The rain outside was falling hard from the grey overcast sky making streams of water roll down the large writing room windows. Outside, the green feild that served as a backyard was empty, save for the occasional squirrel or other animal making its way to shelter. But, those aren't the important things, no, the important, truly very important thing is what was happening inside the house in the writing room, to be exact. Where we find... me. What's that? OH! Who am I? To the world, no one importnat, to this story, a very important person. In fact, I'm so important that I'm the main character of this story, see I told you I was important. What's that? Why am I narrating my own story? Gosh, you ask a lot of questions. Alright, I'll answer this one, but save the rest for later. I'm narrating my own story because who better to tell you the events that transpired that winter than the person they happened to? Well that, and, I'm not rich and famous enough to get someone like Morgan Freeman or something to narrate for me. Now, no more questions, got it? Good, listen up because what I have to tell you is of the utmost importance, to me.
So... Where was I? OH RIGHT! The important thing is what was happening in the writing room, my writing room. Currently what's happening is, as you can see, I"m spending a perfectly good rainy day having an argument with him. Because I know you're going to ask, him, would be my ex... You know how you have that one ex that for some god awful reason you can't let go of, or its just really hard to? We all have that Ex. If you don't, you haven't found someone good enough, and lost them. But this Ex, is not that Ex. THIS Ex is the Ex that messed things up with that Special four hundred damage enchanted Excalibur (See what I did there). This Ex, is the single most annoying piece of... I was told to keep this PG.... danggit i might screw that up later. But back to my story,
So, here I am on this perfectly good rainy afternoon, arguing with my Ex. Do you realize the number of things that I could be doing aside from that, I could be killing dragons around the world of Skyrim for crying out loud. But I digressed, I still remember what he and I were arguing about. You wouldn't guess it, but video games. He left some video games at my house when he moved out (I kicked him out, my house, my rules, and he broke the rules) and now he thinks I owe him money for the games, or that I have to make a trip out to see him, just so I can return the games. Pft, as if. He just wants me to make the trip out there so he can try and get me back, again as if... It's not like he's ugly or anything, i'm not shallow, oh no. In fact, he was goregous, he had pefectly tanned skin, black hair and hazel coloured eyes, six pack abs, you know athletic build, he had Russian writing tattooed around his left bicep, he's from Russia so he also had a THICK Russian accent. I still remember how it made me melt the first time that I heard, and the first time he called me "Babe". But, yeah, that's him. I don't want him though. I'm kind of doing this whole loner thing where I sit aroud and work, and when I"m not working I play video games. Evidently video games wins out the battle ten out of nine times, not that I have to worry. You see, I"m a real estate investor, and I know my stuff, I've made it possible so that by the time I put on a bathrobe, walk down to the mail box and back i've made over a million dollars. Great isn't it?
So, my Ex and I are arguing and at this point he's gone to cursing at me in Russian to which I reply with German, our usual arguments. The difference? He's not here so it won't end up being a night in bed with him and waking up in the morning as if nothing happened. Did I forget to mention that we did live together a bit when he and I dated. Yeah, that happened. OH! Look, i'm doing something new! I've just slammed the phone off, Why is it that when we're mad we take it out on electronics, or doors, or walls? TELL ME WHY. But, once again, I digressed.
I guess I should apologize to you for leaving the story line so much, I guess it's just that nothing important happens for a couple of days. Now, I could just do a time lapse thing like you see in movies where the screen fades to black and the white words in like Time New Roman font or whatever comes up and says so many days, hours, weeks or months later. I"m not doing that because I figure I'm too cool for that, and I find that these chats are a perfect time for me to get to know you a little more and for you to get to know me. For example I know that if you're still listening by now, you have some pretty high patience levels, or some really high standards for this story. Or you're just bored out of your mind and you want to amuse a twenty something year old. Well whatever the reason, thank you. I'm sure you've found out a thing or two about me, if you haven't that means that you haven't been paying any attention at all and should either start from the beginning or just walk away. OH PAY ATTENTION TO THE STORY SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN! Just a heads up before you look again, its the next day and I'm at my favourite little cafe owned by my aunt, Phillis. Her name isn't really Phillis, I just call her that as a joke, it happened awhile back. Her name isn't important to the story though, shes rarely in it from what I can recall. ANY WAY, i'm sitting in her cafe drinking my favourite mocha frapuccino light ice, double blended with whipped cream. When HE walks in. Not the Russian Ex, oh no, that would've been fine compared. No, this was the perfect Ex that everything was going perfectly with until the Russian Ex ruined everything with him. I haven't noticed him yet, but he's noticed me. See, right there, he just walked by me and side glanced at me. He was probably hoping I'd notice him, which I did. But, I didn't want to make that known, so I stuck my face in my laptop and took another large sip of my frap. I watched him closely as he smoothly made his way over to the counter, smiled and laughed with my Aunt. He and her had maintained and okay relationship, even after all the drama with him happened... I wasn't annoyed by it, but it just bugged me that he couldn't come talk to me and be nice to me and - "Hey, you" In all my frustration about him I hadn't realized he walked right up to me and sat down across from me. If you notice I have a slightly shocked look in my eyes, I was hoping I was good enough at acting to be able to cover, which I think I did. If I didn't, he was being too nice to say anything. "What'cha doing?" he asked, his grey-green eyes staring into my amber-honey coloured eyes, I felt as if with just those words my soul was being sucked into him, like he was devouring my very being with just his eyes. Yeah, I'm still head over heels in love with him.
"I'm... Um... on my laptop" wow, I was a great conversationalist, award winner of the obvious. "I can see that" he replied with a slight chuckle. If we weren't in a public place that belonged to my Aunt i would've slapped him for being so goddamned cute, and for making me feel things that I haven't felt in a long time. We broke up like a year and a half ago, and I've been telling myself that I'm over him. Guess I'm not... shit.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him pulling focus from what was on my laptop, Tumblr if you were curious. He just smiled at me and held up his cup, he didn't have to say anything and I already knew what was in it... a "Tazo chai tea latte" typical. "Yum" I said sarcastically. it's not that I don't like tea, I do, but I've had too much of their latte's and I just don't find it appealing. I looked his face over, looking for any changes, none. He still had a perfectly shaped face, perfect chin, perfect nose, perfect everything. His black hair needed to be cut, I could tell because it was starting to curl a bit.
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So... Where was I? OH RIGHT! The important thing is what was happening in the writing room, my writing room. Currently what's happening is, as you can see, I"m spending a perfectly good rainy day having an argument with him. Because I know you're going to ask, him, would be my ex... You know how you have that one ex that for some god awful reason you can't let go of, or its just really hard to? We all have that Ex. If you don't, you haven't found someone good enough, and lost them. But this Ex, is not that Ex. THIS Ex is the Ex that messed things up with that Special four hundred damage enchanted Excalibur (See what I did there). This Ex, is the single most annoying piece of... I was told to keep this PG.... danggit i might screw that up later. But back to my story,
So, here I am on this perfectly good rainy afternoon, arguing with my Ex. Do you realize the number of things that I could be doing aside from that, I could be killing dragons around the world of Skyrim for crying out loud. But I digressed, I still remember what he and I were arguing about. You wouldn't guess it, but video games. He left some video games at my house when he moved out (I kicked him out, my house, my rules, and he broke the rules) and now he thinks I owe him money for the games, or that I have to make a trip out to see him, just so I can return the games. Pft, as if. He just wants me to make the trip out there so he can try and get me back, again as if... It's not like he's ugly or anything, i'm not shallow, oh no. In fact, he was goregous, he had pefectly tanned skin, black hair and hazel coloured eyes, six pack abs, you know athletic build, he had Russian writing tattooed around his left bicep, he's from Russia so he also had a THICK Russian accent. I still remember how it made me melt the first time that I heard, and the first time he called me "Babe". But, yeah, that's him. I don't want him though. I'm kind of doing this whole loner thing where I sit aroud and work, and when I"m not working I play video games. Evidently video games wins out the battle ten out of nine times, not that I have to worry. You see, I"m a real estate investor, and I know my stuff, I've made it possible so that by the time I put on a bathrobe, walk down to the mail box and back i've made over a million dollars. Great isn't it?
So, my Ex and I are arguing and at this point he's gone to cursing at me in Russian to which I reply with German, our usual arguments. The difference? He's not here so it won't end up being a night in bed with him and waking up in the morning as if nothing happened. Did I forget to mention that we did live together a bit when he and I dated. Yeah, that happened. OH! Look, i'm doing something new! I've just slammed the phone off, Why is it that when we're mad we take it out on electronics, or doors, or walls? TELL ME WHY. But, once again, I digressed.
I guess I should apologize to you for leaving the story line so much, I guess it's just that nothing important happens for a couple of days. Now, I could just do a time lapse thing like you see in movies where the screen fades to black and the white words in like Time New Roman font or whatever comes up and says so many days, hours, weeks or months later. I"m not doing that because I figure I'm too cool for that, and I find that these chats are a perfect time for me to get to know you a little more and for you to get to know me. For example I know that if you're still listening by now, you have some pretty high patience levels, or some really high standards for this story. Or you're just bored out of your mind and you want to amuse a twenty something year old. Well whatever the reason, thank you. I'm sure you've found out a thing or two about me, if you haven't that means that you haven't been paying any attention at all and should either start from the beginning or just walk away. OH PAY ATTENTION TO THE STORY SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN! Just a heads up before you look again, its the next day and I'm at my favourite little cafe owned by my aunt, Phillis. Her name isn't really Phillis, I just call her that as a joke, it happened awhile back. Her name isn't important to the story though, shes rarely in it from what I can recall. ANY WAY, i'm sitting in her cafe drinking my favourite mocha frapuccino light ice, double blended with whipped cream. When HE walks in. Not the Russian Ex, oh no, that would've been fine compared. No, this was the perfect Ex that everything was going perfectly with until the Russian Ex ruined everything with him. I haven't noticed him yet, but he's noticed me. See, right there, he just walked by me and side glanced at me. He was probably hoping I'd notice him, which I did. But, I didn't want to make that known, so I stuck my face in my laptop and took another large sip of my frap. I watched him closely as he smoothly made his way over to the counter, smiled and laughed with my Aunt. He and her had maintained and okay relationship, even after all the drama with him happened... I wasn't annoyed by it, but it just bugged me that he couldn't come talk to me and be nice to me and - "Hey, you" In all my frustration about him I hadn't realized he walked right up to me and sat down across from me. If you notice I have a slightly shocked look in my eyes, I was hoping I was good enough at acting to be able to cover, which I think I did. If I didn't, he was being too nice to say anything. "What'cha doing?" he asked, his grey-green eyes staring into my amber-honey coloured eyes, I felt as if with just those words my soul was being sucked into him, like he was devouring my very being with just his eyes. Yeah, I'm still head over heels in love with him.
"I'm... Um... on my laptop" wow, I was a great conversationalist, award winner of the obvious. "I can see that" he replied with a slight chuckle. If we weren't in a public place that belonged to my Aunt i would've slapped him for being so goddamned cute, and for making me feel things that I haven't felt in a long time. We broke up like a year and a half ago, and I've been telling myself that I'm over him. Guess I'm not... shit.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him pulling focus from what was on my laptop, Tumblr if you were curious. He just smiled at me and held up his cup, he didn't have to say anything and I already knew what was in it... a "Tazo chai tea latte" typical. "Yum" I said sarcastically. it's not that I don't like tea, I do, but I've had too much of their latte's and I just don't find it appealing. I looked his face over, looking for any changes, none. He still had a perfectly shaped face, perfect chin, perfect nose, perfect everything. His black hair needed to be cut, I could tell because it was starting to curl a bit.
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