Pieces, Part 1
I remember her red lipstick. Her eyebrows pointed downward to it like neon arrows toward a ruby painted storefront. Her nose wrinkling in disgust, she crossed her arms along her purple scarf. Her pigtails and full bangs swayed as her green eyes gave Antwon the death glare. For a moment, I lost concentration from the humming convenience store music to her dangling hoop earrings.
“Don’t talk to girls like that.” She said through gritted teeth. Antwon chuckled.
“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.” Her red lips grew angrier.
“I’m not your baby. Don’t fucking call me baby.” She spat. Antwon laughed again with a hint of frustration and I smiled at her in amazement.
“I like her.” I said, staring at her rudely. She returned my gaze, her anger drilling through me and making a home in my heart. Antwon rolled his eyes.
“Where you from?” I asked. She squinted.
“You added a ‘w’ to the word ‘talk.’ Are you from the city?”
“My name’s Camila. Camila Rodriguez.” I smiled light-heartedly. She shrugged her shoulders and her eyes became just a little softer.
“Eve.” She said. “My name’s Eve.” There was a silence for a moment as I gazed at Eve. She was staring into my eyes with an expression that was void of anger or delight. Antwon laughed as his pupils darted between mine and Eve’s silent staring contest.
“Shut the fuck up.” We said in unison, nervously chuckling when we realized it.
“Do you like pizza, Eve?”
“Angela’s? Right across the street?” I pointed to a small brick building past a wall of moving cars.
“Okay. Let me say goodbye to my boyfriend.” My heart sank as I watched her kiss a long-haired boy who had been shuffling through greeting cards behind the register the entire time. But I smiled, still interested.
Eve ordered a bowl of fried ravioli. I ordered two slices of pepperoni pizza. She dumped the small cup of marinara sauce sitting in the middle of her bowl all over her ravioli then smashed it all together with the prongs of her fork. I looked at her strangely as I bit into a steaming slice.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“I like to destroy things. Don’t question me.” She said, angry again. She scooped up her ravioli which was now practically reduced to soup and shoved it into the side of her mouth. She had her elbows on the table and her dirty blonde curls danced as she turned to stare out the window.
“Brooklyn.” She said without looking at me. She turned her head to face her bowl of ravioli and marinara soup to swirl it around with her fork. “I’m from Brooklyn.”
“That explains the goofy accent.” She laughed and gave me a playful smack on the shoulder.
“Okay. Can you tell me more about you?” I suggested.
“I hate that question. Too vague. I’m not answering.”
“Tell me about yourself.” I said. She raised her brown eyebrows. “I’m not asking. I’m demanding.”
“That’s better.” She smirked. “I live in downtown Plattsburgh.”
“Me too.” I smiled.
“My turn. How many books have you read in the past four weeks?”
“Umm…” It took me a second to answer the surprisingly unconventional question, from a not surprisingly unconventional girl. “I want to say two.” She nodded in approval.
“Why did you move to Plattsburgh?”
“I’m in college. Creative writing. Useless major. How many pairs of flip flops do you own?”
“Two. One black and one yellow. You’re a writer?”
“Yep.” By this point, her bowl of soup was nothing but scraps of ricotta cheese and breadcrumbs. The only thing left on my plate was two crusts.
“What do you write?”
“Do they make you happy?”
“Writers aren’t happy, Camila.” My name made an elegant sound in her voice.
“Yo!” We suddenly heard from the front of the restaurant. Antwon came storming into the doors and laid his hands on our table. Eve looked at him in disgust.
“ You wanna go to a party?” I looked at Eve.
“That depends. Are you going to be an asshole?” She asked. Antwon laughed and made a pinky promise. I pressed my lips together to avoid turning my mouth into a huge grin.
The club was packed as it usually was, with a thousand different colored lights shining down on the crowd. The DJ played a redundant techno song as everyone grinded up on each other. I could tell this wasn’t Eve’s usual scene, as I noticed her studded combat boots, black jeans, and long sleeved tight shirt. Her red lipstick and green eyes were the only hints of color on her. We followed Antwon to a booth with a group of guys sitting in it. A waitress with a purple apron around her thighs came over shortly after.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” She asked, a fake white smile on her face. The guys all ordered drinks that followed with “on the rocks” and I ordered a margarita.
“Two blue monsters.” Eve ordered.
“Going hard tonight?” I rhetorically asked. She just giggled.
Our drinks arrived not long after that. Mine was green with a salt rim and I savored the lime taste as I watched Eve scarf down two bright blue shots. The rims of the tiny glasses were now painted with a dry layer of red. Her pale skin was radiant in the orange-green-pink glow of the strobe. Her teal fingernails traced the top of the glass as she stared into my eyes.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Antwon interrupted, as usual.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Eve said, ordering another drink. I ordered the same thing she did.
“You kissed him.” Antwon narrowed his eyes.
“I kiss a lot of people.” She seductively grinned. A shiver flowed through the bones in my fingers.
“On three?” I said. My glass made a clank sound as it hit Eve’s. I counted down and we both tilted our heads back to suck the blue glasses dry. I winced at the burning sensation in my throat.
“A lot of people, huh?” I asked. She was laughing, quite obviously drunk by this point.
“I guess.” She innocently replied.
“Would you kiss me?” I asked, also clearly getting drunk. She stared at me, her smile disappearing slowly. Her head detached from her hand and her elbow slid off the table. She inched closer to me and moved her hand slowly up my neck and eventually entangled it in my hair. She brought her face closer and closed her eyes. Her lips were less than an inch from mine. I tasted her breath with my tongue, swallowed it and sucked it inside of me.
“I don’t kiss on the first date.” She pulled back suddenly, biting her lip. The DJ played the subtle sound of a guitar strumming in the background.
“Oh my god, I love this song!” Eve exclaimed.
“Really? Me too!” And I wasn’t only trying to impress her. I did love this song. I own four Radical Something band shirts, one being a concert shirt.
“Dance with me?” I asked. She bit her lip and nodded.
Someone give me one more ‘cause I just ran out. The colored lights danced on our shoulders as we moved back and forth in the crowd. I noticed Eve singing along to the words and we had a silent ‘who can sing this louder’ contest. ‘Cause these days got heat waves. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I threw my hands on Eve’s shoulders. She slid hers around my waist. The music seemed to grow louder, and all I could think about was the pumpkin scent of her hair and the way her moist skin felt in my hot palms. Listen little mama better behave. Eve spun around and grinded on me the way everyone else was. Her back was against me, shifting from side to side. My hands dropped to her waist. She placed her hands on top of mine and filled the spaces between my fingers with hers.
Step ri-ight up! She whipped her hair out of her face and turned to me, her eyes wide and waiting. I tightened my grip on her jeans and planted a hard kiss on her lips. She stopped moving, and I quickly pulled away. I prepared to apologize as she stared at me with a shocked face, but before I could, she grabbed me by the hair and we were connected once again. Her tongue played with the inside of my bottom lip, swirling back and forth in the same motion we were dancing just before. She tasted of vodka and cigarette smoke. I pulled her waist against me, pressing her body to form against mine. I lifted my hands so they were just barely under her shirt. I grazed the small of her back as she kissed me with more force, gripping my hair like if she let go she would fall a thousand feet.
Suddenly we were in my apartment with the lights out, our hands travelling to the different continents of each other’s bodies. Mine have explored her waist and her back. Hers, less ambitious, remained above my collar. I pushed her so she would bounce on my bed and crawled on top of her, exploring more places. I felt the black fabric that was her long-sleeved shirt and pulled it over her head. She kissed me some more, unable to resist whenever my face was at level with hers. I unbuttoned her jeans as her hands tangled themselves in my hair once again. I broke away from her caffeinated cherry lips and pulled her jeans off in one swipe. The seas that were her smooth legs were my favorite discovery as I parted the waves. It’s the last night, the last night to do what we came to do.
I woke to the bright morning sun warming Eve’s gentle beauty lying next to me. Her legs wrapped around mine. Her face was smashed in the comfort of a white pillow while her long hair hid her mouth and shoulders. A white sheet shielded the rest of her body save for her knees down to her toes. I rested my elbow on the bed and held my head up with my hand, staring at the wonder that was last night into this morning with a smile on my face. In the middle of the night, I found myself waking up, wondering if this was just a dream and not reality. But there she was, my visible proof. I could touch her and I would feel her solid skin. She would breathe out and I would taste the alcohol again. It was real, and I had really loved her the night before. I had explored her in ways I haven’t explored anyone else. She knew parts of me that would die with her. This was real. I fell in love at first sight.
I gave her a light nudge on the shoulder in an attempt to wake her, but to no avail. All she did was stretch her arms out onto the pillow and return to lifelessness. My smile began to fade as I stared at this new piece of her body that I couldn’t see well enough in the dark. I found it difficult to breathe. My arm fell flat onto the bed and I could feel the color leaving my face. On the back of Eve’s pale arm were a number of patterned red lines that spelled out “WORTHLESS.”
Naked with black socks. Joy’s body lay next to me showing a contrast that was difficult to describe. Her pearl-white skin against the blackness of her hair that only emphasized her pale blue eyes. I sat in the chair across the room staring out the window with my hands gripping a coffee mug. The room was a lot cleaner than it had been the previous time I woke up with Joy. Our clothes were no longer scattered in every corner. The little puddles our rained feet had left on the hardwood had since dried up. The sun heated my shoulder as I took another sip of my bland coffee. I had three hours before I had to pick Drake up at the airport. Three hours before I had to make the decision between the two loves of my life.
Drake and I met in a parking lot. Our romance story poetically starts with my hands pulling at my hair and my voice bellowing profanities at a bicycle cop who stood scribbling on a notepad.
"I can’t believe this! I cannot believe this!” I repeated several times as the worst day of my life only seemed to get worse. That is, until he so bravely attempted to comfort me.
"Hey, lady, calm yourself." This, of course only angered me more. I couldn’t say anything. Only an exasperated sigh and deathly glare escaped me.
"Okay, okay." He threw his hands up to surrender. "You know you don’t look too bad when you’re angry." He used the same line when he proposed.
We were having a fight. A fight about nothing, as always. Most of our fights weren’t too serious. We had a pretty solid relationship. This one was about the dishes being too dirty or turning the heat up too high or I can’t even remember. I yelled at him and I screamed until my face was blue trying to get some kind of answer. The only answer I got was “You know you don’t look too bad when you’re angry.” When I turned around, there was a diamond ring on the kitchen table. He told me he wanted to fight with me until the end of time.
"You know what I’ve always wondered?" Joy interrupted my memories. I raised my eyebrows.
"What the beach looks like at night." She continued. I smiled, but it was weak. Almost fake. I fingered the ring on my finger, wondering if it would claim a home on my hand forever or if it would slide across a table toward Drake’s weeping stance. I wondered if I even had the strength to break a heart, but I knew someone’s would be broken.
“Come on. Let’s take a shower.” Joy unknowingly interrupted again. Over the past three days, Joy must have gotten to know me very well, because in the shower is when I fell in love with her the most. Aside from seeing her dance in the rain, of course. Seeing the stream of water rain down on her shoulders is a sight that leaves me breathless. The way she hugs her hips while washing herself and tilts her head back in an effort to get all the shampoo out of her hair is indescribable. Her feet stay flat on the squishy blue mat save for a few moments where she traces my ankle with the tips of her toes. Her once painted nails are now starting to chip, I imagine due to the excessive amount of time she has spent in the water with me.
We emerge from the shower and naturally, Joy looks like an angel as the fog swirls around her like the clouds of heaven. I wipe away the dew on the mirror to look at myself. I had already been dried off, but there were streaks of water down my collar to the insides of my breasts from the tips of my hair. I had dark circles under my eyes.
We’ll tell him together. I remember what Joy said from the day before.
Drake’s plane was 17 minutes past schedule, which actually isn’t too bad for an airline delay. He wore a bright smile as he walked up to me. He held me in an immediate embrace and Joy retracted her hand from my waist. I heard her bracelet jingle as she shoved her hand into her denim pocket.
“How was your trip?” I asked, trying to sound like nothing had changed since he left.
“Alright. It’s a shame I never get to experience the places to visit.” Joy and I emotionlessly agreed.
We left Drake’s suitcase in the trunk of my car and requested a table for three at one of the restaurants just outside the airport. It was an Italian place known for its gourmet cupcakes. Our table was a booth on one side and a single chair on the other. I imagine Joy was waiting for me to drop the atomic bomb that had been lit inside me since last night. Drake ordered bruschetta, I ordered a salad which I didn’t touch, and Joy ordered a Panini. We ate mostly in silence, or so it felt like it to me. In reality there was a lot of chatter about what Drake was able to see in Europe and how Joy and I spent our time together without him, leaving out a few details. I failed to mention where the ‘bruise’ on my collarbone came from or how long her legs look when they’re wet.
After a dreaded year spent at the restaurant we were finally home. I knew I had to tell Drake about what I did. Joy was glancing at me all afternoon, hinting at me to start the conversation over and over.
“Home sweet home.” He shrugged off his grey trench coat and started upstairs mentioning a bathroom break. Joy traced the granite countertops while her eyes stayed glued to the floor.
“So, what’s going on?” She asked. I shrugged.
“Angie.” She said in a motherly tone. “What do you want to do?” I bit my lip.
“I want to love you.” My eyes began to water, and soon a waterfall was spilling over my cheeks. “I just don’t want to hurt him.” I fiddled with the ring on my finger once again and took a deep breath.
“But I know there’s no other way.” I wiped the tears from my eyes. Joy walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She looked me in the eye for only a moment before leading me up the stairs. We reached the top right as Drake came out of the bathroom.
“Honey, we need to tell you something.” I began. He smiled nervously.
“We?” He imitated. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting for us to continue. We stood in the doorway.
“Joy and I. You see, we—“ I started to finally explain, but Drake was very obviously distracted. He was searching between the sheets of the bed until he pulled out a sheer black thong that had been wedged between the mattress and the frame. He smiled like a child.
“Jeez, Angie. You told me you guys went shopping but you didn’t explain what kind of shopping!” He seemed overjoyed. “Since when do you wear stuff like this anyway?” I gulped. My mind flashed back to when I playfully pulled back the cloth string on that thong and snapped it against blushed skin which made Joy explode in laughter.
“Angie?” He asked. I couldn’t speak. I could feel my eyes slowly beginning to fill up with moisture. Drake’s smile disappeared almost automatically. Joy was looking at the ground.
“Those aren’t Angie’s.” She said, never removing her gaze from the floor. I watched as the color from Drake’s face completely disappeared as he began to piece things together. The moisture in my eyes overflowed onto my cheeks but I still couldn’t muster up a voice. I soundlessly mouthed “I’m so sorry.”
Soon he disappeared as well.
Would anyone be interested in possibly reading a short story of a different genre?
I’m starting to get into creepypasta/horror and I don’t know if this is the right place for that….
Your stories are amazing <3
Thank you so much! :)
how can i handle a secret relationship?
Think for yourself. The people around you matter, but if he/she is treating you right, then what other people say shouldn’t matter. Just be careful, because a lot of times if your friends and family say “don’t date this person,” there’s a reason for it.
Nothing is more embarrassing than forgetting one of your e-mails for months (because you have so many) only to realize the e-mail was actually, your real name @yahoo.com.
I forgot my name for months.
Flame, Part One
Most of the people in this fairly new town were just like me. Hotel hopping or renting summer cabins for the two week period that spring break usually ran. The town had a large lake next to city hall to learn how to skip rocks or make wishes from dimes. On the other side of the town, there were cabins overlooking the ocean. The temperature never went below 75 degrees until October. It was the perfect place to be, even for a short period of time.
I guess that was why she was a native. Who would ever want to leave this place?
The natives included the council, senators, some older couples, and a redheaded girl named Fire. A girl who could burn your heart to ashes with just one look from her emerald eyes. She’d walk past and you’d get high off of her midnight perfume. Yes, Fire was like a statue in the center of town handcrafted from the envy of every other woman in the world.
I visited the quaint town of Coldgrove in May with my blonde beauty of a girlfriend named Jennifer. She was one of the hottest girls in my university. She played on the school soccer team, was very fit and athletic, and wore red lipstick every night. We were dating for four months when I asked her to come with me on my first spring break vacation and she nonchalantly said yes.
We were staying in one of Coldgrove’s cheapest hotels, but with a town so magnificent, it’s only expected that it be as grand as any other town’s best hotel. We shared a canopy bed and made breakfast in a country style eat-in kitchen. Since when do hotel rooms have kitchens?
Our first vacation adventure was surfing lessons on the oceanside. We walked into a beachfront surf shop to buy surfboards for the class when in the corner of my eye, I saw her.
A flush of flowing, red hair brushed against my shoulder. I breathed in only to get dizzy off of an unfamiliar—but pleasant—scent. I whipped my head around to see the backside of a girl with auburn locks that danced side to side as she walked. She wore a blue dress with anchors littering it all over. She walked up to the counter and the clerk didn’t seemed to be phased by her perfection. He rang up her bracelets and she walked out the door.
"Ahem. Ethan!" I heard a feminine voice from somewhere else.
"ETHAN!" It got louder. I turned my head back to Jennifer. She glared at me.
"Ugh. Can you be any more obvious? I could see you staring at that slut." She was clearly angry. I couldn’t answer. I just stared at her until she got so angry that she stormed out of the store. I was still staring into space. Eventually, a surfboard with blue anchors designed onto it broke my trance. I took it up to the clerk who gave me the same dull response as he gave the beauty from before. As he handed me my change, I couldn’t help but inquire.
"Excuse me sir, but do you live around here?"
"Indeed I do." He said without looking at me.
"The redhead you just rang up before…do you know her? Does she live around here?" I asked. He slammed his register drawer shut and looked me in the eye. I started to regret asking.
"You better watch yourself or your girlfriend will have your head on a plate." He laughed at his own joke. I didn’t find it to be that funny.
"I just want to know who she is. I’m not going to try anything." His laughter subsided and he sighed.
"Her name is Fire, and yeah, she lives around here. Don’t know where exactly, but she goes surfing on the ocean an awful lot." He said, no longer amused by my questions.
"What kind of a name is ‘Fire’?" I said, furrowing my brow.
When I got back to my hotel, Jennifer was angrier than ever at me. She was typically a very jealous person. Any time a girl would walk by us, she would comment to me about how ugly they looked in comparison to her, and that I’m lucky to have her. I knew that when I stared at Fire today, that was going to set her off the deep end.
She sat on the bed with her arms crossed, a Cosmopolitan magazine laying next to her on my side.
"You better have not been chasing after that ugly ginger." She snapped. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Do you have to be so negative? You don’t know anything about her and neither do I."
"You were chasing after her!” Here’s where the accusations began. We’ve had the same fight about several girls before in the past. The others, however, I thought nothing of. She was right to be jealous of Fire.
"That’s it! I’m tired of this!" Jennifer yelled. "You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!"
And so I did. I slept on a surprisingly comfortable but narrow sofa, wrapped up in a too-small blanket, dreaming about auburn hair.
The next day, Jennifer was still mad at me, so I went to the beach without her. I scanned the waves, searching for Fire. The clerk told me she surfed here all the time, yet she was nowhere to be found. I felt the sand sink next to me, but I didn’t feel like talking to Jennifer right now. I continued to fixate my gaze on the ocean.
"Yoo-hoo." A light voice from beside me spoke. I turned my head and I was met with gleaming, emerald eyes. I gulped.
"I heard you were looking for me." She said, smiling. Her teeth were a bright white. Just another thing about her that exceeded perfection. Her accent was like no other, but she spoke perfect english. I let out a nervous laugh.
"Uh, who told you that?" I asked.
"Bob." She said. The clerk. I knew I shouldn’t have inquired. Yet there I was, sitting face-to-face and having a conversation with Fire. Maybe it was a good thing after all. Embarrassing, but in the end, rewarding.
"Oh, um, yeah. I guess I did ask about you." I felt like my voice was barely audible, but Fire understood me clearly.
"What’s your name?" She asked softly.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Goodrow. May I call you Ethan?" She smirked.
"Of course. That’s my name." I could barely speak and I was clearly making a fool out of myself. She chuckled at my idiocy.
"My name is Sapphire Maclure, but you can call me Fire." Sapphire. What a beautiful name. The name seemed so fitting as her emerald eyes sparkled like faceted diamonds in the sunlight. Everything about this woman was like a rare gem.
"N-nice to meet you, Fire." I stuttered. My voice broke like a teenage boy breaking puberty. I felt humiliated. Fire chuckled again.
"My friends and I are having a bonfire at the other end of the beach. Would you like to walk over and join me?" I could feel my face lighting up.
"Yeah. Sure, I’d love to."
My flip flops clapped at my heels as we walked toward a large flame with people dancing and laughing around it. I watched Fire’s bare feet sift through the dry sand like it was nothing. I tried not to let my gaze drift to anything but her feet, but I failed several times.
A tall, brunette woman in the shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen ran over to us and greeted Fire with a bright smile. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her skin was dark enough that it was obvious she spent a lot of time in the sun. She was basically the depiction of summer.
"Hey, you’re back!" She said.
"Yep. Just went to go get something." Fire said.
Until the sun started to set, Fire and I sat around the bonfire talking about everything. Her friends kept trying to get her to come see them, but she kept brushing them off with “In a minute!“‘s and then continuing her conversation with me.
"So, where are you from?" I asked after a short silence.
"Colorado." She said.
"You are not." I said. Her lips curved into a smile as she took a sip of a wine cooler.
"How dare you question my heritage!" She gave me a playful smack on the shoulder. I laughed.
"You have an accent that is definitely not from Colorado!"
"You never know." She took another sip of her wine cooler, then crashed the empty bottle into pieces on the side of the log we were sitting on. We shared a comfortable silence for a little while, the flames from the bonfire dancing in the reflections of our eyes. We glanced at each other every once in a short while, smiling and blushing like kids when our gaze would meet. After a while, she scooted closer to me and looked into my eyes.
"Ethan, will you kiss me?" She asked. I blinked.
"I, um…what?" I stuttered, wondering if I heard her correctly. She chuckled, but her playful expression quickly faded to serious. Her pupils grew larger.
"Ethan…" She spoke slower this time. "Will you kiss me?" I gulped.
"I have a girlfriend…I’m not a cheater." Her expression didn’t change. I waited for her to storm off, angry and displeased. I promised myself I would never cheat on a girl, even if she mistreated me in the way Jennifer had lately, or if I was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime sitting here inches away from Fire’s wanting lips. Even so, I considered myself honest. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized who I had just rejected. Yet, a moment went by and her serious, demanding expression turned into a delighted smile.
"You passed. You’re a good man." She said. She stood up and brushed the sand off her skirt.
"However, I hope your answer will be different next time." She winked at me before walking away to finally meet up with her begging friends.