Your Name In Lights... Or Maybe Just On Bricks, chapter 4
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Horrible, wretched, diabolical pain.
I woke up with a splitting headache. It was about 8 a.m., the sun had the audacity to be bright and beautiful and stream through my bedroom window. Wait a second. This wasn't my window. Hell... this wasn't my house.
"Fuck!" I lurched forward and sat up in bed. Well, that was one of the biggest mistakes of my life- apart from the one I'm pretty sure I made the night before- I realized as the throb in my head came to a steady, piercing pain.
"Where the hell am I?" I said, pretty much talking to no one but myself. I looked to my left, and saw a person. Now, I should've been surprised, but what else did I expect? This wasn't my house after all.
I looked at this man more closely. Oh lord. Just who I thought it was.
"Darien? Darien! Wake up," I said probably 10 times before he even registered I was speaking at all. Even then, I had to shake him a bit.
"What the fuck? What?" he said before he really realized who I was. When he did his eyes got huge and he made sure the both of us were fully clothed.
I laughed. "Don't worry. Trust me, I wasn't drunk enough to have sex with you, just sleep with you. And, of course, by sleep I mean just that- sleep."
Once it was clear to him, he laid back down obviously suffering from the same bitch of a headache. Around the bed- in who's apartment was still unclear- were scattered various sleeping forms on the floor. I recognized pretty much all of them as people from the party last night. People like me who were trashed beyond reason... except I had a reason; a really shitty reason.
"Billie Joe," I whispered to myself simply to hear his name. Why had I been so stupid? Well, it was too late now. And besides, I had made a good choice... right?
I got up from the bed and made my way across the room trying very carefully not to step on anyone, but failing when I got to Travis; I stepped on his arm a little, but he didn't even twitch. Darien sat up.
"Where're you going?" he asked with one eye open, one eye shut, trying very feebly to block the sunlight.
"I don't know... any place that doesn't smell like ass?" I asked still maneuvering my way to the door.
"Sounds good to me. Maybe I can find some Tylenol," he said and got up slowly and carefully so to avoid any unwanted head rush.
"Yeah," I said. "We might want to avoid the mad rush when everyone else wakes up."
He smirked at me and we left to go find the bathroom.
"This is Beef's apartment," Darien said when we were in the hallway. Beef was a nickname for Angus. He was from Germany which would explain the name. He was a pretty cool guy. I'd never been to his apartment, but I didn't doubt that Darien had, which was why he knew his way around.
We got to the bathroom, and I grabbed the Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before Darien shut the door in my face, obviously needing the bathroom much more than I did. I was left on my own to go find the kitchen. It wasn't hard. It was right across the hallway. I got a glass of water that was most decidedly clean. I washed it out, but there was no hot water faucet and no soap, so I did the best I could in a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Not to mention- the water tasted like ass.
People were strewn about everywhere and it was useless to try to sit on the couch. The only place to escape was the tiny back porch that led out from the living room.
I stepped outside and it was a pretty cold morning, but I was hot anyway, so it didn't bother me. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a smashed, yet usable box of cigarettes. I grabbed the lighter laying on the patio table by some burned down candles and lit one up. I took a long drag and just stared out onto the ocean. Beef's apartment may have been trashy, but boy did it have a good view. Something happened then that I never expected. Down on the beach a boy with long dark hair was walking with his guitar in a bag at his side. What I did next my mind was not involved in at all.
Quickly, and with skill I never knew I had, I hopped over the porch railing right as Darien stepped out onto the porch.
"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked as I ran down a grassy hill. I didn't answer.
On the way down I passed through a patch of brush and wicker bushes and sustained a gash on the side of my leg that I was oblivious to. I hit the beach just behind him.
"Billie Joe."
He turned around, at the very least surprised.
"Where the-," he asked looking at me to the hill I just ran down.
Wow. Now that I was here, I wasn't quite sure why. I stared at him for a minute and he lost his confusion and regained the anger he had against me. He turned and started walking away. SPEAK, JULIE!!
"Wait. I don't want to end like this. I don't want me and you to end like this," I spoke words I didn't know I had in me.
He turned and looked me in the eye. "I do, Julie. You don't want to see me. You just want to be big," he spoke words I thought were true once. But now that I knew that they weren't, they stung a lot.
I couldn't speak and I couldn't reply. He started to walk away again, and this time I was going to follow. As I picked up my right leg, a sharp pain went all the way to my neck. I cried out in pain and looked down. The whole bottom of my calf was covered in blood from a very long gash. The only problem with this was... blood made me faint.
I woke up with a splitting headache. It was about 8 a.m., the sun had the audacity to be bright and beautiful and stream through my bedroom window. Wait a second. This wasn't my window. Hell... this wasn't my house.
"Fuck!" I lurched forward and sat up in bed. Well, that was one of the biggest mistakes of my life- apart from the one I'm pretty sure I made the night before- I realized as the throb in my head came to a steady, piercing pain.
"Where the hell am I?" I said, pretty much talking to no one but myself. I looked to my left, and saw a person. Now, I should've been surprised, but what else did I expect? This wasn't my house after all.
I looked at this man more closely. Oh lord. Just who I thought it was.
"Darien? Darien! Wake up," I said probably 10 times before he even registered I was speaking at all. Even then, I had to shake him a bit.
"What the fuck? What?" he said before he really realized who I was. When he did his eyes got huge and he made sure the both of us were fully clothed.
I laughed. "Don't worry. Trust me, I wasn't drunk enough to have sex with you, just sleep with you. And, of course, by sleep I mean just that- sleep."
Once it was clear to him, he laid back down obviously suffering from the same bitch of a headache. Around the bed- in who's apartment was still unclear- were scattered various sleeping forms on the floor. I recognized pretty much all of them as people from the party last night. People like me who were trashed beyond reason... except I had a reason; a really shitty reason.
"Billie Joe," I whispered to myself simply to hear his name. Why had I been so stupid? Well, it was too late now. And besides, I had made a good choice... right?
I got up from the bed and made my way across the room trying very carefully not to step on anyone, but failing when I got to Travis; I stepped on his arm a little, but he didn't even twitch. Darien sat up.
"Where're you going?" he asked with one eye open, one eye shut, trying very feebly to block the sunlight.
"I don't know... any place that doesn't smell like ass?" I asked still maneuvering my way to the door.
"Sounds good to me. Maybe I can find some Tylenol," he said and got up slowly and carefully so to avoid any unwanted head rush.
"Yeah," I said. "We might want to avoid the mad rush when everyone else wakes up."
He smirked at me and we left to go find the bathroom.
"This is Beef's apartment," Darien said when we were in the hallway. Beef was a nickname for Angus. He was from Germany which would explain the name. He was a pretty cool guy. I'd never been to his apartment, but I didn't doubt that Darien had, which was why he knew his way around.
We got to the bathroom, and I grabbed the Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before Darien shut the door in my face, obviously needing the bathroom much more than I did. I was left on my own to go find the kitchen. It wasn't hard. It was right across the hallway. I got a glass of water that was most decidedly clean. I washed it out, but there was no hot water faucet and no soap, so I did the best I could in a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Not to mention- the water tasted like ass.
People were strewn about everywhere and it was useless to try to sit on the couch. The only place to escape was the tiny back porch that led out from the living room.
I stepped outside and it was a pretty cold morning, but I was hot anyway, so it didn't bother me. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a smashed, yet usable box of cigarettes. I grabbed the lighter laying on the patio table by some burned down candles and lit one up. I took a long drag and just stared out onto the ocean. Beef's apartment may have been trashy, but boy did it have a good view. Something happened then that I never expected. Down on the beach a boy with long dark hair was walking with his guitar in a bag at his side. What I did next my mind was not involved in at all.
Quickly, and with skill I never knew I had, I hopped over the porch railing right as Darien stepped out onto the porch.
"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked as I ran down a grassy hill. I didn't answer.
On the way down I passed through a patch of brush and wicker bushes and sustained a gash on the side of my leg that I was oblivious to. I hit the beach just behind him.
"Billie Joe."
He turned around, at the very least surprised.
"Where the-," he asked looking at me to the hill I just ran down.
Wow. Now that I was here, I wasn't quite sure why. I stared at him for a minute and he lost his confusion and regained the anger he had against me. He turned and started walking away. SPEAK, JULIE!!
"Wait. I don't want to end like this. I don't want me and you to end like this," I spoke words I didn't know I had in me.
He turned and looked me in the eye. "I do, Julie. You don't want to see me. You just want to be big," he spoke words I thought were true once. But now that I knew that they weren't, they stung a lot.
I couldn't speak and I couldn't reply. He started to walk away again, and this time I was going to follow. As I picked up my right leg, a sharp pain went all the way to my neck. I cried out in pain and looked down. The whole bottom of my calf was covered in blood from a very long gash. The only problem with this was... blood made me faint.
