One Night Stand

I looked down, fiddling with the box of cigarettes in my hand. I finally slid a roll out and slipped it between my lips before cupping the butt and setting it ablaze. Letting it hang from my lips as I crammed my hands back down into my pockets. I breathed a long sigh as I walked up the icy hill-of-a-sidewalk, finally reaching the last block standing between my cold body and my warm apartment.

"Hey, pretty boy! Get over here!" I heard someone slur. I looked to my right to see a tall and masculine man slowly standing up from a milk crate. He was much taller than me with a shit load more muscles and he was stumbling his way over to me.

"Look bud, I don't want any trouble.." I stammered, dropping my half finished cigarette to the ground.

"Neither do I. I just wanna get the pretty face of your's a little roughed up." He smirked leaning over me. The stench of cheap alcohol was drifting from him mouth, invading my airways. Coughing I took a step back.

"C'mon man, I just wanna go home." I insisted. But the drunken man kept his ground.

"Well, you will...in a second." He smirked before pulling his fist back and letting it fly into my abdomen. I doubled over.

Worst thing I could have done.

He took that prime opportunity to grab me by the back of the neck, pulling my head up and planting his fist into my right cheek them my left then m,y right again.

"And..One more for good measures." he hissed, his kneed making quickly painful connection between my legs. I groaned out in stiff pain as he released his grip on me, letting me fall to the slushy snow.

I waited until he was back inside the bar before pulling myself up off the ground. I brushed the snow from my jacket and jeans and shoved my hands into the pockets of my coat. I slowly started to walked along the path and to the front door of my apartment.

There was nobody sitting at the front desk per usual at this hour in the morning. I trudged over to the elevator and pushed the up button and stepping back impatiently.

Finally after what seemed like forever and a day, the metal doors slid open. I stepped into the small compartment before pressing the button with the number 8 painted on it in black.

Thankfully for myself, the ride up was short. The doors slide open and I shuffled off of the elevator and down the hall to my door. With a sigh I fished my keys out and shoved the right one into the slot in the door knob.

I pushed the door open with my shoulder and tumbled inside. Turning around, I closed the front door behind myself and flipped the lock over. With a small sigh I walked into the kitchen and started the drip on my coffee pot.

Besides nicotine, caffeine is the only thing that can keep me calm.

When my favorite mug was filled with the hot liquid, I made my way over to the table where I dropped myself into a chair. Bringing the cup to my lips I took a sip of my coffee and sighed once again, running my fingers through my messy locks of hair.

It was nearly 4 A.M. now so there was no real reason in going sleep seeing as I had to get up an hour later to get ready for work once again.

I simply rose and shuffled into the living room. I plopped myself down onto the couch and flipped on the TV to be met by the local news flashing across the screen.

I surfed aimlessly through the paid programming adds and late night talk shows before just switching it off and finishing off my first cup of coffee.

Trudging back to my bedroom with yet another cup of caffeine, I sat down at my desk. I flipped through my CDs to come across one with Nirvana written on the side of the case. I quickly set it up in my stereo before spinning back around in my chair.

I reached down and grabbed my sketch book and pencil case.

It had been a while since I had any form of inspiration for drawing, but now all of a sudden I had this twitch to start a new one. A new one of Frank Iero that is.

I leafed through the filled paged until I found a clean one near the back. With a small smile I laid it open and quickly got out a light leaded pencil.

I immediately went to work on the shape of his face, making sure to catch his jawline in perfect representation. I slowly made my way down his body, freezing him mid-pose, his guitar pinned at the bottom of his torso by his working hands.

His leg was bent at the knee as his foot laid perched on an amp at the edge of the stage. The microphone stands just feet from him as his neck is bent downward. His mouth is pulled open in a way that he looks like he's having an orgasm as his sweaty locks of a fringe cling to his forehead.

Just as I finish the last part of the stage, my alarm starts beeping. I glance up from my work to be meat with a stiff neck. I see that the time is nearly 6:30 as the sun is just starting to peek through my windows.

I jump up from my chair and rush over to my closet. I yank off my current shirt and pull on my clean work shirt before running out of my bedroom.

After quickly scarfing down a beagle I run my toothbrush over my teeth. I go out and slip my keys, wallet, and phone into my pocket and pull my jacket on before throwing open my front door and flying down the hall.

Seeing as the elevator takes to long and I'm late for work as it is, I jump down the eight flights of stairs into the lobby. I don't even stop and talk to the doorman as I race out the door and make a right. I break out into a near sprint as rush up the 5 blocks between my apartment and Dollar General.

I stop about 15 feet from the building to somewhat catch my breath.

It's nearly 6:45 and I was supposed to be in my 6 so I'm late as fuck for the third time this month, meaning I;m in deep shit.

I walk in quickly and sneak my way back to the staff room, hoping not to get caught by James, my boss. But low and behold, as I round the corner, there he stands. His face is scrunched into a scowl and his arms are crossed over his chest.

Fuck

"My. Office. Now." He breathes, making it very clear that he is not at all happy. All I can do is nod as I turn around and walk into his office.

"I'm so sorry, James i-I.." I try explaining.

"Save it Way. I've had enough of your shit. You're fired!" He boomed.

"Please, just give me one more chance. I need this job more that you know."

"Well you should have though about that before you showed up 45 minutes late kid. And I'm outs last chanced for you because I've already given you two too many. Just get your crap and get out. You'll get your last paycheck mailed to you." James finished, not even looking up at me.

This was it, I was done for. I simply sighed and walked out of the room with my head hung. I went back into the staff room and to my locker. I emptied it out and threw it all into a plastic bag before going out the back door and walking home.

***

I threw the bag into the corner of my room and dropped my body down to the bed.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself. "I might as well start packing my shit now, because I won;t be able to keep this apartment. God damn it why are bosses such assholes?"

Notes

Holy god I'm sorry....I just got bad with updating all of a sudden....okay imma get better with that starting..NOW!