|THe Death of Relation, Raych and I's joint story!
||[02 Oct 2003|03:46pm]
It's awesome! Everyone should read it! It's by Raych and I.. And... Yeah. It's really good!
It's kind of long,
I APOLOGIIZE you guys for the longness!
But it's juicy longness! *nods*
And mind you this is the first part of 5 that we have written.
The Death Of A Relationship
Rachel groans as she walks into the small, trendy coffee shop. She quietly says some things to herself as she puts her jacket down on a chair. She then walks in the direction of the counter.
"Hey Raych." The man behind the counter, with rich brown hair and soft blue eyes, also known as Hayden, says, whipping his hand on his black apron. Rachel doesn't really smile back at him.
"Hi BC. Can I get a Venti Mocha Malt iced Latte`?" She asks, shifting her weight from hip to hip slowly and subconsciously.
"What happened?" He asks, turning to start to make the drink. She watches his neck for a moment, thinking.
"What do you mean?" She replies, sticking a butterscotch candy in her mouth. He turns and looks at her again. Her thick brown hair is parted on the side, with a thick chunk of bangs that go to the right side of her face. She discretely pushes her black-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"You usually don't get this much coffee." He continues to make her drink, keeping a cautious eye on her. She rolls her eyes.
"Well… I stayed up late last night." She almost snaps back at him. Hayden watches her, aware of the tension slowly coming out. He sighs a little.
"If that were the case, you would have gotten a warm coffee. I know you that well. Instead you got a cold coffee and that's your 'I'm pissed, console me' coffee." He states. She glares at him.
"Yeah, you got me Canada, I'm pissed. Happy?" She asks. Hayden stands for a moment, a bit shocked. He didn't think she'd actually be mad at him.
"Do you want to," He's speaking slowly, "talk about it?" He places her coffee on the counter, before grabbing the whipped cream.
"Right. Like I want to talk about it with you. No thanks." Rachel heavily sighs, adjusting her white blouse. She reaches up one hand and rubs her eye. "Ya know, I really didn't want to get into this with you." She impatiently taps her foot as he starts the finishing touches of her coffee. "I mean, I was going to come in here and talk to you. But no, you had to act like something was bothering me. Shit."
"Here's your coffee." He says in a dull, bland tone. She gives him an irritated smirk.
"Oh, so now you're going to be all pouty." She says, pulling her money out of her purse. He bites the inside of his lip.
"No, I want to know why the fuck you came into my work and started something with me?" He demands. She places a five-dollar bill on the counter.
"Why? Why? You want to know why?" She asks, slowly. "Well how about… ohh… Mia's birthday! I get this call today at work; she's all upset because you're refusing to go to it. What the hell, Hayden? What is your problem?" Rachel asks, staring at him expectantly.
"Well first of all, I never 'refused' to go. Okay? And second, I have a job in Ontario, and one the next day in Sacramento. And third… Mia is my ex-girlfriend." He's almost yelling at her. Luckily, they're the only two in the store.
"Ex girlfriend? You're going to pull that shit with me? Hayden, everyone you know is your ex-girlfriend. I'm your ex-girlfriend for Christ's sake! And Mia… Mia is your friend! You've worked with Mia for fucking 5 years now. Okay? Mia was the one who gave you the loan to help your Mechanic thing going. Mia did all that. And still you're not going to her birthday?"
"Rachel! I broke up with her 2-½ weeks ago! I don't feel like seeing her this soon. And further more, I HAVE A JOB TO DO!" They both stand their staring at one another. Rachel sighs.
"Fine." She quietly says.
"Raych, I don't not like Mia. I don't not want to be her friend-"
"I have a gift that you can give to her for me. I really have to do this job."
"I know. I know… I just. I want you to be there. I don't like Mia's other friends. I wanted someone there so I wouldn't feel so damn… alienated." Rachel sighs. Hayden smiles.
"So you didn't get a call?" He asks.
"No, I got a call. She wasn't upset though. I'm upset."
"You selfish little girl." He laughs to himself.
"Give me my damn coffee."
"Socks… I need socks, right?" Hayden runs his hand through this hair. He turns around. "Socks, a man needs socks." He looks over at his little pink pet pig, sitting on his bed. She grunts a little. He smiles at her, then opens his sock drawer. He grabs a pair of white socks. As he pulls them out, he pulls out all the socks, discovering that they have been tied together. "Shit!" He groans. "I hate her. I really hate her." He states, remembering the evening before. Rachel sat on his dresser, with the sock drawer out. Hayden lay on his bed, reading a manual on 1983 Dodge Vipers. He turned to her. "What are you doing?" He asked. Rachel smiled.
"Nothing. I'm looking at your socks." She said. Hayden looked back to his book, and Rachel went back to the socks. "So you're not going to the party?"
"Nope. Work." He stated.
"I hate you."
"Thanks." They then sat in silence.
Hayden sits down on the edge of his bed and starts untying his socks. Polly, his pig, quickly trots over to him and starts nuzzling his back. "Oh, it's my favorite little girl." He says, smiling, as he reaches over and picks her up. She squeals a little, then calms, as she sits on his lap while he unties the socks. The phone rings and Hayden sighs exasperated.
He gets up and walks over to his phone and picks it up.
"I can't believe your doing this to Mia." The voice on the line says.
"What? Raych shut up."
"You asshole! I knew this would happen! Your sleeping with her aren't you?" the voice squeaks.
"Wait…what?" Hayden asks confused.
"This is Tina. Mia's girlfriend. You dick. I'm sorry I even called! I know exactly what to tell Mia when she asks why you're not going to be there at her birthday party. Your too busy fooling around with Raych."
Before Hayden attempted to get a word in the girl abruptly hangs up on him.
Hayden growls and returns back to his socks in frustration.
"Maybe I need this trip out of town to keep my sanity" Hayden mutters to himself.
"What the hell? Haven't you heard a word I said?" Alisha screams, accidentally dropping her full bags of clothing from Saks 5th Avenue. Carlos frowns.
"I… I was listening." He stutters.
"If you were LISTENING. You'd know that I'm leaving to go HOME tomorrow. I'm not in the fucking mood to go to Canada right now! Who the hell in California would want to pay a vacation to Canada?" Alisha yells. When she realizes that she's yelling she quickly stops and wipes off her leather pants and takes a deep breath.
"Calm happy thoughts." She whispers to herself.
"Carlos… I'm sorry. Shit hasn't been going my way today." She smiles as she looks up at Carlos. Carlos stares at her uneasily as if she's the wicked witch of the west.
"Here are your tickets to Ontario. And in the envelope inside that one there are tickets back to Sacramento. You have a nice day Alisha." Carlos explains. He hands over the tickets and Alisha checks the envelopes to see if they were correct.
"Thanks." Alisha grabs her bags and marches out of the luxurious New York City business plaza, decorated in exquisite paintings, large spacious windows, and grand golden chandeliers. She made her way into the busy city sidewalk, a few people turn to look at the elegant woman as she walks with confidence to the street and flags down a taxi. One quickly pulled over and Alisha crawls into the back seat.
"JFK Airport please." Alisha requests politely.
"Leaving town pretty thing?" The taxi driver glances at her in his rearview mirror, his eyes lingering to her chest. Alisha clears her throat loudly.
"Go to hell sir."
Adrian sighs as he presses pause on his CD Discman. An older woman with long graying hair had entered the thrift shop, a vintage purse in hand. He slips his headphones off and smiles at the old woman.
"Oh hello Adrian! Having a good day?" she asks running her hand over the racks and racks of old dusty clothing.
"Splendid day Mrs. Johnson. My day has been splendid. And yours?" Adrian throws his old Walkman to the floor. It lands with a loud clack and Mrs. Johnson looks up from her clothing rack.
"What was that Adrian?" Mrs. Johnson asks puzzled. Adrian runs his fingers through his long locks of dark hair.
"That clanking noise? That was nothing…" Adrian mumbles. Mrs. Johnson walks up to the counter and starts to snoop.
"Have you been listening to music again when you're supposed to be working? I told you Mr. Greenyo I mean Green you have to watch this store at all times! Those kids out there are all thieves and they'll come in here and take everything that I have worked for." Mrs. Johnson begins to ramble, slapping her wrinkly hands on the store counter as she talked. Adrian sighs, wishing he were made out of radioactive material that would let him camouflage into the wall behind him so he could never be bothered by this crazy old witch again.
"Mrs. Johnson, I've been on the payroll for a year and a half now. And you are still yet to learn how to pronounce my last name, yet alone spell it?" Adrian says tartly. Mrs. Johnson glares at him as if she had just been smacked in the face.
"Pardon me! Mr.. Green eh yah! I own this thrift store and I can call you whatever the hell I want to. This." She picks up Adrian's Walkman. "This sci-fi technology is not allowed in this store!" She snaps. Adrian groans as Mrs. Johnson throws his Discman into her brightly painted trashcan.
"Anyhow now that that's over Adrian." Mrs. Johnson smiles and dusts her hands off, and heads into the back of the shop. Adrian follows her.
"Mrs. Johnson. I need two weeks off. There's been a death in the family." Adrian says quite smugly. Mrs. Johnson looks up at him, her hand now on her wrinkly freckled chest.
"Mr. Green eh yah! Who's going to watch the store?"
"I don't know. I have to be at the funeral."
"Who died Mr. Green eh yah?"
"Grenier. Mrs. Johnson. My ex-fiancé's father."
"That's your ex. You shouldn't be at her father's funeral." Mrs. Johnson quips. Adrian tried to resist the urge to send his fist through a wall.
"Mrs. Johnson we're very close despite the fact we are exes. The man was like a father to me. Can I please have a week off?" Adrian asks. He fell to his knees and grabbed on to the much older woman's leg. Meanwhile two young teenagers in the store looked on in confusion.
"Fine Mr. Green eh yah. Have two..."
"You don't know how much I appreciate that you came so far out to fix my Viper…" Megan, a tall and slender vixen, purrs flirtatiously. Hayden smiles and lets down the hood of her bright pink Dodge Viper.
"It's really no big deal…"He shrugs, wiping his hands on a dirty towel.
"No it is. I really appreciate it. I only like one person messing with my hardware ya know?" Megan says, cracking the gum in her predatory mouth loudly and grabbing a hold of a wrench. She steps closer to Hayden. He steps back.
"Yeah. I know what you mean." Hayden's voice trails off. Megan started to twist the wrench around her forefinger. Hayden's eyes drift to her chest.
"I'm up here…Hayden." Megan laughs dryly. Hayden clears his throat and sits down in Megan's uncomfortable lawn chair.
"So what's up with you and Mia?"
"What about her?" Hayden asks confused. Megan continues to wind the wrench and chew loudly on her bubble gum.
"Are you two together?" Megan asks.
"That…" Hayden gets up. "Is none of your business." He grabs his beat up jean jacket and walks to the door.
"Where are you going?" Megan asks throwing the wrench to the floor; it collides with a tall glass of water. The glass falls to the floor, shattering into tiny jagged shards.
"I have another job in Sacramento tomorrow." Hayden grins at Megan, then at the broken glass on his bright blue eyes sparkling maliciously.
"But… don't you want to stay? For a while…" Megan stammers getting up, she hikes up her skirt and runs to Hayden and places her long claw like fingers on Hayden's chest. Hayden lets out a sarcastic snort. In Denver girls shouted at him and accused him of being a dick and thinking with it too. Now after one visit to Ontario and this girl is all over him as soon as he returns. Hayden grabs Megan's hand and throws it off of him.
"You…single handedly ruined my relationship with Mia." Hayden smirks.
"You wanted it…" Megan says slowly, licking her lips. Hayden groans and tries to reach for the door handle but Megan hold him back.
"Look Megan. Last time we had a night of meaningless sex. Yea, I know it was great. But I'm a different person now. And as much as I would like to stay and have one more meaningless one night stand with you, I have a flight to catch, and a job tomorrow." Hayden says. Megan's face flushes in utter embarrassment.
"Well I'm going to get going. Next time you have car problems, you know who to call." Hayden gives a mock salute and slips out the door chuckling.
Michelle smiles for the first time in days as Adrian steps into the airport terminal. Adrian spots her and walks up to her.
"Hey." He says softly. He leans over and hugs the much shorter blonde.
"Hi." She mumbles. She tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I've uh- I've missed you a lot." Adrian says nervously shoving his hands in the pockets of his torn and sand blasted blue jeans.
"Yeah… I'm pretty sure you did. How's Mrs. Johnson?" Michelle asks.
"She's still evil. But more importantly, how are you Michelle?" Adrian asks, nervously adjusting his weight from one foot to the other.
"My father just died Adrian." She says, her voice full of sorrow, as if talking to him made her pain even worse. Adrian suddenly feels a solid pang of guilt.
"Look, Michelle. I'm really sorry. You dad was a good man." Adrian says attempting to console her.
"That's not the only thing you should feel sorry about." Michelle retorts, her voice still low and dripping with sadness. Adrian sighs in frustration.
"We're in an airport Michelle. Now is not the time for you to start ragging on me for a shitty mistake I made years and years ago." He forwardly says. Michelle places her hand on her forehead.
"I'm sorry Adrian." Michelle begins to cry. Everyone within hearing distance of them shoot a side-glance or two. A tall messy un-groomed man and a petite blonde dressed in a sweater embroidered with images of tiny poodles around the collar and the cuffs.
"Let's go before we start fighting." Adrian mumbles picking up his luggage.
"Don't think your coming to my place Adrian. I didn't want you at this funeral anyway." Michelle mutters. Adrian scratches his head in confusion.
"Where am I going to stay Michelle? And why did you call me?" Adrian asks loudly as Michelle starts to walk away.
"Michelle!" Adrian screams after her. "Michelle!" he repeats. Michelle continues to walk away. "Fuck!" he mutters loudly.
"Young man would you PLEASE stop shouting!" a middle aged businesswoman snaps as she passes. Adrian picks up his bags in frustration and makes his way to the rental car agency, muttering the whole way.
(I chose you)