Post by designerdenimx3 on Dec 3, 2006 14:26:01 GMT -5
Here's a short little diddy I wrote a few nights ago when i got bored. I couldn't think of a title either so this is what i'm calling it. Read, reveiw, enjoy!!
It was nearing midnight. A chilly autumn wind swept throughout the room, causing goose bumps to form all over my body. The air was cold, but laziness had gotten the best of me and I stayed put. How could this be happening? Why was this happening? This shouldn't be happening. I couldn't even begin to fathom why he would break up with me. I mean, I honestly thought that he would be the one. But no. Bloody old Rupert Friend felt that we should "see other people". But the worst part is that he didn't even have the guts to break up with me in person. He told Will, his best friend, to tell me that it was over. How much more middle school could you be?
I turned onto my right side and pulled the covers up to my chin. I was too lifeless to shut the window. But I found my eyes drifting towards a picture of Rupert and me that resided on my antique nightstand. I picked it up and stared (well really glared at Rupert) for a minute or two. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Then, without thinking, I threw the picture onto the polished, chestnut wood floor. It landed with a crash and shattered into hundreds of sharp, tiny pieces. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. "This is not my night," I groaned.
I reluctantly got up and went into the kitchen to find a broom. As I walked back into my bedroom, the tears began falling freely, and they were falling fast. It was out of control. They wouldn't stop. I set the broom aside and sank to the ground, curling my slender body into a ball. As I wallowed in my misery, the phone rang. I looked up. Who the heck could be calling so late? Unless... maybe it was Rupert telling me that ending things was his biggest mistake ever! A girl could hope, couldn't she? "Hullo?" I answered with little enthusiasm.
A familiar voice returned my greeting, sounder much happier than me. "Keira! Hi!"
I immediately perked up. My free hand wiped away all of the tears that were coming down. This might not have been the phone call I was expecting, but it still made me happy. Orlando could always make me smile, even if he didn't realize it. "Hi!" I replied. There was a minute or two of awkward silence. "So, um, why are you calling so late?" I finally said.
"Oh, right! Ya, I thought it might be a little risky considering it's about 12:00 am, but I just wanted to talk to you."
"Really? About what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Hey-"
"Hay is for horses,” I giggled. My bad mood had completely disappeared.
"Shutup!" He laughed. "Uh, anyway, do you want to lunch together tomorrow at The Lucky Place?" Orlando asked, smiling through the phone.
"Ya, totally!"
"Ok, great! See you tomorrow!"
"Defiantly!" I affirmed, grinning.
"Ok, bye!" We both hung up. I literally felt as if I were on Cloud 9. This usually would have been just another phone call from Orlando, but this time it was... different. Smiling, I said to myself quietly, "Where's that broom?"
The next day...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I groggily pushed myself up out of my bed. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I looked at the clock. It read 11:13am. How many times did I press the snooze button? Lying down in bed with my back propped up with pillows, I finally realized it. I was supposed to meet Orlando for lunch at twelve! I immediately jumped out of bed and got in the shower. This was one thing i couldn't, and didn't want to be late for.
~*~*~*~
There he was, sitting peacefully at a table outside. Could he be anymore gorgeous? He was wearing a simple white T-shirt with black Diesel jeans and his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. "Hey Or!"
"Oh, Keira! Hey!" He greeted, smiling and looking up at me. "Sit down."
"Thanks. So, how are you?" I inquired.
"Pretty good. I'm just really glad to be home and all. You?"
"Could be better." I answered, looking off into the distance.
"Really? What's so bad?"
"Oh, just a bunch of stupid sh*t. It's not that important." I replied, focusing my attention back on him.
"Keira, what’s wrong?" Orlando asked in a genuinely concerned manor.
"Well for starters, Rupert broke up with me last night. I have absolutely no idea why either. It was completely out of the blue." I said, answering his question. My eyes started to water.
"So he just randomly told you it was over?"
"No, not exactly. His best friend Will told me it was, which makes it even worse." A few tears were liberated from my eyes and slowly fell down my cheeks. "I don't even know what I did wrong."
Orlando came over and sat down next to me. "Keir, look at me." He instructed softly. "Rupert's a jerk. He never deserved you. You can do so much better, ok?" I just nodded my head, agreeing with him. Orlando was right. Rupert had never really treated me right. I guess it was better now that he was gone.
"So, is there anything... nicer going on?" He queried curiously.
~*~*~*~
We sat talking for hours after we finished eating. It felt so nice to forget about Rupert and his jerky ways. This was the first time all day that I had actually felt happy and good about myself. As the conversation became scarce, it was obvious that out rendezvous was coming to an end. "So, uh, are you ready to go?" I asked, grabbing my half empty mocha from the table as I got up from the chair.
"Ya," Orlando answered, leaving a ten and some change on the table. "Let's go."
We left The Lucky Spot. As Orlando and I walked back to my flat, which wasn't to far away from the restaurant, we both were quiet. "I had a lot of fun today." I told him as we arrived at my house. "We should do this again."
"Ya, it's nice hanging out when we're not on-set or at premieres." He agreed.
"So, I'll see you later?" I put my free hand on the doorknob, ready to go inside.
"Mhmm." Then, without warning, Orlando put his hand on my face and kissed me! My hand left the doorknob. It was wonderful. All the anger that was still bottled up inside of me just melted away. I just wanted to focus on this one moment. He pulled away and smiled shyly. "I just, you know, thought this would, uh, I just wanted you to feel better and forget about Rupert."
Giving him a flirty smile and looking straight into his dark brown, chocolate eyes, I said, "Rupert who?"
FINISH
It was nearing midnight. A chilly autumn wind swept throughout the room, causing goose bumps to form all over my body. The air was cold, but laziness had gotten the best of me and I stayed put. How could this be happening? Why was this happening? This shouldn't be happening. I couldn't even begin to fathom why he would break up with me. I mean, I honestly thought that he would be the one. But no. Bloody old Rupert Friend felt that we should "see other people". But the worst part is that he didn't even have the guts to break up with me in person. He told Will, his best friend, to tell me that it was over. How much more middle school could you be?
I turned onto my right side and pulled the covers up to my chin. I was too lifeless to shut the window. But I found my eyes drifting towards a picture of Rupert and me that resided on my antique nightstand. I picked it up and stared (well really glared at Rupert) for a minute or two. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Then, without thinking, I threw the picture onto the polished, chestnut wood floor. It landed with a crash and shattered into hundreds of sharp, tiny pieces. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. "This is not my night," I groaned.
I reluctantly got up and went into the kitchen to find a broom. As I walked back into my bedroom, the tears began falling freely, and they were falling fast. It was out of control. They wouldn't stop. I set the broom aside and sank to the ground, curling my slender body into a ball. As I wallowed in my misery, the phone rang. I looked up. Who the heck could be calling so late? Unless... maybe it was Rupert telling me that ending things was his biggest mistake ever! A girl could hope, couldn't she? "Hullo?" I answered with little enthusiasm.
A familiar voice returned my greeting, sounder much happier than me. "Keira! Hi!"
I immediately perked up. My free hand wiped away all of the tears that were coming down. This might not have been the phone call I was expecting, but it still made me happy. Orlando could always make me smile, even if he didn't realize it. "Hi!" I replied. There was a minute or two of awkward silence. "So, um, why are you calling so late?" I finally said.
"Oh, right! Ya, I thought it might be a little risky considering it's about 12:00 am, but I just wanted to talk to you."
"Really? About what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Hey-"
"Hay is for horses,” I giggled. My bad mood had completely disappeared.
"Shutup!" He laughed. "Uh, anyway, do you want to lunch together tomorrow at The Lucky Place?" Orlando asked, smiling through the phone.
"Ya, totally!"
"Ok, great! See you tomorrow!"
"Defiantly!" I affirmed, grinning.
"Ok, bye!" We both hung up. I literally felt as if I were on Cloud 9. This usually would have been just another phone call from Orlando, but this time it was... different. Smiling, I said to myself quietly, "Where's that broom?"
The next day...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I groggily pushed myself up out of my bed. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I looked at the clock. It read 11:13am. How many times did I press the snooze button? Lying down in bed with my back propped up with pillows, I finally realized it. I was supposed to meet Orlando for lunch at twelve! I immediately jumped out of bed and got in the shower. This was one thing i couldn't, and didn't want to be late for.
~*~*~*~
There he was, sitting peacefully at a table outside. Could he be anymore gorgeous? He was wearing a simple white T-shirt with black Diesel jeans and his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. "Hey Or!"
"Oh, Keira! Hey!" He greeted, smiling and looking up at me. "Sit down."
"Thanks. So, how are you?" I inquired.
"Pretty good. I'm just really glad to be home and all. You?"
"Could be better." I answered, looking off into the distance.
"Really? What's so bad?"
"Oh, just a bunch of stupid sh*t. It's not that important." I replied, focusing my attention back on him.
"Keira, what’s wrong?" Orlando asked in a genuinely concerned manor.
"Well for starters, Rupert broke up with me last night. I have absolutely no idea why either. It was completely out of the blue." I said, answering his question. My eyes started to water.
"So he just randomly told you it was over?"
"No, not exactly. His best friend Will told me it was, which makes it even worse." A few tears were liberated from my eyes and slowly fell down my cheeks. "I don't even know what I did wrong."
Orlando came over and sat down next to me. "Keir, look at me." He instructed softly. "Rupert's a jerk. He never deserved you. You can do so much better, ok?" I just nodded my head, agreeing with him. Orlando was right. Rupert had never really treated me right. I guess it was better now that he was gone.
"So, is there anything... nicer going on?" He queried curiously.
~*~*~*~
We sat talking for hours after we finished eating. It felt so nice to forget about Rupert and his jerky ways. This was the first time all day that I had actually felt happy and good about myself. As the conversation became scarce, it was obvious that out rendezvous was coming to an end. "So, uh, are you ready to go?" I asked, grabbing my half empty mocha from the table as I got up from the chair.
"Ya," Orlando answered, leaving a ten and some change on the table. "Let's go."
We left The Lucky Spot. As Orlando and I walked back to my flat, which wasn't to far away from the restaurant, we both were quiet. "I had a lot of fun today." I told him as we arrived at my house. "We should do this again."
"Ya, it's nice hanging out when we're not on-set or at premieres." He agreed.
"So, I'll see you later?" I put my free hand on the doorknob, ready to go inside.
"Mhmm." Then, without warning, Orlando put his hand on my face and kissed me! My hand left the doorknob. It was wonderful. All the anger that was still bottled up inside of me just melted away. I just wanted to focus on this one moment. He pulled away and smiled shyly. "I just, you know, thought this would, uh, I just wanted you to feel better and forget about Rupert."
Giving him a flirty smile and looking straight into his dark brown, chocolate eyes, I said, "Rupert who?"
FINISH
