xX… Too many reviews for me to handle! Lots of the locations in my story are real, some are fake. Like the Hotel David lives at and the school he goes to. …xX
"You've GOT to be kidding me?" he spits into the phone.
"Look, David, I'm so sorry… I can't help it. Really. It's not my fault!" her voice is near hysterics. On the verge of tears.
"Nina. You can't go away for three weeks! What am I supposed to do?"
"Will you stop being so god-damned selfish, David!" the phone goes quiet for a moment, "how do you think I feel? I'm the one that has to go to Africa. I'm the one that has to teach English while my dad shoots another one of his fucking existentialism pictures. Gimme a break. It's three weeks. Amuse yourself."
There's a click.
"Nina?"
Nothing.
"Nina…? Did you hang-" he looks at his cell phone, "damn." He flings it across his bed, it lands with a thud on his crimson red pillow. He surveys his room, frustration building. He can't go on like this.
"DAVID!" a voice calls from the kitchen, "David, love, I'm here! You can go out now!"
Jamie. Saved by the bell. David grabs his cell phone and wallet and heads out the door, passing Jamie. In her normal, pristine clean green scrubs.
"Hi Jamie, thanks, bye Jamie!"
She laughs at him,
"Right, love. Just be back so I can leave." She turns to the stove and begins preparing dinner, "Where is he?"
"In the study, working on an article."
"Right."
He bolts down the hallway and taps his foot impatiently as he waits for the elevator. In the meantime, he gives himself the once over in the mirror by the elevator. He's not too unattractive, he says. He's got lots of chestnut hair, just everywhere. He's wearing dark corduroys, a pair of Tigers and a soft maroon shirt. Scratching his head he enters the elevator.
XOXO
"Excuse me, young man, you wouldn't happen to have three pennies, would you?" she says. Turning around to face Him.
He looks around and takes out his wallet, finding three pennies.
"Here, Miss." He says, quietly. Trying hard not to concentrate on her, instead, he's focusing in on the overhang that reads CRUMBS BAKERY.
"Thank you, dear." She says softly and hands exact change to the bored looking man behind the counter. She takes her cupcake in her veined hands and prepares to go and sit down, clutching a napkin, she stops and stares at him.
"You where at the theater the over day, weren't you?" she asks slyly.
The worst. He thinks.
"I dunno, what did you go and see?" he says, hoping it might not be true.
"Oh, what was it?" she says, thinking hard, "The one about the barber…."
"Sweeney Todd…?" he asks.
"Yes! Marvelous piece of theater, isn't it?" she asks, a twinkle returning to her eyes.
"I thought so. Innovative, I guess. I don't think I really got it though."
Just likes his father. Sure of himself, but not.
"You were with that pretty girl, weren't you?"
He sighs, a tear coming to his eye. "Yeah."
"she looked nice." She pauses and glances at her tea, "oh well. I guess I should get going. My name is Miss Hathaway. Summer."
"Nice to meet you," he says, taking her held out hand and shaking it, "David. David Mooneyham."
She stops and stares at him. The name…
"Oh…"
"Yes?" he says, anxious to get out of Crumbs.
"Would you like to come over and maybe clean my apartment. I would pay you, of course…" he looks taken back, shit, wrong move, "Oh dear. I was too hasty. Oh bother, just forget all about it. You're a fool Summer-"
"No, it's alright. That would be fine. I'll stop by after school next week."
"Oh, lovely." She takes out a receipt, not caring that it's one from Tiffany's that tells of 5,000 buck purchase. On the receipt she writes her apartment address down. With a flourish and a smile she goes and sits down.
She unlocks the door to her apartment. It's getting too big for her. She doesn't need all this space. Plus, it's so large, parts of it are always dark. She takes off her coat and hangs it up neatly. Feeling disheveled, she sits down on the plush sofa in the living room, not bothering to turn the lights on. There, she begins to cry. She takes her hand and begins to touch her face. So many wrinkles, so much age.
"Fred… I'm going to die…" she pauses and stares into nothing, "I'm so old Fred…. So old…"
"Every day a
little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the
silver
In the buttons, in the bread
Every day a little sting
In
the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you
hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death"
XOXO
"Oy, David! Where's Nina?"
It's Dakin. Some rich-ass British kid who's Dad is some investment banker. David sighs and looks up, for some reason, his bag just seems so heavy.
"In Africa, Dakin. Africa."
"Ah." He says, as if that explains it all, "So than I guess you're all alone for a while, than, hmm?" he smirks. A content look on his face.
YOU WIN thinks David.
"Yeah. Guess so."
"That's just too bad for you, now, isn't it? You'll have to fly solo…"
Dakin is much taller than David, although they're the same age. And although they where the same uniform, Dakin looks much better in it. And he knows it. He's currently seeing Fiona. The principals secretary.
Dakin's friends laugh as David walks by. David shakes his head and goes to his locker. As he twirls his code he smells the oh too familiar smell of cologne behind him.
"Sorry, 'bout that, Davy." Dakin's voice cuts sharp through the awkward air, "My sole purpose in life is not to make your life a living hell, I promise that."
David has decided that the best course of action is to ignore him.
"Are you going to respond? Have I blown it?"
Nothing.
"I'd actually quite like to become friends, now that you're posse is gone."
David blinks, wait- what?
Dakin reads the sign,
"Yeah. So, see you around, than?"
Pause.
"See you around." Says David quietly.
Dakin walks off, David turns to see him go, watching after him as he saunters into a classroom.
"Fuck" he says, slamming his locker door shut.
xX… R and R …xX
