My Darling

It was going to be a long ride to San Diego. One hour and fifty-four minutes on average but the way traffic’s looking, it’s going to be a little over two hours. Two and a half hours to be precise. Two and a half hours alone in a car with the person I hate the most. Is God punishing me? What the fuck did I do?

I sigh and take out my phone and see that I have six messages from Bailey.

From: Bailey Oswald
hey did u get picked up yet
From: Bailey Oswald
can u maybe text me back
From: Bailey Oswald
answer me woman!
From: Bailey Oswald
y r thy ignoring me
From: Bailey Oswald
Can i assume u got picked up
From: Bailey Oswald
ya u got picked up

I chuckle and start to text back.

To: Bailey Oswald
You know, ‘thy’ means ‘your’, right? I think you meant ‘thou’.

Almost immediately, I got a text back.

From: Bailey Oswald
i meant what i said i dont need no lesson from u
To: Bailey Oswald
Sure you don’t. Oh! And write normally when texting me!
From: Bailey Oswald
u dont run my life u peasant
To: Bailey Oswald
Oh, you did NOT just call me a peasant!
From: Bailey Oswald
i think i did u peasant
To: Bailey Oswald
Oh, no! Girl, hold mah earrings!
From: Bailey Oswald
lol
From Bailey Oswald
gtg ttly
To: Bailey Oswald
What?
From Bailey Oswald
ugh got to go talk to you later bye <3

Why couldn’t she just say that? Ugh, I hate text talk so much.

I sigh and sink back into my seat. I watch all the cars passing by on the freeway. All of them going somewhere. One could be on their way to a party. Or maybe Disneyland. Hell, maybe they’re just going home from a day of work.

I’ve always thought about that.

Everyone you see has a life of their own. They could be popular or could be an outcast. They could be happily married or in a horrible relationship. They could be successful or struggling with rent. They all have a path.

I see people just standing there, minding their own business. People I will never see again. They see me as a stranger, just like how I see them as a stranger. The concept fascinates me. We are a life source in a temple of matter. Each and every one of us is different.

I sometimes like to try and put myself in another’s shoes; to try and see what they see. But it scares me because I find myself doing just that…

I’m pulled out of my thought when I hear a roar of thunder, making me jump in my seat.

I look up at the sky to see it completely grey. Rain drops fall on the windows of the car and start streaming down. This doesn’t really seem like the usual Summer weather.

“Ha.” I hear Vic say next to me. “It’s like Forest Gump big ol’ fat rain.”

I roll my eyes at his comment about the weather and keep watching the rain. I silently cheer on a rain drop that’s sliding down the window, like it’s competing against the other one sliding down in a race.

I let out a small ‘aw’ of disappointment when it just ended up forming together with the one it was ‘competing’ with.

“What’s wrong?” Vic asks.

I just keep quiet. He is the last person I want to even see, let alone talk to.

I hear him sigh and we fall back into silence.

To be honest, the silence was getting pretty awkward, so I decide to turn on the radio and see what music they’re playing.

I lean over towards the car’s radio and turn it on. The first thing to play… ‘Bulls in the Bronx’ by ‘Pierce The Veil’.

I hear Vic laugh and start singing along with himself.

I scrunch up my nose and turn the station, earning a disappointed noise from Vic.

“Aw, come on! That was my favorite band!” He laughs.

“Well, I don’t like that band.” I mumble, hoping he didn’t hear me. He did…

“Why not?” He asks.

“The lead singer is an asshole.” I snap at him and he goes silent.

I know I’m being a bitch, but I can’t help it! I hate him. I hate him with everything in me. All I want to do is take my knife and- No. Stop thinking like that.

After switching through many stations, I finally land on something I like. ‘Gimme Sympathy’ by ‘Metric’.

I hum to the tune of the song and tap my foot on the floor of the car.


Half way into the song, I start to yawn and my eyes get heavy. I lower my seat back and get comfortable. I soon close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

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“Maxine.” I hear Vic say as he nudges my shoulder. “Maxine, we’re here. Come on, it’s time to get up.”

I groan and unbuckle my seat belt. I’m so tired and my back hurt from how I was laying. I’m even too tired to get mad at the fact Vic called me Maxine. I guess I’ll just have to cut him later for that.

I get out of the car and stretch my aching back. I twist to my left and hear a crack. Damn, that felt good.

I see Vic going to get my bags from the back seat, but I stop him.

“I’ll get my bags.” I say sternly and he just nods.

I open the door and get my duffle bag and suitcase. Since both be hands were occupied, I close the door with my hip.

I turn around but stop dead in my tracks when I saw the house.

Wow.

That’s it. Just… wow.

I walk up to the front door and wait patiently as Vic unlocks it. When he does, he steps aside so I could go in. I do just that and once again, stop dead in my tracks.

This place is huge and… wow.

“Honey, I’m home!” Vic yells and the next thing I knew, he was on the tiled floor with a man on top of him.

Hm. I would never have guessed Vic was gay. I didn’t even know he was in a relationship… I wonder if this man knew what he did in the past.

Speaking of the man, he was… unusual. He had black spikey hair. He seemed taller than Vic and buffer, too. I could see he had a sleeve of tattoos. When he smiled, he had deep dimples. He doesn’t look like he’d be gay, either.

“Jamie! Get you fat ass off of me!” Vic yelled and the man-or ‘Jaime’- did as he was told.

He held his hand over his heart and his mouth was open.

“I am not fat!” He says.

“Whatever you say, fat ass.” Vic chuckled. The man just pretended to flip his non-excitant hair and began to walk away but stopped when he saw me.

“Oh hello! You must be Maxine!” He said with a wide smile. I could tell he was very energetic.

“Um… call me Max, please.” I say and he nods.

“Sure thang, little one.” He says with a chuckle.

“So, uh… are you two, like, I don’t know… together?” I asked awkwardly and they just burst out laughing. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing. Aw, man. That was funny.” Jaime says breathlessly. “And no. We are not together. I’m straight and I would never want Vic near me that way.”

“Hey!” Vic says defensively. “What am I, not good enough?”

“You are defiantly not my type.” Jaime says and shudders.

“Whatever. You know you loooove me.” Vic says while getting up and slinging his arm on Jaime’s shoulder.

“Not that way and NEVER that way!” Jaime says, putting emphases on ‘never’. “Anyhow, I am hungry!”

“You’re always hungry, fat ass.” Vic says with a chuckle and Jaime just hits him in the arm an walks away.

“Where’s my room. I’m really tired.” I say.

“Oh, right. Would you like me to take you there or just tell you where it is?” Vic asks.

“Tell me, I guess.”

“Okay. Uh… it’s the black door. You’ll know it’s yours because all the others are white.”

I nod and walk towards the stairs with my bags.

I reach the top and I could see the black door at the end of the hall. I walk over to it and open the door. It was dark in the room so I searched the closest wall for a switch.

I finally found it and flipped it on, lighting the whole room. I dropped my bags on the floor and stared in amazement. The room was defiantly bigger than my old one…

The room had dark brown wooden floors and white walls.

There wasn’t that much furniture in the room. There was queen sized bed that had a comforter with red, black, and white roses on it. The pillows were the same colors. At the head of the bed stood a black nightstand that only had a lamp on it. At the foot of the bed was a black trunk. Weird thing to be in a room, but I like it.

To my right was a black desk and a with computer chair. There also stood a black book case and it already held a few books.

That was all the furniture in the room. A lot of black but I don’t mind.

I look over at the two glass doors that had white curtains. It looked like it leads out to a balcony. I made a mental note to check that out. There was one other window and it was over on the other side of the bed. It was one of those windows that had a built in bench thing with it. I’ve always liked those things.

I looked around and my eyes landed on a crimson red double shudder door.

I walked towards it and opened the door. Again, it was dark so I felt around for a switch. When I did, the room lit up to reveal a walk in closet.

Oh my God… I’ve never had one of these before.

I walked in and saw that it had built in shelves for the clothes that needed to be folded. It also had a few racks for those that needed to be hanged.

I walked out and closed the doors behind me.

My eyes landed on yet, another crimson red door. This one wasn’t a shudder door. Just a normal one with a black handle.

I walked over to it and went inside. This time, it revealed a bathroom. The light was already on which I thought was a little odd.

The bathroom had a black marble counter and the sink bowl was white marble. Above the sink was a round mirror with a white border. Next to the sink was a toilet with a sleek black lid and a white bowl. Ahead of you when you first walk in, stands a very spacious glass shower.

Man. This whole room was magnificent. I thought to myself.

I yawned and realized exactly how tired I was. I went over to my duffle bag and grabbed my red plaid pajama pants with a black tank top.

After locking my door, I stripped from my old clothes and into the sleep wear. The floors were a bit cold, so I decided to put on some ankle cut black socks on.

I turned off the light and climbed into bed where I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Alright! I am a butt. I said I'd post the rest of the original chapters yesterday but editing took more time than I thought. Anyway, I'm finished with all of the editing so I shall be posting the rest now!