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FistsofFury · 02-15-2012, 08:15 PM

[The Secret Side PART 2]

He frowned as he looked inside because there were candy wrappers and compact discs everywhere. He smiled a second later as he thought of friends of his that left food and other gross shit in their cars. Contentment through comparison! The old ‘I’m not as bad as ____’ that satisfied so many losers for the entire history of mankind.

“I gotta clean this up before she gets in.” Paul muttered to no one as the sun half assed his job.

(((((((((

::3:03 PM::
“It’s like I’m full of life you know and I want someone to have the same vibe as me I guess. Yeah that’s it. I have a full throttle vibe-”

“But you usually go in half cocked.” Paul felt a tinge of rudeness on his part; it felt similar to the cool breeze blowing through them on this cloudy day. The two of them sat on metal bleachers watching the clouds darken and swirl. Paul and Lucy. She almost ignored what Paul said.

Lucy had a ton of curly red hair that she usually straightened before going out. At will it could have been a veil or a halo. Her eyes were a pale green and she always looked like she had a delightful secret just behind her smirk. She always looked like she would not tell you no matter how much you asked, smiling all the way through.

“No I don’t! I can read people. Like I was saying though…you have a different vibe.”

Lucy reached out and put her slack hand on Paul’s knee. Paul felt like she only did this when she had something she thought the listener would find unpleasant.

“I like it don’t get me wrong. I feel like you calm me down. I just want something else too. I need passion!”

As Lucy’s hand slid away peacefully Paul remembered he had never seen her perform these moves on anyone else. He felt special; in an ‘I’m honored you picked me to be your sucker’ sort of way. Like she were treating him as if he were fragile. He carefully held in his grimace as a kid got hit in the shoulder by a softball across the field.

“You cant see my passion?” Paul was inclined to say more but he decided not to make a deal out of it.

“I don’t doubt your passion for all that stuff you do. But listen to me-”

Lucy paused to stroke the side of Paul’s fade. She felt the stubble of an irregular shaver and she felt the warmth of a person that cared for her beneath it. Paul’s heart fluttered and his thoughts stuttered but his quietly expectant eyes never left Lucy’s calm ones. Her face looked as if she were going the extra mile of tenderness. As if she were choosing the words that only pricked a personality instead of stabbing it. Paul could appreciate but he took slight offense. He was not a child, a madman or a dull headed coward. As Lucy pulled her hand away and looked at the sky Paul wanted to tell her that she could never hurt him with the truth. He decided to save the proclamation for another time.

“We are very different. I enjoy it but if we rush this between us the whole thing will fall apart very quickly. I’m not saying I don’t like you. I’m saying those feelings don’t develop as quickly for me as they do for you. Give it time you bum!”

Laughter exploded from Paul. Genuine head tilting squinty eyed laughter. It did not last long but Lucy laughed at Paul laughing. A kid playing softball turned to look at them and missed catching the ball that would have outed the player whizzing past the base he was supposed to protect. His teammate scowled at him but the kid wasn’t looking in that direction.

“I understand!” Paul exclaimed with a giant grin. As he nodded with the nodding Lucy he thought about how she really was too beautiful.

“I’m thirsty. Let’s get out of here.” She stood up and fixed her plaid skirt.

“We should get something to eat.” Paul stood up and stretched his arms. An involuntary yawn made a rhythm with the metal thumps.

“I’m not trying to spend money.” She shot him a phony fierce glare and stepped off the stairs unto the grass. Her arms swayed with her hips, of course Paul noticed.

“Who said anything about spending money? I’m going to whip us up some rice and broccoli.” Paul sprang off the bleachers to catch up.

“No chicken with it? Seems like chicken would be the perfect addition.” She turned and looked back at him while she walked. Paul couldn’t completely read the look she was giving him but the smile was enough.

“You don’t like meat!”

“But you do!” She laughed again. Paul’s heart fluttered again.

“Doesn’t mean I want to eat it all the time.”

(((((((((

::4:45 pm::
The “Well I guess Id better be going now” from Lucy triggered the throat clearing and the dishes being placed in the sink from Paul. As he washed his hands Lucy picked out her jacket from the closet and put it on without removing the hanger. The hug on the porch was polite but hurried; well meaning but restrained. There were no neighbors milling about on the street or the street across. The clouds seemed thinner than before.

“I had fun today. With you.” Paul didn’t mean for it to sound funny but he smiled when Lucy chuckled. The chuckle was faked.

“I had fun too.” Lucy’s phone beeped once somewhere in her giant purse as she spoke. As she reached into her multi-colored bag Paul cut things short.

“Have a good day! Ill call next week. Or in a few days.” Lucy mumbled something in agreement as she strode down the steps and walked toward her car, hips still swerving and eyes still in her purse.

Paul turned and opened the door, his mind beginning to focus on the mindless chores ahead of him. He was wondering whether to clean the bathroom upstairs first or sweep the kitchen when Lucy stopped suddenly and turned.

“Bye!” She shouted, smiling big and blowing a kiss. The hand that blew the kiss transformed into a hand that waved goodbye. The other hand held a phone that was rising to her ear.

Paul turned and waved from inside the house. As he closed his front door he heard the door open to Lucy’s seasoned sedan.

“Yeah?” Lucy tossed her purse somewhere in the empty passenger region as she sat. She looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror. Then she checked on her teeth (no food in between) and her hair (still in place). While she did this a voice booped in her ear in fast flat tones.

“I’m just leaving Pauls house. Yeah that weird guy.” The car started without any trouble. Lucy swept a bit of hair behind her ear as her friend complained about something.

“Hey don’t be a bitch. He’s a loser but he’s not an asshole. It’s obvious how lonely he is and I like to keep him company. He’s a nice guy ok you haven’t met him.” Lucy’s friend has not met Paul but she remembered all the things Lucy said about him. A plush cat smiled eternally in the back window against thick grey clouds.

“Oh, will Raul be there? Really that’s what he said?” Lucy smiled big as she put her car into reverse. Inside the house Paul heard Lucy drive away and sneezed while washing dishes. Now that she was gone Paul anticipated his upcoming nerd spree with a silent glee. Hey that rhymes.

(((((((((

::5:21 PM::
Paul’s eyes scanned the shelves of new releases. Here in the comic book store, the walls covered in posters and individually preserved issues displayed in skyscrapers for filing cabinets. The ceiling was high and the windows were big but cardboard hero cutouts blocked a significant amount of the available sunlight. Besides comic books there were action figures both frozen in worn boxes and devalued. There were ancient video games and trading cards. The pornography section was in a dark corner and it had curtain from the 1970s over the doorway. Paul wasn’t here for any of that. As he scanned the comics section he saw the same old stuff. There was the usual parade of inappropriately costumed female heroes. There were books that had the urban gun toting hardass; the trench coat seemed optional for the archetype these days but the cover lettering was consistently gritty. He glared at the million X-Men issues and the countless Wolverine rags while yawning internally.

“Yeah Wolverine’s cool and all but Marvel has halfway played him out. Too much attention I figure. He has too many books and why did they have him join the Avengers?!”

The voice Paul heard behind him was low and familiar. Paul turned around and faced a lanky young man with dreadlocks in his face. He was the kind of guy that never rubbed the wrong way because it wasn’t around long enough to properly annoy. He was the kind of guy one heard so little from it was assumed the friendship/relationship/partnership/coven was polite, shallow and over. It was Reginald Eric Brown, II and for him it was never over.

“You should say hi or something first I didn’t know you were behind me.” Paul was annoyed with the idea that anyone could sneak up on him like that. He turned back around and continued looking at covers of lesser-known, generally more interesting alternative comic books.

“Hello Paul! It is I your pal Reginald.” Reg chuckled as he reached out a brown hand to pick up an issue about maladjusted young adults with little guidance concerning powers they can’t control. He was a genuine chocolate face; wearing khaki pants and an ugly stripped sweater.

02-15-2012, 08:15 PM	#7
FistsofFury Join Date: Jan 2012 Location: Detroit, Michigan USA Posts: 102	[The Secret Side PART 2] He frowned as he looked inside because there were candy wrappers and compact discs everywhere. He smiled a second later as he thought of friends of his that left food and other gross shit in their cars. Contentment through comparison! The old ‘I’m not as bad as ____’ that satisfied so many losers for the entire history of mankind. “I gotta clean this up before she gets in.” Paul muttered to no one as the sun half assed his job. ((((((((( ::3:03 PM:: “It’s like I’m full of life you know and I want someone to have the same vibe as me I guess. Yeah that’s it. I have a full throttle vibe-” “But you usually go in half cocked.” Paul felt a tinge of rudeness on his part; it felt similar to the cool breeze blowing through them on this cloudy day. The two of them sat on metal bleachers watching the clouds darken and swirl. Paul and Lucy. She almost ignored what Paul said. Lucy had a ton of curly red hair that she usually straightened before going out. At will it could have been a veil or a halo. Her eyes were a pale green and she always looked like she had a delightful secret just behind her smirk. She always looked like she would not tell you no matter how much you asked, smiling all the way through. “No I don’t! I can read people. Like I was saying though…you have a different vibe.” Lucy reached out and put her slack hand on Paul’s knee. Paul felt like she only did this when she had something she thought the listener would find unpleasant. “I like it don’t get me wrong. I feel like you calm me down. I just want something else too. I need passion!” As Lucy’s hand slid away peacefully Paul remembered he had never seen her perform these moves on anyone else. He felt special; in an ‘I’m honored you picked me to be your sucker’ sort of way. Like she were treating him as if he were fragile. He carefully held in his grimace as a kid got hit in the shoulder by a softball across the field. “You cant see my passion?” Paul was inclined to say more but he decided not to make a deal out of it. “I don’t doubt your passion for all that stuff you do. But listen to me-” Lucy paused to stroke the side of Paul’s fade. She felt the stubble of an irregular shaver and she felt the warmth of a person that cared for her beneath it. Paul’s heart fluttered and his thoughts stuttered but his quietly expectant eyes never left Lucy’s calm ones. Her face looked as if she were going the extra mile of tenderness. As if she were choosing the words that only pricked a personality instead of stabbing it. Paul could appreciate but he took slight offense. He was not a child, a madman or a dull headed coward. As Lucy pulled her hand away and looked at the sky Paul wanted to tell her that she could never hurt him with the truth. He decided to save the proclamation for another time. “We are very different. I enjoy it but if we rush this between us the whole thing will fall apart very quickly. I’m not saying I don’t like you. I’m saying those feelings don’t develop as quickly for me as they do for you. Give it time you bum!” Laughter exploded from Paul. Genuine head tilting squinty eyed laughter. It did not last long but Lucy laughed at Paul laughing. A kid playing softball turned to look at them and missed catching the ball that would have outed the player whizzing past the base he was supposed to protect. His teammate scowled at him but the kid wasn’t looking in that direction. “I understand!” Paul exclaimed with a giant grin. As he nodded with the nodding Lucy he thought about how she really was too beautiful. “I’m thirsty. Let’s get out of here.” She stood up and fixed her plaid skirt. “We should get something to eat.” Paul stood up and stretched his arms. An involuntary yawn made a rhythm with the metal thumps. “I’m not trying to spend money.” She shot him a phony fierce glare and stepped off the stairs unto the grass. Her arms swayed with her hips, of course Paul noticed. “Who said anything about spending money? I’m going to whip us up some rice and broccoli.” Paul sprang off the bleachers to catch up. “No chicken with it? Seems like chicken would be the perfect addition.” She turned and looked back at him while she walked. Paul couldn’t completely read the look she was giving him but the smile was enough. “You don’t like meat!” “But you do!” She laughed again. Paul’s heart fluttered again. “Doesn’t mean I want to eat it all the time.” ((((((((( ::4:45 pm:: The “Well I guess Id better be going now” from Lucy triggered the throat clearing and the dishes being placed in the sink from Paul. As he washed his hands Lucy picked out her jacket from the closet and put it on without removing the hanger. The hug on the porch was polite but hurried; well meaning but restrained. There were no neighbors milling about on the street or the street across. The clouds seemed thinner than before. “I had fun today. With you.” Paul didn’t mean for it to sound funny but he smiled when Lucy chuckled. The chuckle was faked. “I had fun too.” Lucy’s phone beeped once somewhere in her giant purse as she spoke. As she reached into her multi-colored bag Paul cut things short. “Have a good day! Ill call next week. Or in a few days.” Lucy mumbled something in agreement as she strode down the steps and walked toward her car, hips still swerving and eyes still in her purse. Paul turned and opened the door, his mind beginning to focus on the mindless chores ahead of him. He was wondering whether to clean the bathroom upstairs first or sweep the kitchen when Lucy stopped suddenly and turned. “Bye!” She shouted, smiling big and blowing a kiss. The hand that blew the kiss transformed into a hand that waved goodbye. The other hand held a phone that was rising to her ear. Paul turned and waved from inside the house. As he closed his front door he heard the door open to Lucy’s seasoned sedan. “Yeah?” Lucy tossed her purse somewhere in the empty passenger region as she sat. She looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror. Then she checked on her teeth (no food in between) and her hair (still in place). While she did this a voice booped in her ear in fast flat tones. “I’m just leaving Pauls house. Yeah that weird guy.” The car started without any trouble. Lucy swept a bit of hair behind her ear as her friend complained about something. “Hey don’t be a bitch. He’s a loser but he’s not an asshole. It’s obvious how lonely he is and I like to keep him company. He’s a nice guy ok you haven’t met him.” Lucy’s friend has not met Paul but she remembered all the things Lucy said about him. A plush cat smiled eternally in the back window against thick grey clouds. “Oh, will Raul be there? Really that’s what he said?” Lucy smiled big as she put her car into reverse. Inside the house Paul heard Lucy drive away and sneezed while washing dishes. Now that she was gone Paul anticipated his upcoming nerd spree with a silent glee. Hey that rhymes. ((((((((( ::5:21 PM:: Paul’s eyes scanned the shelves of new releases. Here in the comic book store, the walls covered in posters and individually preserved issues displayed in skyscrapers for filing cabinets. The ceiling was high and the windows were big but cardboard hero cutouts blocked a significant amount of the available sunlight. Besides comic books there were action figures both frozen in worn boxes and devalued. There were ancient video games and trading cards. The pornography section was in a dark corner and it had curtain from the 1970s over the doorway. Paul wasn’t here for any of that. As he scanned the comics section he saw the same old stuff. There was the usual parade of inappropriately costumed female heroes. There were books that had the urban gun toting hardass; the trench coat seemed optional for the archetype these days but the cover lettering was consistently gritty. He glared at the million X-Men issues and the countless Wolverine rags while yawning internally. “Yeah Wolverine’s cool and all but Marvel has halfway played him out. Too much attention I figure. He has too many books and why did they have him join the Avengers?!” The voice Paul heard behind him was low and familiar. Paul turned around and faced a lanky young man with dreadlocks in his face. He was the kind of guy that never rubbed the wrong way because it wasn’t around long enough to properly annoy. He was the kind of guy one heard so little from it was assumed the friendship/relationship/partnership/coven was polite, shallow and over. It was Reginald Eric Brown, II and for him it was never over. “You should say hi or something first I didn’t know you were behind me.” Paul was annoyed with the idea that anyone could sneak up on him like that. He turned back around and continued looking at covers of lesser-known, generally more interesting alternative comic books. “Hello Paul! It is I your pal Reginald.” Reg chuckled as he reached out a brown hand to pick up an issue about maladjusted young adults with little guidance concerning powers they can’t control. He was a genuine chocolate face; wearing khaki pants and an ugly stripped sweater.