Red in the
Face
Jason Street, Nevermind, PG13, 307 words, Title from
Mad Men
5:59 am. Lying on the bed, wide awake. He hates morning where he gets up a minute or two before the alarm goes off. But it's whatever now. It takes forever to get in the chair (sometimes it doesn't take so long but he's feeling pretty lazy today), but he gets in it without problem and heads to the garage and works out. Feeling that upper body burn. Damn this feels good at 6:30 in the morning. Just like old times.
He's feeling the hot water pour down on him in the shower when he realizes he wants to listen to some Nirvana. Nevermind, in particular.
He gets dressed faster than usual, and looks around his room. Can't find it. Must be in the living room with everything else. He checks and still can't find it.
Where's my Nevermind CD?
Mom's no help. She doesn't sound like she cares much either.
Can't you just get it on the computer?
For some reason, this sets him off. Throws all the CDs all over the floor. Gets all red in the face when he stares his mom down, waiting for her to cave in. And it doesn't happen. She ain't putting up with this shit, and doesn't even need to tell him to get that point across.
He kinda growls a little bit at himself. He has no other choice but to buy another one. Which he does. Wheels the four miles to the record store, getting even more pissed off because he thinks they might not have it. But they do. He kisses the damn thing, he's so happy.
Then he turns and sees Lyla, heading for the next aisle.
Well would you look at that!
He's kinda glad he had to come and get another CD. Because he's feeling a little more than happy right about now.