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Kristian looked toward Simone after she pulled on his arm, a drop of water from his eyes falling to land on the back of her hand. Why would Simone comfort him?
“Kristian, please listen to me a moment. You were right about me, okay. I am a bad person. I am…the things you said. You were right the whole time. God, I don’t want you losing what you had with Kali cause of a fight with me. I’m not worth that. Please, don’t give up on what you have with her. I beg you. You will regret it if you walk away from her now.”
Why would she plead with him? He didn’t look at her, but simply let his thought ponder on her words for the slightest of moments. “Regrets, are something I never thought I would have. I mean… I’m sexy as hell, even when I look this cheap. I have all the money I need in this world. I have…” He cringed slightly. “Had… the perfect girl.”
With this he let out a sigh and headed to a nearby window out one of the balconies that surrounded the apartments. The wind drying away his tears, the night sky a veil of dark smoke that shadowed the stars and moon. “I do not give up Simone, yet I cannot face Kali right now, for my heart is broken enough. I guess I never really thought about it when I was around her, but my whole life since before I can remember, has been broken… I’ve just never shared the pain with anyone.”
Simone let out something of a laugh though nervous as she threw her head back slightly at what Kristian said. How he had the looks, the money, the power…he had Kali and he had it all. Simone was only just starting to realize what was important and it sure as hell was not material things. It was the things you couldn’t buy. Friendship, love….a life companion. Those things are irreplaceable and can’t be bought.
“You still have her….just haven’t got the balls to go up and take her back.” Simone wasn’t one to sugar coat things, but at the moment, Kristian needed to lose the whole self pity gig, cause it wasn’t working and sure as hell not on Simone. The blonde followed him over to the large window, where the two stood side by sides, staring out at the night sky as the moon’s itself seemed sick and sad. A paleness that you couldn’t mistake.
Watching Kristian out of the corner of her eye, she was witnessing a man that was broken and without direction. The whole dominating factor while it worked for a time, seemed to be ineffective when Kali decided to fight back, and disrespect him.
“So you shielded the pain by treating Kali as something you owned, rather than a free spirit to love you for you. There is less emotional investment. And you are only figuring it out now.”
Simone picked up a pigeon feather that was resting on the window sill, and held it between her thumb and the tip of her finger.
“We are like a simple white feather in this life…” She let it go and watched it float away on the night’s air current, rolling and twisting as it disappeared from view. “I don’t know if we each have a destiny or if we are all floating around accidentally. I think maybe it’s both. Or both are happening the same time..”
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A reverberating chuckle came from him, and an almost smiled crossed his features. “I have a different view, dear Simone. Perhaps power may have gone to my head, but the feather you just held, has fallen from where it once stood, in all its might and glory, supported gracefully against the wings of its roots. We have fallen, we are falling. Slowly as it may be that we think we are floating, nothing but the wind now keeping us up, moving us along with the change of time.” He was getting dragged away into an emotional conversation, which was not like him at all. God damn it Kali. He thought to himself as he continued.
“We are all nothing compared to the ubiquity of this world, yet we are all something on this world, no matter how inconsequential we may be.”
Just then a sudden burst of wind came along, and for the faintest of moments, he could smell the incense of jasmine that lingered whenever Kali was around. “It’s getting cold… I should go”
As Kristian turned around he had just remembered the mess of his apartment, and cursed under his breath. Grabbing out his cellphone, he texted someone to clean up the mess in the penthouse ASAP. Of course they wouldn’t receive the text till morning. He rolled his eyes as he looked at the time. As awkward as it was for him to do this. “You’re forgetting Erica, do not even go there…” A sub conscious? UGHHH great.
Hopefully Simone didn’t assume things about his apartment. If he was lucky he could sneak out of the apartments now while she was on the balcony, and purchase a room in a hotel somewhere close by. “Goodnight Simone. I hope things work out for yourself.”
And so the walls went back up and what little conversation they had, though deep and meaningful did nothing to change the way that Kristian was feeling. He asked if Simone was heartless, and she really couldn’t quite answer that even if she tried. A stunted silence as she let Kristian talk his way around how he viewed life to be, or his at least. Hers was still a journey that had many bumps, dips and forked roads. Simone tipped her head to the right side and then toyed with the loose curls that fell as she didn’t quite know where to look or what to say now. It had become awkward, for he didn’t want her help or her philosophy.
Pursing her lips as he turned away to text someone, Simone started to back up and head back to her apartment, only looking back when Kristian bid her a good night. He hoped things worked out for her, but she knew that was a big call. Already responsible for more heartache for Brock and Pandora, and now most likely Kali will be on her case when Pandora tells her everything, she was starting to feel like she was soon going to be going out on her own.
“Yeah, you too.”
Going back into her apartment, she could hear Erica and Orson making love….the thud thud thud of the headboard was a dead giveaway. She stuck her fingers in her ears, and marched into her bedroom, where she turned on her television, and bounded onto her bed.
~click~
It was a soap opera…an Italian one. Great. A couple shouting at each other in Italian. Simone grabbed a pillow and tried to smother her own head.
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~There are worse things I could do~
There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.
I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.
I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.
I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worse thing I could do.
There was no return text from Pandora, and Simone had now come to realize that her friendship with the sultry and fiery Panda was over. Having gotten up early and been watching Grease as she prepared herself for the day, she came to see similarities between herself and Rizzo, even picking up the hair brush and belting out “There are worse things I could do.”
Simone continued to get ready and finally opened her door to see Erica about to knock. She was shocked to see Simone looking like her old self again. Maybe this was a new start for her.
“I was checking to see if you were up….or trying to strangle a cat.” Clearly, Simone was not a very good singer. Simone shrugged and mocked a laugh. “Oh ha ha.” Grabbing the remote and turning off her television. There was no need for her to go to the theatre company due to the production being cancelled for the next few weeks, but Erica did have the fashion show this week, and Simone had already pushed her friend into letting her do the runway. Erica had only just got up herself, and was preparing breakfast.
“You hungry?”
“Is the Pope a Catholic? Course.” Simone showed her usual snide smile as she paraded out in something that screamed Trash. Erica looked her up and down and said. “What…are you wearing?” Simone looked down at her hot pants and tight bustier top in gold and shrugged. “Clothes?”
Erica screwed up her nose and pointed to the bedroom.
“Don’t come out until you are wearing something that is not from the kids section of Kmart.”
Simone frowned and trudged back into her room, going through her wardrobe, then coming out in something more conservative, and more adult.
“Better?” Simone did a little twirl before checking her phone again. Yup, still no messages. She rolled her eyes then headed to the kitchen as Erica was pouring coffee. Noting Simone’s behavior, Erica had to ask.
“No word from your famous gal pals…The Supreme’s?”
Simone shook her head as she straddled a bar stool.
“No…that ship has long since sailed. I’m the girl their boyfriends would come to for advice and to put their heads on my shoulder…or in Brock’s case, his dick in my vagina.”
Erica let out a burst of laughter. It was good to see that Simone’s sense of vulgarity was coming back. “You do have me, you know. I may not be as glamorous as Kali, or as fiery as Panda…but I got it where it counts.” Erica had a point, as she handed Simone her coffee, which Sim took with eager hands.
“You’re right. And at least you share your boy toys with me on occasion.”
Erica laughed as she remembered a threesome from a couple of months ago. “Geoff…my God, I swear his cock could swing both ways.” Simone snickered at the memory. “It did.”
Both girls erupted into fits of laughter and clinked their coffee cups together.
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