I Don't Love You.
You're still the good-for-nothing I don’t know
I came to work early the next day, hoping she would to, and SHE DID! It's after lunch, and noody comes around that time, but Harmony comes to practice while everyone's gone.
I sat in front, in hopes that I could talk to her, but for a while, she didn't notice me. I still wore the yellow mask, blus tee shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"I was wondering if I can hang out with you?" I put my feet up, and watched her some more.
"I'm practicing right now, not unless you want to practice too."
"Sure, I'd love to." I got up onto the stage.
"Well you can start with that mask, and maybe use some eyeliner?" She pulled me backstage and put me in front of that dreadful mirror that all the other girls use. She put on her pink robe. But she gently pulled off the mask I was wearing & turned me around to face her. But that was when our eyes met and it stayed like that for a good 5 seconds.
"You could use black on the insides and seriously, you should concider waxing your eyebrows. They werent this hairy in high school." She turned around to grab the make-up.
"You remembered?" I asked. She remembers me? She didn't even have to-
"Of course I do, were friends; why wouldn't I remember?." She said. I sat up straight as she applied the eyeliner on me, I normally don't let people do this to me.
"Quiet being so flinchy!" She was doing good so far, she stayed calm and by the look on her face, I bet she didn't mess up.
"So how are things going?" I asked.
"Good, I'm staying out of trouble, making good payment & keeping in shape; and you?" She grabbed the red and softly applied some on the bottom.
"I'm okay."
"Do you still write music?"
"Yeah, me, Mikey & my 2 friends play in my basement." That sounded weird, why did I have to phrase my sentences weird? I'm an idiot.
"All finished, now let's go back on the stage." I looked in the mirror beefore going on. HOLY SHIT! I'm hot! Does my ass look big?
"Come on." she grabbed my wrist and skipped on stage with me. She grabbed the pole and started dancing her usual -
"Now you don't want to make it look like it's forced, so try to make it look like it's natural." Her movements were gentle & swift at the same time. I tried it out and I fell. But it did make her laugh.
"It's okay Gerard, stripping wasn't meant for everybody." She helped me up.
"Thanks for fixing me up though, I almost look as hot as you." Shammit, why did I have to say that?
"That's sweet Gerard. But I thought a little red would compliment your eyes." she stood closer to me, but I broke out eye contact and refused to let her look at me. "Well, I think I have to go home now, my Mom miht be worried." I said. I jumped off the stage and left s=her up there.
"You still live on Salter Place right?"
"Yeah why?"
"I might stop by later, we could hang out; you seem like a cool guy." she blew me a kiss and went backstage again. I picked up my bag and walked out the door. I hope she visits, I think I might actually have that second chance.
I sat in front, in hopes that I could talk to her, but for a while, she didn't notice me. I still wore the yellow mask, blus tee shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"I was wondering if I can hang out with you?" I put my feet up, and watched her some more.
"I'm practicing right now, not unless you want to practice too."
"Sure, I'd love to." I got up onto the stage.
"Well you can start with that mask, and maybe use some eyeliner?" She pulled me backstage and put me in front of that dreadful mirror that all the other girls use. She put on her pink robe. But she gently pulled off the mask I was wearing & turned me around to face her. But that was when our eyes met and it stayed like that for a good 5 seconds.
"You could use black on the insides and seriously, you should concider waxing your eyebrows. They werent this hairy in high school." She turned around to grab the make-up.
"You remembered?" I asked. She remembers me? She didn't even have to-
"Of course I do, were friends; why wouldn't I remember?." She said. I sat up straight as she applied the eyeliner on me, I normally don't let people do this to me.
"Quiet being so flinchy!" She was doing good so far, she stayed calm and by the look on her face, I bet she didn't mess up.
"So how are things going?" I asked.
"Good, I'm staying out of trouble, making good payment & keeping in shape; and you?" She grabbed the red and softly applied some on the bottom.
"I'm okay."
"Do you still write music?"
"Yeah, me, Mikey & my 2 friends play in my basement." That sounded weird, why did I have to phrase my sentences weird? I'm an idiot.
"All finished, now let's go back on the stage." I looked in the mirror beefore going on. HOLY SHIT! I'm hot! Does my ass look big?
"Come on." she grabbed my wrist and skipped on stage with me. She grabbed the pole and started dancing her usual -
"Now you don't want to make it look like it's forced, so try to make it look like it's natural." Her movements were gentle & swift at the same time. I tried it out and I fell. But it did make her laugh.
"It's okay Gerard, stripping wasn't meant for everybody." She helped me up.
"Thanks for fixing me up though, I almost look as hot as you." Shammit, why did I have to say that?
"That's sweet Gerard. But I thought a little red would compliment your eyes." she stood closer to me, but I broke out eye contact and refused to let her look at me. "Well, I think I have to go home now, my Mom miht be worried." I said. I jumped off the stage and left s=her up there.
"You still live on Salter Place right?"
"Yeah why?"
"I might stop by later, we could hang out; you seem like a cool guy." she blew me a kiss and went backstage again. I picked up my bag and walked out the door. I hope she visits, I think I might actually have that second chance.
5/13/13