like a strapless dress. She had a coffee pot next to her, and was waiting as the black caffeine slowly dripped into the pot. When I came in, she looked up and smiled.
"Got a light?" I asked. She pointed to the drawer right next to the refridgerater. I took a book out of it, but as I was about to tear one out, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me sideways. I ended in front of April, her hands on my back and her legs straddling my hips.
"What do you need this for?" she said seductively, leaning closer to me. She was inches from me; I could smell her shampoo. She took the cigarette from my ear. "You've got me."
She was practically purring in my face, her hands moving lightly on my back. I could feel myself getting warm, getting hard. We kissed, lightly, but getting harder and harder, my hands running through her hair, hers moving towards my ass. Her lips tasted like peppermint and...something fruity. I pulled her as close as I could to me, feeling her breasts rise and fall against my bare chest, even through the sheet around her, her warmth and mine fading together. It was here, it was now, it was perfect, I thought of nothing else, no one else, matches, nicotine, clubs, and...
A shrill beep interrupted us, sounding loudly through the kitchen and pounding on my still buzzed ears. We broke apart, stared at the coffee maker, and laughed.
"You've got a timer on it?" I asked weakly above the noise.
"Yeah, I've blown up the glass on two coffee makers by keeping it too hot," she replied, getting out two mismatched mugs from a cupboard drawer. "This way I don't forget it." She grinned crookedly.
She handed me a cup, and I watched the steam raise up from the black liquid. I remembered how neither Mark nor I liked coffee that hot, so we'd have contests to see whose mug would stop steaming first by blowing into it. I know it was childish, but...
"Oh my God!" I suddenly exclaimed. I slammed the cup down on the counter and raced back to the bedroom.
"What's the matter?" April asked, following me into the room.
"Mark-my roommate-he's going to be worried. I was supposed to bring groceries home yesterday. God he's gonna murder me." I pulled on my shirt, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and started heading out the door. April blocked my way though.
"Will I see you?" she asked. She looked...sad almost. I relaxed a bit. Fishing around for a pen, I wrote my number on her hand.
"Call me," I said, smiling and kissing her quickly. I walked out the door and pulled on my jacket. Pulling out another cigarette, and lighting it with the matches I had stuffed in my pocket, I walked home.
END VERSE II