“It always rains
whenever I come over”
“It rains in
Seattle, Diana”
“No, I swear to
God it always rains whenever I’m here”
“Okay”
He rolled over and pushed his face harder into the pillow. She just laid there on her
side looking at him. She couldn’t tell if he had lost all of his interest in
her, what exact purpose she served him anymore, but she was feeling used. She
was feeling like she was a tool for him, something to bring his creativity out,
someone to talk to for a few hours, grab drinks with and that was it. Was there
something beyond the obvious, was there ever anything to build to.
“Well, I’m gonna
go. . .it’s 12 now, and I have work in a couple hours”
“Alright, hey
want to grab a drink when you’re off?”
“I’ll be out
with Olivia, but maybe”
“Okay, text me”
She left, and
closed the door behind herself. He listened to her footsteps going down the 3
flights and then heard the heavy door shut with a bang. He rolled over and
starred at the ceiling. Things are going pretty good he thought. Diana and him
were on good terms. She didn’t ask too many questions, things were casual, but
not at the same time. He thought about the idea that she was seeing other
people, and how he’d kick the son of a bitch’s ass.
--
--
“I honestly
think he’s a fucking idiot sometimes. . .like a big over grown child”
“Olivia . .
don’t be so hard on him”
“Why the fuck
not girl? He’s worthless, and I don’t care what anyone says, his writing is shit”
“Olivia, some of
that stuff is about ME!”
“Doesn’t mean it
isn’t shit”
“Jeeesus”
“You just like
that stuff because it’s about you, and you think it’s cute. If it was anyone else writing it, you wouldn’t fucking care”
“I think you’re
wrong”
“I think you’ve
been fooled”
“. . .Whatever”
“He is cute. . I’ll
give you that, but shit, what the hell you two do beside fuck, drink, and eat
out?”
“I don’t KNOW!
What else is there to do?”
“Don’t you want
commitment? Something more?”
“Yeah I don’t
know, yes. . I guess. . I just want to
know what he wants from me”
“I know what he
wants”
“Shit! Okay! I
get it . . . well he just texted me . .he’s gonna be here in 10 or so”
“That’s my
signal”
“You’re fucking
staying Olivia”
---
“HEEEY”
“Heey Connor,
how have you been?”
“Oh I’ve been
alright, you two look great by the way”
“Thanks”
“Thank you . . .
what’d you get up to today, Connor?” Olivia said
“Yeah? .. babe” said
Diana
“Oh did some
writing, then some studying, got bored and went and bought a new book”
“What’s it
called?” Olivia asked
“Women”
“Women?”
“Yeah, it’s
about this guy, a writer, he goes out and meets women, interacts and sometimes
sleeps with them, then writes about it – seems like a dick, and then a good guy
at times, I don’t know, really human I guess. . . pretty bad drinking problem
though”
“Who’s the
writer?” Olivia asked
“Bukowski”
“Aaah, I’ve seen
a lot of him on your shelf” added Diana
Olivia looked at
Connor, while he was looking down at his drink, Diana was looking at her phone.
Connor looked up and Olivia and his eyes locked, she looked away yet let out a
small smirk while pivoting in her seat to grab her drink. Connor kept looking
at her, and then felt his arm get grabbed.
“Want to go have
a smoke?” asked Diana
“Yeah sure . .
.” replied Connor
The two went
outside and stood on the sidewalk.
“Can we share, I
only want a few drags” said Diana
“Yeah. . .
alright”
“Thanks”
“...”
“Okay, I’m gonna go back inside . . . it’s
starting to rain”
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