Is This The End?
Lost My Way...
“Chuck, you thought about this by yourself?” She asked as I took place on my side of the table. Seb walked into the house, saying something under his breath and grunting some more. I nodded and tried not to giggle at Seb.
“Well… kind of…” I blushed as I searched for the words. Calm, Chuck. Is just like any other night…
“This is lovely.” She smiled.
*David’s P.O.V.*
Great… fucking threats… now is me and my bass, alone. Seb’s being the slave down there, Jeff’s the ‘cook’ and Pierre’s putting everything in order. I refuse to be part of that, I’m not that kind of masochist.
Isn’t life lovely? Blah, bullshit. Maybe I should just take a look… No. Stop it, you’re not going anywhere, just stay here and practice your bass skills, yeah, that’s what you should do.
“Who am I kidding!?” I ran to the window that led to the view of the backyard. “I’ve never been good at putting into practice anything.”
I’m a better spectator. I thought as I looked out the window, down there, there they were. A table for two; Seb brought the elegant food, making a fool of himself at the same time, he’s quite talented on that, huh? Stupid David. Had to come and look out the window.
Oh, look, there’s Pierre, hidden behind that bush. What an idiot. Where is Aunt Linda? Shouldn’t she be here by now? She has to get here soon.
Nice… they finished their food, it is over now… C’mon just get into the fucking house and stop the chatting! Just get in the house! Wait… Wait, wait, and wait! What’re they doing!?
“Hold it up there!” I screamed, but it wasn’t enough for them to hear. They did it, they are doing it… They’re kissing right before my eyes! Isn’t that just… Horrible! Disgusting! It fucking hurts too…
“That’s enough!” Hey! The kiss has been too long already! Stop it! I’m going to fucking jump off the window if they don’t stop.
I’m such an idiot, a masochistic idiot. Why am I watching this? I don’t know who I hate the most. Chuck for having her. Her for loving him back. Or me, for being a chicken and never telling her my feelings, for hurting her feelings, for spying on her. I think I hate me the most…
Jeff’s P.O.V.
“Sweet! That was nice.”
“Hell! Of course it was! Dude, we should make him pay us something for his amazing night.”
“Hell yeah!” I chuckled.
“That’s enough!” I heard from far, I think it was David. Oh, no…
“Pierre, did you hear that?”
“Uh… what? No.” He looked back at the pair. I looked up to the window. As I imagined David stared out the window his hand on the crystal. Crap… I hate feeling sorry for David…
“Pierre…” I elbowed him.
“What?” He whispered annoyed. I pointed at David, I always feel so bad when I see his sad face… Dammit… “Woah… the guy looks totally broken… Why do you think he’s sad?” God, he’s got to be kidding me… Is he blind!?
“Oh, dude…” I sighed.
“What?” He turned his attention to me. Holy crap, he’s serious…
“Nothing.” What a waist of a brain…
“What happened?”
“Forget it.” This pathetic…
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Nothing! Shut it” I shushed him and looked back at the pair… They held each others hands and talked… isn’t this romantic? This really makes me look forward to having a girlfriend soon… But the fact of David still annoys me… blah… I guess time will tell…
*3 weeks later*
*Chuck’s P.O.V.*
“What!?” David’s scream was heard from the kitchen into the entire house. He sounded surprised moreover annoyed. I walked into the kitchen with curiosity. I entered, Jeff sat there openmouthed; David seemed full of fury, but fear exposed all across his features at the same time. What could be going on now?
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked walking towards David.
“No! You can’t do this!” David ignored me; Jeff looked up at me, regretfully. “Please! Please, Aunt Linda…” David begged. “Please, don’t do this to me!” Could it be…? The most awful thoughts came to my mind. Oh, God, don’t let it be that.
“Honey, I’m sorry…” Linda watched, powerless, as David broke down in front of her. David fell to his knees and cried some more. “I’m so sorry, David… I just… can’t do anything…”
“What’s going on?” I asked again; this time fear was recognizable in my voice, I felt my legs starting to tremble.
“You can’t…” David whispered. “You don’t have any idea… of what…” He sobbed and tried to breath. “it is like, to live in a place like that…” I think it is that… the moment I… We fear the most… holy shit… I don’t want to be on my own again! Please, not again… “Why? …This was the first time I ever felt content… that I got home, and it actually felt like home.” Stop it, please… make this stop. “This is the only place that made me feel almost whole…” He cried. “I don’t want to go!” That made defined it all… it is that.
“Hey, what’s all this?” Pierre entered the room. That instant moment, David stormed out of the kitchen. We heard his footsteps up the stairs, followed by the door shutting closed.
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Have a nice day!
“Well… kind of…” I blushed as I searched for the words. Calm, Chuck. Is just like any other night…
“This is lovely.” She smiled.
*David’s P.O.V.*
Great… fucking threats… now is me and my bass, alone. Seb’s being the slave down there, Jeff’s the ‘cook’ and Pierre’s putting everything in order. I refuse to be part of that, I’m not that kind of masochist.
Isn’t life lovely? Blah, bullshit. Maybe I should just take a look… No. Stop it, you’re not going anywhere, just stay here and practice your bass skills, yeah, that’s what you should do.
“Who am I kidding!?” I ran to the window that led to the view of the backyard. “I’ve never been good at putting into practice anything.”
I’m a better spectator. I thought as I looked out the window, down there, there they were. A table for two; Seb brought the elegant food, making a fool of himself at the same time, he’s quite talented on that, huh? Stupid David. Had to come and look out the window.
Oh, look, there’s Pierre, hidden behind that bush. What an idiot. Where is Aunt Linda? Shouldn’t she be here by now? She has to get here soon.
Nice… they finished their food, it is over now… C’mon just get into the fucking house and stop the chatting! Just get in the house! Wait… Wait, wait, and wait! What’re they doing!?
“Hold it up there!” I screamed, but it wasn’t enough for them to hear. They did it, they are doing it… They’re kissing right before my eyes! Isn’t that just… Horrible! Disgusting! It fucking hurts too…
“That’s enough!” Hey! The kiss has been too long already! Stop it! I’m going to fucking jump off the window if they don’t stop.
I’m such an idiot, a masochistic idiot. Why am I watching this? I don’t know who I hate the most. Chuck for having her. Her for loving him back. Or me, for being a chicken and never telling her my feelings, for hurting her feelings, for spying on her. I think I hate me the most…
Jeff’s P.O.V.
“Sweet! That was nice.”
“Hell! Of course it was! Dude, we should make him pay us something for his amazing night.”
“Hell yeah!” I chuckled.
“That’s enough!” I heard from far, I think it was David. Oh, no…
“Pierre, did you hear that?”
“Uh… what? No.” He looked back at the pair. I looked up to the window. As I imagined David stared out the window his hand on the crystal. Crap… I hate feeling sorry for David…
“Pierre…” I elbowed him.
“What?” He whispered annoyed. I pointed at David, I always feel so bad when I see his sad face… Dammit… “Woah… the guy looks totally broken… Why do you think he’s sad?” God, he’s got to be kidding me… Is he blind!?
“Oh, dude…” I sighed.
“What?” He turned his attention to me. Holy crap, he’s serious…
“Nothing.” What a waist of a brain…
“What happened?”
“Forget it.” This pathetic…
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Nothing! Shut it” I shushed him and looked back at the pair… They held each others hands and talked… isn’t this romantic? This really makes me look forward to having a girlfriend soon… But the fact of David still annoys me… blah… I guess time will tell…
*3 weeks later*
*Chuck’s P.O.V.*
“What!?” David’s scream was heard from the kitchen into the entire house. He sounded surprised moreover annoyed. I walked into the kitchen with curiosity. I entered, Jeff sat there openmouthed; David seemed full of fury, but fear exposed all across his features at the same time. What could be going on now?
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked walking towards David.
“No! You can’t do this!” David ignored me; Jeff looked up at me, regretfully. “Please! Please, Aunt Linda…” David begged. “Please, don’t do this to me!” Could it be…? The most awful thoughts came to my mind. Oh, God, don’t let it be that.
“Honey, I’m sorry…” Linda watched, powerless, as David broke down in front of her. David fell to his knees and cried some more. “I’m so sorry, David… I just… can’t do anything…”
“What’s going on?” I asked again; this time fear was recognizable in my voice, I felt my legs starting to tremble.
“You can’t…” David whispered. “You don’t have any idea… of what…” He sobbed and tried to breath. “it is like, to live in a place like that…” I think it is that… the moment I… We fear the most… holy shit… I don’t want to be on my own again! Please, not again… “Why? …This was the first time I ever felt content… that I got home, and it actually felt like home.” Stop it, please… make this stop. “This is the only place that made me feel almost whole…” He cried. “I don’t want to go!” That made defined it all… it is that.
“Hey, what’s all this?” Pierre entered the room. That instant moment, David stormed out of the kitchen. We heard his footsteps up the stairs, followed by the door shutting closed.
O=
This is awful!
Thanks for reading! :P
Have a nice day!