posted on Jul, 22 2008 @ 03:38 PM
Well, I started messing around with a new story idea ... Since I have nothing better to do at the moment, I'll post it here.
Read if you want, ignore if you want, make fun if you want, whatever. It's very rough, I haven't even done one read through of it yet so, meh. I
just thought if everyone was as bored as I am, maybe they'd like to make fun of someone for something?
It was lonely at the top.
I met her by chance. As I entered my apartment building our hands brushed at the door, hers reaching the handle first, mine following gently after.
We looked up into each others eyes with the normal embarrassed self-deprecating stare of two strangers dropped into an uncomfortable position.
I offered her the lead.
Her eyes dropped from mine and took up again, this time looking over my shoulder. I noticed as I turned away from the entrance that she was
indicating the large speaker on the sidewalk, behind it a white van with the side door open. I quickly summed up the situation and deduced that she
was just moving into the building, and that she was a fan of music.
While I smiled coyly (I'd never been much of a flirt), I pivoted gaily on the balls of my feet and stepped toward the heavy sound blaster.
"Don't touch that," she startled, then smiling, "It's delicate and I wouldn't want an accident to happen."
She was gorgeous. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't help but be awed by her beauty. Her raven coloured hair, cut just below her shoulders,
cupped behind her ears and her bangs swept neatly away from her face, held in place by a plain black clip all worked to make sure my view of her
perfect face was unobstructed. I must have looked quite the fool at that moment in particular. My mouth hanging open as if the hinges of my jaw had
been replaced by those of a broken screen door. I'd forgive her for thinking the stunned look on my face was because of her rejecting my help. In
fact, I'd have prefered it that way. No one wants their boyish crush to be revealed, especially so soon. I knew, however, that she had seen through
me. The colour rising in her soft pink skin, flushing her face and her sudden downward glance all were evidence that I'd been found out.
It took a Herculean effort to avert my gaze long enough to regain my wits. I tore my eyes away from hers, and with more effort than I wanted to make
I started through the door and up the stairs to my own apartment.
"My name is Sheri." She called after me.
I turned again, careful not to stare too long. "I'm Jereme," I smiled. "See you around."
"I hope so." she replied.
With heavy legs I walked up the stairs and past the two landings until I reached my door at the top. I went in and plopped myself in front of the
television and exhaled for the first time in what seemed like days.
There were a total of five apartments in my building, two per floor and one at the top. You had to enter a small doorway between two businesses and
up a flight of narrow stairs to a landing with apartments one and two. You could then continue up to a second landing housing apartments number four
and five. The final flight ended in the door to apartment five. I lived in apartment five. Underneath us was an eclectic bookstore and an antique
store. I'd regularily go into the bookstore, but the antiques held nothing of interest to me.
I sat on the chesterfield. I was bored. I turned the televison on, I saw nothing but her. The screen flashed imags into my eyes that never reached
my brain. I was infatuated. Then I tried to sleep.
It was the same as it has been for months, hell, maybe years. I lied on the matress, which was an expensive and 'scientifically enhanced' piece of
technology that was supposed to promote sleep. The truth is that I'd spent more than $20, 000 on matresses and sheets and pillows and everything
else that I thought would help me. I was in a hole.
I'm still there.
It's not that sleep wouldn't come to me. I could fall asleep. That's not what it was, not at all. The problem was something else, something that
scared me. Something that would scare you too, I'm sure, if you had to live it.