Short Lines
batman
the anthem
*It wasn’t long before Stiles went back upstairs rubbing his eyes and yawning profusely. So there I sat, left alone on the couch with Nash.
We’d always had this sexual tension between us, though we’ve never acted on it. I’d never pursue him however; I knew better. I was a twenty-three year old living with her best friend and his brothers, no schooling, no job, just a bum that tries her hardest not to mooch off her friends. And Nash, a twenty-seven year old man with a godly body and a smile to match. He was so far out of my league that I was sitting on the bench, while he bench pressed hot chicks without breaking a sweat. For fuck sake, the man could have any woman he ever wanted, I just wish I knew what was happening in the shaggy head of his.
The silence that shifted through the think air was unsettling, and the TV was just quiet enough that I could hear my heart bumping against my ribs.
“Libby,” Nash’s deep voice collected me, “It’s getting late, you should go to bed if you two are driving to L.A. tomorrow.” I agreed with a slight nod about to stand from the couch, “Hold on.”
Stopping me in my tracks, I regarded Nash once more, “Yes?”
“When you get back this weekend, I’d like to talk to you about something.” Those dark orbs sent a shiver through my spine.
“Okay, I mean, we can talk now if you like.” I stated softly, beyond curious about what he was hiding behind those glorious lashes.
“No, love. It can wait.” He smiled patting my thigh gently before standing. “Goodnight, Elizabeth.”
“Goodnight..” I mumbled, watching him ascend the stairs.
Folding a baggy band tee into my weekend bag, I recalled what had just happened, my eyes glazing over with thought.
“What could he want to talk about?” Whispering to myself, my brow ruffled trying to calculate what I couldn’t know.
“Why are you talking to yourself?” Crosby’s groggy voice called from the bed, his body lazily stretching.
“Sorry, a lot on my mind, didn’t mean to wake you.” My apology sounded hollow in the silence as I snapped my bag closed.
“Come to bed.” Disregarding my statement, Crosby rolled over to face my side of the bed.
The drive down to L.A. went off without a hitch; warm and clear day to travel seven hours down the highway.
“What do you want to do in L.A. first, Libs?” Crosby inquired, turning down the radio.
Propping my feet out the open window, I let the breeze take me away, “I don’t know, did you have any ideas?”
“Thought we could go to the outlet mall, heard some band is ganna be there.” Crosby mumbled through his fingers as he chewed on his nails.
“Sounds good, and stop chewing on your nails.” I acknowledged his nervous habit, turning the radio back up.
3:26 p.m. – Hilton Anaheim Hotel
“When should we go to the mall?” I begged, riffling through my weekend bag.
“Eh, later, I wanna relax after that long drive.” Crosby sighed, dropping to the bed restlessly.
“Aye, aye, Captain, I’m ganna change.” Pulling out my clothes, I made way for the bathroom.
Tugging my kids Batman shirt, I stretched it down my torso as far as I could; gritting my teeth the tight fabric compressed my breasts almost comfortably.
“You’re still wearing that shirt? I thought it would have torn by now.” Crosby patronized me as I adjusted my sheer kimono over my shoulders.
“Are you calling me fat?” I retorted with a question, giving him the stink eye.
“Not at all, you’re quite thin, but that shirt doesn’t even reach your belly button.” He chuckled, sitting up on the bed to look me over.
“Your point?” Giving him a coy smile, I knelt down to tie my boots.
“Oi,” Crosby groaned in defeat rolling his eyes.
With a giggle, I mused at my best friends exhaustion.
I wonder what bands ganna be at the outlets..
*It wasn’t long before Stiles went back upstairs rubbing his eyes and yawning profusely. So there I sat, left alone on the couch with Nash.
We’d always had this sexual tension between us, though we’ve never acted on it. I’d never pursue him however; I knew better. I was a twenty-three year old living with her best friend and his brothers, no schooling, no job, just a bum that tries her hardest not to mooch off her friends. And Nash, a twenty-seven year old man with a godly body and a smile to match. He was so far out of my league that I was sitting on the bench, while he bench pressed hot chicks without breaking a sweat. For fuck sake, the man could have any woman he ever wanted, I just wish I knew what was happening in the shaggy head of his.
The silence that shifted through the think air was unsettling, and the TV was just quiet enough that I could hear my heart bumping against my ribs.
“Libby,” Nash’s deep voice collected me, “It’s getting late, you should go to bed if you two are driving to L.A. tomorrow.” I agreed with a slight nod about to stand from the couch, “Hold on.”
Stopping me in my tracks, I regarded Nash once more, “Yes?”
“When you get back this weekend, I’d like to talk to you about something.” Those dark orbs sent a shiver through my spine.
“Okay, I mean, we can talk now if you like.” I stated softly, beyond curious about what he was hiding behind those glorious lashes.
“No, love. It can wait.” He smiled patting my thigh gently before standing. “Goodnight, Elizabeth.”
“Goodnight..” I mumbled, watching him ascend the stairs.
Folding a baggy band tee into my weekend bag, I recalled what had just happened, my eyes glazing over with thought.
“What could he want to talk about?” Whispering to myself, my brow ruffled trying to calculate what I couldn’t know.
“Why are you talking to yourself?” Crosby’s groggy voice called from the bed, his body lazily stretching.
“Sorry, a lot on my mind, didn’t mean to wake you.” My apology sounded hollow in the silence as I snapped my bag closed.
“Come to bed.” Disregarding my statement, Crosby rolled over to face my side of the bed.
The drive down to L.A. went off without a hitch; warm and clear day to travel seven hours down the highway.
“What do you want to do in L.A. first, Libs?” Crosby inquired, turning down the radio.
Propping my feet out the open window, I let the breeze take me away, “I don’t know, did you have any ideas?”
“Thought we could go to the outlet mall, heard some band is ganna be there.” Crosby mumbled through his fingers as he chewed on his nails.
“Sounds good, and stop chewing on your nails.” I acknowledged his nervous habit, turning the radio back up.
3:26 p.m. – Hilton Anaheim Hotel
“When should we go to the mall?” I begged, riffling through my weekend bag.
“Eh, later, I wanna relax after that long drive.” Crosby sighed, dropping to the bed restlessly.
“Aye, aye, Captain, I’m ganna change.” Pulling out my clothes, I made way for the bathroom.
Tugging my kids Batman shirt, I stretched it down my torso as far as I could; gritting my teeth the tight fabric compressed my breasts almost comfortably.
“You’re still wearing that shirt? I thought it would have torn by now.” Crosby patronized me as I adjusted my sheer kimono over my shoulders.
“Are you calling me fat?” I retorted with a question, giving him the stink eye.
“Not at all, you’re quite thin, but that shirt doesn’t even reach your belly button.” He chuckled, sitting up on the bed to look me over.
“Your point?” Giving him a coy smile, I knelt down to tie my boots.
“Oi,” Crosby groaned in defeat rolling his eyes.
With a giggle, I mused at my best friends exhaustion.
I wonder what bands ganna be at the outlets..
Notes
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3/22/14