Monday, February 11, 2013

Day 6

PROMPT: Put your iPod or iTunes on shuffle. Write a story based on the next song that you hear. You can find inspiration in the story or the emotions of the song. A lyric could even become the title for your story. The song I got was 'Alone with You' by Jake Owen.


            He stared at the phone in his hand as it buzzed, watching her name light up the screen. If he waited long enough it would stop, but it seemed like each time she called the phone would ring for longer and longer. He picked up finally on what felt like the ninth ring. He sighed, “Mackenzie.”
            He heard the smirk in her voice “Hey baby. I need you.” He looked over at the clock on his bedside table. Three AM. He paused for a moment. “I don’t think it’s a good time right now.” Her voice turned from a smirk to a pout. “Aw, come on. You don’t mean that.” He did. But that didn’t mean he would stick to it. He sat up in bed and ruffled a hand through his hair. “Where are you?” He heard a laugh and then a knock at the door. Of course.
            He stood up, briefly pausing in front of the mirror, but she wouldn’t care much what he looked like. It would change nothing. He opened the door and found her smirk waiting for him. She was a mess. Her long blonde hair was sticking up in several directions. Her mascara had run under her eyes, making her look like she hadn’t slept in months. “What took you so long?” she said putting a hand on his bare chest and pushing him back into his apartment. She backed up to lock the door behind her, her eyes never leaving his.
He could smell the alcohol as she got closer to him again. “You’re drunk.” “That’s why I called you.” He raised an eyebrow at her candor. “I can’t keep doing this Mack—“ She brought her lips to meet his and let out a soft shhhh. She looked at him. “You wouldn’t want me doing anything stupid when I’m drunk, would you?”
He felt like he was being torn apart. Watching her like this, every time she called. Every time she came. Trying to feel close to her was like hitting his head against a wall over and over again. But for some reason, every time that wall showed up again, banging his head against it seemed like the only option.
“Can I get you some coffee?” he tried. She smiled and tugged his arm toward the bedroom, stumbling somewhat. “That’s not what I want.” “You’re too drunk right now Mackenzie,” he said his voice slightly raised. She became suddenly serious, staring him right in the eyes. She brought him close and kissed him forcefully. He put his hands on her upper arms and pushed her away, holding her at arms length. A tear fell, dragging her makeup down her cheek. “Come on baby,” she said, reaching for his waist. “I love you. I need you.”
He loosened his grip and was struck, not for the first time, by her careless words. He stood stoic in the center of the room. She took a step back toward him and kissed his shoulder. “Please.” She said, kissing her way toward his neck. He didn’t have the strength to stop her. “Please. I love you baby.” He couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth to his. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and he led them both to the bedroom. 

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