| What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted; Harmony/A+ 6/5/2007 | |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 07:14 PM Post #1 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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As I sit at the bar, my head being propped up by my hand, and I nurse what I think is now my 7th double vodka, I can’t help but think one thing: Why? Why did he do it? Why would he hurt me like that? How could this man I thought I knew turn out to be so cruel? What possible motive could he have had for betraying my love and trust? Was it something I did wrong? Did I not love and support him enough, and he felt the need to look for someone better? Or is it possible that everyone who warned me about him was right, that he is nothing more than an egotistical prick who thinks of no one but himself, and that I was just to be another conquest? I glance across to the bartender, who seems to have been cleaning the same glass while stood in the same place for what seems like forever, and as I lock eyes with him, he suddenly gets sheepish and moves away to the other end of the bar. Did he feel sorry for me? Did he pity me? Or was I just part of a side show for him and the other people in the bar to stare at and talk about? Nice to see my love life had become a point of public consideration. I’d come to this pleasant enough little bar instead of the hotel bar with the intention of drinking myself into a stupor while trying to avoid the staring eyes and enquiring questions of fans and my work colleagues. I’m not exactly in the right frame of mind to be a walking side show at the minute considering my personal life was revealed as a sham just 24 hours ago to the world. But then how could I be? I was completely embarrassed on national TV by Adam revealing his infidelity with Skye, not to mention he could be the father of her child. I don’t know what hurts more: the fact he betrayed me, or the fact he very well could be helping spawn her offspring. I suppose that’s what makes it hurt so much more: that he did it with Skye. He could have gone out and slept with some random BQWA groupie that we’d never seen again, and I suppose I’d cope with it better, because she’d not be there every waking second of our lives to flaunt it in my face, to keep the memory of it alive in my mind, but he didn’t. He chose the one person in my life that’s caused me to feel the emotion of hate; something I never thought I’d be capable of. The man I promised my heart and soul to chose to go and fuck the brains out of the woman who caused me so much damn misery a year ago. Maybe that’s the crassest way of putting it, but let’s face it; I’ve had Adam in the sack multiple times, and I know from experience he tends to like it rough. It’s not jus the betrayal that hurts though; it’s the way I found out about it too. In typical Adam fashion, he couldn’t just fucking well admit to it after the guilt ate away at him so much that he couldn’t take it anymore, oh no. The attention whore inside him has to go and fucking reveals it on live television, informing not only myself, but the world about it too. The viewing public, my family, my friends at home, Kate, Laura; that blonde little bimbo will be celebrating my misery. But she can celebrate all she likes, I’m still something she’s not; the #1 contender for the women’s championship. Everyone will want to make sure I’m ok, to make sure I haven’t done anything stupid, but they can talk to the answer phone. I’ve turned my mobile off; I can’t face talking to people right now. And with the replay of the moment my world came crashing down swimming about my brain, I bring the glass to my mouth and drain it in one gulp, shuddering as the sharp liquor makes its way down my throat and into my stomach, burning my throat as it trickles down my oesophagus. The shock takes my breath away slightly, and I cough in response, gaining the bartender’s attention from the other end of the bar. He replaces the glass he was cleaning back on the shelf and makes his way over, nodding as I hold the glass up in the internationally recognised sign for “another please”. While I watch him take the vodka bottle in his hand and pour more of the transparent liquor into the glass, I think about exactly how much Adam almost cost me in the first place. I destroyed 1 friendship, almost destroyed another 2, managed to almost have my family, which I consider the most important thing to me in the world, disown me and basically shit all over any relationship I had with the fans, and it was all because I thought I loved him. I became someone I’m not for him. Maybe that’s the problem, maybe I couldn’t be what he wanted. I take the glass off the bartender and look down into it, spotting my reflection in the vodka. Fucking hell I look a mess, but then it’s not much of a surprise really. I should go into the bathroom and make myself look respectable before I leave, but then why bother? It’s not like I’m going back to a hotel room and into the arms of a loving man that I need to make the effort for, is it? Is this my 7th or my 8th double vodka now? Hell, I don’t know, and I really don’t care. Mum always told me that I shouldn’t use alcohol as a solution to my problems, but it sure fucking beats sitting in my hotel room where there are so many reminders of it all, not to mention any possibility of being called upon by people who I really am in no state to make any sort of small talk with, nor able to deal with the whole pity thing. I’ve never wanted to be pitied in my life, and I don’t intend to start now. My head is starting to feel a little bit fuzzy, but whatever. I guess this is what drunk feels like, but I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never been there before. Ugh, I hate her and I hate him. Granted, I hated her before all of this, but now I hate her so much more, and I bet she loves it too. I saw that bitch getting driven back to the hotel yesterday after it had happened, and she was crying, but I’d put money on it all being crocodile tears. She’ll have gone back to the hotel and laughed about it, laughed about how she’s finally managed to get the killer blow in on me. She spent 6 months fucking with me mentally and physically, but not once did she try and go so low as to work my emotions, and she finally worked up the balls to do it. Well congratulations Skye, you played a blinder! I lift my glass up in toast to her accomplishment and drain it once more, screwing my face up as the liquor slides down my throat, burning and scorching my sense of taste as it does an immediate reaction to its bitter taste. I don’t even have to make a noise to get another drink, as the bartender is there as I put the glass back down on the bar, unscrewing the lid to refill my glass. He gives me a sympathetic smile as the liquid splashes against the sides of the solid container and I wonder if he actually knows what happened, or if my body language is just screaming “rough time right now, don’t ask”. At least he cares, unlike that blonde son of a bitch. I hate him. No, hate isn’t strong enough. I despise him. Odd how its come full circle, no? When I first met him, I hated him, and now, 10 months later, I hate him again. For what he’s done to me, I hate him now more than I ever did before. I hate his cocky swagger …… his full of himself attitude …… that arrogant smirk …… the long, flowing blonde hair …… the toned and strong torso …… those bright blue eyes anyone could get lost in …… Fucking hell, if I hate him so much, then why the hell can’t I stop think about him?! Have I finally managed to allow myself to get so pulled in? But then I suppose this is all my fault. I knew what he was like, and everyone warned me what he was like, but I still got involved. I’d been warned he was an arrogant, smug and egotistical manipulator, and I ignored the advice given to me by those who knew better, and I stupidly carried on regardless. I pretended not to see the truth. I knew about his track record with women too. He’s a whore; He’s slept with what equates to half the female locker room and it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s disease ridden. Which means I should go get myself checked out tomorrow, just in case. Of course I took precautions, but then you never do know, do you? God, how embarrassing, but then I only have myself to blame. I was the one stupid enough to get involved with a serial sex addict who thinks of no one but himself, even after multiple people told me not to because it’d ruin me. Well Adam McClellan, consider me ruined. Maybe this is fate’s way of finally punishing me for all the bad things I did, something that once again, can be sourced back to him. Consider it my comeuppance; I was an evil bitch that raped people of their dignity and their happiness and now the same thing is happening to me. Once more, I lift my glass to my lips and bleed it dry in one gulp again, repeating the action I had taken to earlier on this evening as a way to numb the pain. Not the best way I know, but right now I couldn’t give a shit. I just want it all to go away; the pain, the hurt, the enquiring looks from perfect strangers pitying me for what I’ve gone through. I just want it all to go away. The bartender comes once more to replenish my glass with my chosen poison for the evening, but this time his eye line leads to next to me, and I turn my head to find out who he’s looking at … Oh great, just because I want to avoid everyone, he has to turn up here … |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 07:16 PM Post #2 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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I have no idea what good I think walking the streets is going to do me at this moment. Maybe I’ve seen this same clichéd scene take place in one too many movies. You know how it goes. The two protagonists have a fight, she storms out, he follows her. She gets lost in the crowd, and he’s left to wander the streets in some horrible, pathetic montage scene. Some generic, middle-of-the-road love song plays in the background, as he passes happy couples in the park. He looks to the heavens, wondering what went wrong, and closing his eyes occasionally, at which point we see some terrible soft-haze flashbacks to happier times. Then he’ll have some kind of epiphany. All of a sudden, he’ll remember why he loves her, he’ll smile and then call her from his cellphone. They’ll make up, and live happily ever after. Only, none of this stuff is happening to me. I’m too angry. I just assumed that Lana was a decent person. She certainly led me to believe that. And yet, just 24 hours after what Skye and Adam just announced to the world, there she was…actually defending what that whore had done to Brent. Now, I won’t lie…I’ve done some bad things in my life. I’ve hurt people for my own gains. I’ve piledriven women through tables. I’ve attacked former friends with tire irons. I’ve thrown enemy’s lackies through seventh-storey windows before. But, when it comes to matters of the heart, I’ve always played it the same way. Honest…straight down the middle…always worn my heart on my sleeve. So, for that bitch to not only cheat on my best friend, but to then reveal she might be carrying his child? Atkie had to physically stop me from going down to that ring and super-kicking her lying teeth right down her throat. And yet, as much as I felt it for Brent, I’d be lying if I didn’t give a small thought to the fact that I was glad that I wasn’t having those problems. I was safe in the knowledge that me and Lana were as strong as we’d ever been. That all changed pretty quickly. A few hours after the event, I called Lana. She was back at home in Michigan, feeling pretty poorly. I had felt bad leaving her, but she had insisted that I go. I had no idea that it was simply so I wasn’t there to face her, when all this shit went done. I had no idea that she had known about this all along. I had no idea that she had actually been encouraging that filthy tramp to announce it on national television. I had no idea that she actually believed that there’s no such thing as bad publicity. And, as she told me all of this, I could feel something very strange. I could feel tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. Oh my God…was I about to cry? I had finally opened my heart to another woman. The first time I had done that since Jennifer, God rest her soul. And this…this…God, I don’t even know what to call her now…had made me believe that she was a good person. And then she had ripped that belief right back from me with two words…delivered as coldly as I had ever heard two words uttered. “Shit happens…” Shit happens? SHIT HAPPENS??? Who the fuck was this woman? This certainly wasn’t the same Lana Kinnear I had met six months ago. So, I lost it. I said a lot of things. Unlike most angry rants though, I meant every word. There would be no montage, if this was a movie. In no uncertain terms, that bitch was dead, if she ever came near me again. I mean…shit happens? Who the fuck really thinks like that? This wasn’t over some title. These were people’s lives that were being affected here. Brent is a wreck right now. He can’t make up his mind whether to cry or send that bitch to hell. And what about Harmony? God, poor, poor Harmony. I was never going to forget the things she’d done in the past, but I know she was genuinely trying to redeem herself. It takes a far bigger person than me to do the things she did and then feel genuinely sorry for them. Not only that, but to apologise to the people she hurt? That takes a set of balls bigger than 90% of our locker room. How could I not feel sorry for her? Without even realising, I’ve walked over a mile and half already. And I don’t know if it’s fate or just coincidence, but I’m now standing outside a bar called The Second Chance Inn. Aw, what the fuck. I might not exactly be drowning sorrows, but I had a bellyful of anger that could use being doused in beer, and this place seemed to be as good as any. Am I imagining things, or did I just hear La Marseillaise? Wow, my head must be screwed...it's the only time I ever hear hummed national anthems. Anyway... Oh…didn’t expect to see her here…suppose I should go and at least try to say something to her. But what? Do I show sympathy? Nah, sympathy is probably the last thing she needs. Empathy? Not a chance. Yeah, some bitch fucked me over too, but that’s a spit in the ocean compared to what she’s had to go through. Just act normally? That could work. Ok, do not mention her tits…do not mention her tits…do not mention her tits… “Hey…mind if I take a seat?” Phew…didn’t mention them…step one complete. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 07:16 PM Post #3 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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Harmony: Why not, free country. With a nonchalant wave of her hand, Harmony sighs as the scraping of stool feet across slate floor rings out with Plus pulling the stool out from under the bar before sitting himself down on in, while the bartender finishes pouring more vodka into Harmony’s glass on the bar in front of her. He watches on, trying not to make it look like he’s staring, as Harmony keeps her glance firmly planted at the bottom of her glass while she swills the liquor around the inside of the tumbler, and then lifts it to her lips and knocks back the contents in one gulp, screwing her face up as the bitterness hits her sense of taste. Harmony: You’ve come to gloat I suppose … Plus: Umm … Harmony: Come to tell me I deserve it? That I’m getting my comeuppance for everything bad that I did? Well thank you captain fucking obvious. No doubt everyone will be saying that karma has come back to bite me, laughing at me behind my back. Frankly, I couldn’t give a shit right now, so why don’t you just say what you’ve come to say and then take your fucking Eminem wannabe arse back to Glasgow, and leave me the fuck alone to drink myself into a stupor? The brunette lifts her eye line from the bar to Plus, her eyes completely full of venom and expecting some sort of backlash, but instead she finds a somewhat taken aback expression, and she suddenly realises how rude she’s just been, gasping on realisation and automatically lifting her hand to her mouth in surprise. The anger in her eyes melts away to a feeling of shame as the bartender, this time without a signal from Harmony, opens up the vodka bottle and refills her glass once more. Harmony: Oh god, Plus, I am so sorry. That was so rude and uncalled for. Christ, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean that. Way to go Harmony, now I’m attacking people who’ve done nothing wrong. As her eyes begin to fill with tears, Harmony looks away again, ashamed of the words that had just left her lips, and she lifts her glass up again, draining it of vodka with one gulp, hoping the alcohol would make it go away. Harmony: Sorry, I’m not exactly the best of company right now. I’ve had a fair bit to drink, and after everything that’s happened, I just … And be it pure emotion or alcohol fuelled, Harmony begins to sob, placing the glass back down on the bar and lifting her hand up to run her slender fingers through her curls, gasping for air in-between sobs as Plus reaches out a hand and gently places it on her shoulder. He felt for her so much, but wasn’t quite sure what to do. Hesitantly, he begins to speak. Plus: Look, You can't be so hard on yourself, girl. Yeah, maybe there's a little karma there. I can't help thinkin' that Mavrick is in some McDonalds somewhere, laughin' his damn ass off. But you've done yo' pennance. Y'all earned everyone's forgiveness. Even Brent's... Harmony: I doubt that very much. Plus: Nah, seriously. We all know that you're a good kid, Harmony. So, start belivin' it. Harmony: Yeah, one good kid that’s full of vodka. Plus: Well, tell y'all what. If it makes y'all feel better... Plus lifts a hand up and motions to the bartender as the brunette wipes the tears away from her face, managing to control and cease her sobbing as Plus showed her some sort of caring. Plus: I’ll go drink for drink. At least that way I’m be a drunken fool wit’ y’all Harmony chuckles as the bartender makes his way over to the pair with another glass and the already half empty vodka bottle in hand, and she watches as he not only fills her glass, but the spare one too, before sliding it to Plus on the bar. Harmony: I’ve been here 2 hours already, I think I’ve got a fair head start. Plus: Yeah, but … Plus looks around the bar, checking to see no one is eaves dropping, before leaning in close to Harmony’s ear and whispering. Plus: I’m a bit of a lightweight. He pulls back to face Harmony, before giving her a wink and a grin. She can’t help but giggle again, before wrapping her slender fingers around the now refilled glass, Plus following suit, and raising an eyebrow to him. Harmony: Are you sure you want to do this? I’m known for holding my alcohol. Plus: Girl, I was born ready. With that, Plus downs his first shot in one gulp, and sure enough, it catches his throat, sending him immediately into a cough fit, with Harmony’s reaction being to laugh. Harmony: Born ready, sure. Plus eventually regains his composure, and after briefly laughing at himself, develops a more serious look to his face, as Harmony lifts her glass to her lips, still trying to stifle the laughter, and drains it dry in one go, scrunching her face up as the bitterness hits her senses, and the spirit burns her throat on the way down. Plus: Damn girl, that is some serious sorrow drownin’ right there! Harmony: I warned you I could drink. Plus: But is it really gon’ help? Harmony: Right now, I couldn’t give a shit as to whether it helps or not, but it feels damn good. Plus: That’s what I normally say during sex! Plus begins to chuckle, swilling a freshly poured shot of vodka around in his glass, as if almost hesitant to drink it before he looks across at Harmony, who hasn’t moved since he made mention of the s word, and he suddenly get sheepish. Plus: *ahem* sorry. Harmony: No, its fine, no need for you to be a wet blanket because I’m having a rough time. *sigh* I should have seen this coming really … Plus: Hey, no one really saw THAT comin’ Harm, trust me … Harmony: No, really I should have, I knew what Adam was like and I still got myself involved. Plus: That’s what I don’t get. I mean, you was a sweet girl, Harm, ARE a sweet girl in fact, so … Harmony: Why Adam? Plus looks sheepish, but nods nonetheless as Harmony takes a deep breath and looks into her freshly replenished glass, trying to prepare herself to give the answer to the question many wanted to know. Harmony: Because he cared. Well at least I thought he did. Once again, Harmony lifts her glass to her lips and bleeds it dry, her reaction the same as the other times, to screw her face up as the burning sensation trickled down her throat, before the sign of just how much she has had to drink comes to light, and she hiccups, then burps. Slightly embarrassed, she starts to blush and giggles, lifting her hand to her mouth in surprise. Harmony: Excuse me. Sorry about that. Plus: It’s all good. Harmony: It didn’t take long after saying “I do” to that useless lump of lard for it become clear that he was using me as a meal ticket, and as a trophy. We’d go out to meet his friends, and I’d pretty much be sat there to say “look, the fat guy can get a hot girl”, and Adam saw this too. He felt it was unfair, and he starting doing little things to cheer me up, then as the scheduled called for it, we ended up spending more time together as publicity appearances called for it, talking more and stuff, and things just kind of happened. Taking a minute to take a breath, Harmony reaches her hand up and runs her slender fingers through her chocolate curls, then motions to the bartender for a refill, and he obliges, unscrewing the top of the vodka bottle once more to replenish her glass. Harmony: All I’ve ever wanted, is to wrestle, for my family to be proud of me, and to have someone to love and care for me. I suppose you could call it the naivety of youth, but despite knowing all of Adam’s shortcomings, he showed me that caring that I craved. Plus: C’mon though...Plus knows women and I know that deep down, y’all wanted you a piece of a bad boy! The brunette can’t help but smile, as Plus had managed to hit the nail on the head. Harmony: Doesn’t every girl in the naivety of youth? And with a shrug of her shoulders, Harmony sighs again, glancing at Plus before glancing away just as quickly. Harmony: But look at what good its done me. And with that sentence, Plus senses a mood change is needed, more for Harmony’s sake than his own. Plus: Well, what can I say, girl? I guess guys can’t all be as perfect as yours truly. For the first time, Harmony laughs heartily as Plus gives her a wink and a cheeky grin. Plus: That’s more like it. I don’t know how a girl with a smile like that could ever be depressed… And as if on cue, Harmony looks away, feeling the burning sensation of blushing begin to tingle in her cheeks, before starting to make her way off the stool. Harmony: I need to go powder my nose, you ok watching the drinks? Still with the aim of keeping Harmony cheerful, Plus suddenly, and foolishly, stands to attention, raising his hand to the side of his head in a salute. Plus: Yes ma’am! Harmony chuckles again, and goes to get off the stool, but as her feet reach the floor, the amount she’s had to drink becomes obvious, as her legs turn to jelly and she stumbles backwards, almost hitting the floor, only to be stopped by Plus diving forward, managing to catch her underneath her arms, holding her up off the floor. Plus: Actually, never mind watchin’ the drinks. I think I’m gon’ get y’all back to the hotel. Harmony: No, no, I’m fine, I just lost my footing, that’s all. Plus helps pull her back up to her feet, and Harmony straightens her blouse and skirt out before going to walk away again, stumbling once more, but this time falling forward, causing Plus to make another dive to catch her, only just getting there to stop her from falling flat on her face. Plus: A’ight girl, Hotel time. Harmony: Maybe that’s a good idea. The brunette uses the stool as support to help get back to her feet, and Plus drapes her arm across his shoulders then reaches into his pocket and throws a fist full of euro notes onto the bar in payment, before allowing himself to take most of Harmony’s body weight with a free arm around her waist, he guides her towards the door and to the street outside, shivering slightly as the cold night air hits his skin. Plus: Damn, it’s cold out tonight! Harmony: Really? Can’t say I’m noticing. Plus: Yeah girl, you gots the whole beer coat thing goin’ on. Y’all wouldn’t feel a second Ice Age, if it hit right now. But, ummm……well…… Harmony: What? Plus coughs nervously, as his eyes slowly drift down to Harmony’s chest, as two things seem to suggest that maybe her body is feeling the cold, even if her brain isn’t. Harmony eventually notices and snaps her fingers in front of Plus’ eyes. Harmony: Hey!!! Plus: Huh? Umm … I, uh … Plus’s gaze still hasn’t moved. Harmony: The face is up here. Plus: Damn, I’m sorry, girl. I guess old habits die hard. I mean, umm…obviously, I didn’t mean hard. I meant… Feeling like he’s embarrassed himself, Plus just gives up, and diverts his gaze off towards the street, praying for a taxi to show up, as Harmony’s cheeks begin to tinge with red again and the burning sensation of blushing rears its ugly head once more, but this time, she can’t help but smile. Eventually, Plus decides to do the gentlemanly thing, and removes his black Eagle Westbrook jersey, leaving himself in nothing but a plain black vest. Plus: Here… He slips it over Harmony’s head and helps her to guide her arms through the sleeve holes. Harmony: Thanks… Plus: No problem, girl. The two smile at each other, then wait for another three to four minutes, before a taxi eventually comes by. Plus hails for it, then opens the door for Harmony, gingerly guiding her into the back until she stumbles again and lands in a heap on the seat, pushing herself back up with her arms as Plus slides himself into the car beside her. He leans forward, instructing the driver to take them back to the hotel, and as he sits back in the seat, Harmony stares out of the window for a moment, looking out at a clear, crisp Parisian landscape. Tears begin to form in her eyes. Plus notices, but doesn’t exactly want to put his arm around her to console her, as it would probably be too awkward for both of them. Instead, in a soft tone, he talks to her. Plus: Hey…hey, you ok, girl? Realising her silliness, she reaches a hand to her cheeks and wipes the tears away just as quickly as they formed. Harmony: Yes…yes, I’m fine. Just being silly, that’s all. But we’ve already talked about that. So…what brought you into the bar tonight. Plus sighs. Plus: To be honest, I don’t even know how I got there. I went for a walk, jus’ tryin’ to get ma own head straight, y’know? Harmony: Why, what’s wrong? Plus hesitates for a moment; should he even bother her with it? He broke up with a girl he’d been irregularly dating for a couple of months. Hardly seemed worth the effort, especially compared to Harmony’s problems, but then again, it was his first relationship since Jennifer died. Ah, what the hell… Plus: Me and Lana…we kinda broke up today… Harmony turns her gaze from out the window to Plus, showing concern for his woes despite her own. Harmony: Oh Plus honey…I had no idea. I’m so sorry. Plus: Hey, no need to apologise, girl. Not like it was your fault. I just…I just found out that she wasn’t the person I thought she was, I guess… Harmony: Heh, sounds a little bit like me and Adam. ] Both fall silent again, as Harmony rests her head on Plus’ shoulder, allowing her browns curls to fall down his chest. Plus looks down at her for a moment, smiles slightly and then rests his own head upon hers, the pair both gazing out of the window. Plus: Romance, my ass… Harmony: Yeah…overrated… Both chuckle unconvincingly. They both knew they’d do anything for that kind of feeling again, but weren’t willing to admit to it after being burnt. Another couple of silence-filled moments, and they arrive at the hotel. Plus pays the driver, climbs out and offers his hand to Harmony. She takes it and makes her way out of the taxi in a slightly ungainly fashion, but quickly recovers her dignity, sniggering as she regains her balance. Harmony: Sorry. Plus: Quit apologisin’, y’all done nothing wrong. Harmony: I have though. I shouldn’t have tried to drink my problems away. Plus: Everyone needs that release once in a while, it’s what make y’all human. Draping her arm over his shoulders once more, Plus takes Harmony’s body weight against his own and helps her into the hotel lobby, the pair making their way towards the lift, Plus having to catch Harmony occasionally as she stumbles in her drunken state. Plus: What floor is y’all staying on? Harmony: I … I don’t know. The key is in my bag. Plus: Ummm, ain’t it kinda rude to look through a woman’s bag? Harmony: Nah, go ahead, there’s not anything in there I have a problem with you seeing, unless you don’t like my purse. As the lift doors open, Harmony stumbles in, using the bar around the inside for support as Plus reaches into her bag and pulls the key to her room out, furrowing his brow as he reads the number. Plus: Well, looks like y’all will be sleepin’ in chez Plus tonight. Harmony: Huh? Plus: Muh room is closer, and I don’t think y’all is gon’ make it back to yours. Harmony: Plus, no, I can’t put you out like that … Plus: Hey, I’m a gentleman, and it’s all good. Harmony: No I couldn’t … Plus: I ain’t gon’ hear it, girl. Closing her bag back up, Plus reaches over and presses one of the various buttons on the side of the lift, causing the doors to close and the motion to begin, taking the pair upwards towards the 4th floor. The lift stops and Plus takes hold of Harmony once more, steadying her somewhat awkward movement, before they exit the lift, making their way along the corridor until they reach Plus’ hotel room, and he reaches into his back pocket for his key, sliding it into the lock and turning it, the lock popping and the door swinging open with a gentle push. Still keeping close to her in case she stumbles again, Plus guides Harmony forward into the room, and she somewhat staggers in, obviously intoxicated, and she makes her further into the room as Plus closes the door, stopping when she reaches the edge of the bed, turning on the balls of her feet and sitting herself down on the edge. Plus: I don’t think y’all is gon’ be movin’ much further than there. With a smile, Plus makes his way across the room and drops down to his knees, leaning over and sliding Harmony’s feet out of her shoes as she leans back on the bed, glancing up at the ceiling, her curls spreading out behind her on the bed. Plus places her shoes under the chair at the side of the bed, then sits himself down next to her on the bed, looking down at her as she seem so calm and placid compared to the start of the evening. Harmony: Thanks Plus. Plus: For what? She reaches a hand up, and he takes it, helping to pull her back up to a seated position, before Harmony sweeps her curls over to one side, out the way of her face and looks at Plus with a smile. Harmony: For this. With everything that’s happened, and Kate not being around anymore, I’m a little thin on the ground when it comes to friends. Plus: Don’t sell yo’self short, girl. Y’all is a great person, we all do things we ain’t proud of. The pair both break into a smile and Plus reaches a hand up, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Harmony’s face. They look at each other, before Harmony reaches up and kisses Plus softly on the lips and pulls away, looking into his eyes for some sort of sign she did the right thing, a sign that comes as Plus reciprocates the feeling, pulling her in for a longer kiss, and the pair continue, the passion free flowing, and leading into a night that neither of them would forget, but might possibly regret. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 07:17 PM Post #4 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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My senses begin to return to me and I begin to awaken, my eyes fluttering open as the din from the traffic outside begins to ring in my ears and my head begins to pound. It feels like there’s a heard of elephants marching through my head and it doesn’t look like they’re going to stop anytime soon, not to mention I feel somewhat nauseous and I’ve got the worse case of cotton mouth I’ve ever had. I guess this must be a hangover, and what everyone told me is true: it feels like shit. As I begin to take in my surroundings, a room in the hotel that BQWA are putting us up in, I stretch my body out, reaching my arms above my head and pointing my toes to arouse my limbs from their state of slumber, and I feel the friction of the sheets against my skin. Obviously I’m naked; thought quite how I got that way remains a mystery. It doesn’t remain a mystery for long, as an arm drapes itself over my waist and I freeze. Please don’t tell me I did something completely stupid while drunk last night. Please, please don’t tell me I went back to him last night while drunk, and begged him to take me back. I reach my hands up and massage my temples with my fingertips, in the vain hope that those elephants will stop bloody well marching across my brain and let me think back to last night. Ok, what did I do? I went out, and I drank vodka, A LOT of vodka …… Oh lord, please don’t tell me I’ve gone and just slept with some random guy from the bar. I take a deep breath to calm myself before I roll over to find out who the arm belongs to …. Oh Christ, PLUS?! Oh god, what a mess. I suppose it’s somewhat a relief that it’s not some random drunk from the bar, or even worse, Adam, but Plus?! Of all the people I end up having a drunken one nighter with, it ends up being Brent’s best friend?! I’m not exactly in Brent’s good books as it is and this isn’t going to do me any favours! What on earth was I thinking?! Just when I think my life CAN’T get any bloody messier … Now I know why mum says not to use alcohol as a solution to your problems; it just creates bigger ones. I sit up in bed, pulling the crisp white sheets in tight against my bare skin, trying to control my panic as I lean over to the floor, fumbling around to find my underwear, eventually finding them on the floor next to the bed. As I put my legs back into my panties from under the sheets while trying not to wake Plus, I try and think back to what happened last night ….. This recalling thing would be so much easier if my head would stop pounding, but then that’s self inflicted; I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Maybe if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in right now: in bed with Brent’s best friend, fiddling with a bra hook that has chosen the worst time possible not to just simply hook as usual, just wanting the ground to swallow me up from where I’m sat. With my underwear finally hugging my figure, I slide myself out of bed and quietly make my way into the bathroom, setting the cold tap on the basin running and allowing the water to flow down the sink before I cup my hands underneath it and gather some of it up, splashing the reservoir in my palms over my face, the icy temperature awakening the senses that were still in a state of slumber, and causing my pounding headache to increase in frequency …… I’m never drinking again …… Ok that’s a lie; I will drink again, just maybe not for a day or so. What in the blue hell do I do now? Last night was a mistake; nothing more and nothing less. I was drunk and he was drunk. I was heartbroken and he was angry. It kind of just … happened. God, this is such a mess. So do I wait for him to wake up and explain, or do I leave a note, or do I just leave? No, the last one isn’t an option; its just plain rude and your mother didn’t bring you up that way, Harmony Ashley Scott. But I can’t face him, what would I say? “Oops, sorry Plus, we got drunk and fucked. It was a mistake, nothing more, but thanks anyway”? I can’t bring myself to do that; the shame of doing something so stupid is eating away at me as it is. All I know is, I need to get out of here, and clear my head. I pat my face dry with the soft white towel hung on the rail in the bathroom and the feel of the delicate cloth against my skin makes me think of home … God I should have listened when Jimmy said Adam was no good, maybe then I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now: hung over and with a one night stand under my belt because of a man. Everything leads back to him, everything. Everyone said he’d ruin my life and sweet Jesus were they right. All I wanted was someone to love, and to love me, and look where it got me. God, I must be either completely fucking stupid, or a shit judge of character for picking Adam. But then we can’t control our heart, only our head ….. Christ Harmony, now is NOT the time to be attempting to be philosophical, if it had failed to escape your attention, you’re stood in nothing but your underwear in the doorway of the bathroom leading into one of your cute co-worker’s hotel room having had a drunken fumble with him the night before … wait, did I just call him cute? No, no that was the hangover and panic talking. Oh lord what must he think of me? Getting completely drunk and then just offering myself to him …. Oh my god, I’m a slut. I’m no better than Adam; I’m nothing more than a slut. I go to walk out of the bathroom but stop suddenly … Oh shit what will Brent think of all this?! Him and Plus are best friends, and I mean like die for each other best friends. He doesn’t exactly like me now, and with everything that’s gone off, it’s going to put him in an even worse mood. Just when I thought I was getting back on track with everyone, I go and fuck it up again. Well done Harmony, smooth move …… Oh SHIT!!! Plus has seen me naked, which means he’s seen it. Oh god no, he’s seen “it”. That’s going to bring up all sorts of questions when he finally talks to me, IF he ever talks to me again. Lord knows I’m embarrassed about all of this and it wouldn’t surprise me if he wants nothing to do with me at all after this, but if he does, that’s sure to come up. What do I say?! I can’t fob it off as a scar from an accident; it’s shaped like a Japanese symbol for Christ sake. And he used to work with Cobain, he’s no doubt going to recognise it, put 2 and 2 together, and then it’s all going to come out, and I’m going to have to relive all that again, go back to some stuff that I really don’t want to look back on …. This is quickly changing from “mess” to “car wreck”. Actually, scrap “car wreck” and just replace it with “disaster”. I just need to get out of here and clear my head. And I need to talk to someone about all of this. I’ll get on the phone to Kate, she’s about the only person I know won’t go “I told you so” right now. It’s stupid, but part of me wants to get back into bed and just let Plus put his arms around me … What the hell? Why am I thinking these things?! This is stupid, I’m hung over, and I’m not exactly stable emotionally right now. I just need to get dressed, write him this note and get out of here. This would be so much easier if I could actually recall what happened last night. Ok, just stop Harmony. Take a deep breath, and think … ok, he walked into the bar and we sat talking about everything that had happened, and then I remember riding in the taxi with him and walking through the hotel lobby to the lift. I think I used him as a leaning post, I wasn’t exactly steady on my feet, and I remember getting to the hotel room door, and then …… I begin to chew my lip as I think about it, yeah that would be where the hot, heavy and drunken sex came into play. For being drunken sex, actually, it was pretty damn good … Oh god no, I shouldn’t be doing this, it was stupid, we’re not even friends! It’s like totally random! The longer I stay here, the more I keep thinking about it. I’ve got to get out, I don’t know where; I just need to get out, to think and to try and clear my head, which would be so much easier if I wasn’t hung over. I tiptoe across the room, collecting my skirt and blouse from the floor as I go, pulling my skirt up my legs and buttoning it up as I direct my gaze around the room looking for my handbag. I find it on the floor and bend over to pick it up, holding it under one arm as I put the other through the sleeve of my blouse, before I switch my bag into the other hand and finish putting my arm into the other sleeve, leaving it un buttoned while I search in my bag for a pen and paper, even if its just a scrap. I know it seems the cowardly way out, just leaving a note, but I really don’t think I can face talking to him. I’m too embarrassed about what happened to bring myself to even discuss it right now, not to mention my head is all over the place. I just can’t believe I’ve done this. Why is it I can’t find a damn pen when I want one? Normally, I’ve got 6 or 7 in here, and now just because I need one in a hurry, I can’t find one. I’m sure fate is trying to make me talk to him, I really am ……. Finally! I lay the piece of paper, which isn’t any bigger than an envelope out on the side and flick the lid of my red ball point pen and begin to write … Plus …. Sorry …. About …. Last …. Night …. I …. Was …. Drunk …. And …. My …. Head …. Was …. All …. Over ….. the …. Place …. With …. What …. Happened …. With …. Adam …. It …. Was …. A …. Mistake …. Harmony …. xxx No, wait, forget the kisses. I scribble those out, and then tuck the slip of paper under the fire instructions on the back of the door. He’ll see it there. Shit, where are my shoes? I glance around the room looking for them, scanning every inch of the floor. They shouldn’t be that hard to spot, they’re purple for heaven’s sakes and almost everything in this room is white or magnolia. Ah, there they are, under the chair. I tip toe back across the room and quickly slip my feet back inside them before throwing my bag over my shoulder to make a hasty exit. This is so embarrassing, and I feel really bad for bailing out like this, but I just cannot cope with it, I just cannot face him. I just pray to the heavens no one sees me come out of his room, because if I’m spotted, then I’m done for. The fewer people know about this the better, and the only reason I’m going to tell Kate is because I don’t know what on earth to do about it all and I know she’s the only person I can talk to right now who won’t judge me. I gently twist the door handle and pull the door open, before taking one glance back at Plus, still asleep in bed, and think about what he must be thinking. He actually looks really peaceful, and I can’t help but smile. He doesn’t seem the kind of guy who would sleep with your enemy behind your back and knock her up; he actually has morals. With a gentle pull, I close the door behind me as softly as I can so as not to wake him, taking a deep breath of relief before I pull my mobile out of my bag as I walk off down the hall and turn it on, awaiting the several minutes of melodies as all the voicemail and text messages come through. Ugh, 9 voicemails and 5 texts. Not as bad as I was expecting, but still a lot to trawl through. I don’t want to deal with my friends and parents pouring out sympathy right now, all I need is to talk to Kate about what happened. I step into the lift as I hit the dial button once I find Kate’s name in the contacts list and lift the phone to my ear, hoping that she’s somewhere near the phone. Kate: Hello. Harmony: Kate … Kate: Harm! Are you ok ?? Harmony: Kate, I did something REALLY stupid … And as the lift doors close to take me up to my room, I begin my story from beginning, in the hope of some advice on what to do about a night, that in some respects, I’d rather forget. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 07:24 PM Post #5 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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Rustle…rustle… Thud, thud, thud, thud… Squeak… Click… What the hell? My head’s pounding…the last thing I need is to be woken up…damn, my vision is fuzzy when I wake up. Ah, that’s a little better. And, damn, that is one fine piece of ass walking out of the door right now…I’d stop her, but that would just spoil it. No awkward goodbyes. No “I’ll call you some time”. And… Wait… Oh my god…tell me that’s not…it can’t be… But it is, Andy…it’s Harmony. No…no, it’s not. I dropped Harmony off, went back to the bar and ended up here with someone else. Yeah, that sounds right… Oh, come off it, Andy. You’re not going to fool anyone with that, let alone yourself. Harmony Ashley Scott has just left. Left the room you happen to still be lying in at the moment. And I think you know what that means, don’t you, Andy? No, no, no…it must be some misunderstanding. We talked, that’s all. Nothing more. Oh, come on, Andy. You were drunk, but you weren’t THAT drunk. You remember walking her back to the hotel, right? The only problem is that it wasn’t HER room. And you remember what happened at that very doorway, right? Oh shit… Yeah…”oh shit” indeed. Andy, you’ve done some stupid things in your life. Remember the Vanilla Ice hairdo? Hey, that was in fashion at the time! Yeah, yeah…whatever. Listen, the fact remains that, unlike that hairdo, you can’t look back at this with that same warm, fuzzy, nostalgic feeling. You slept with her. You slept with an emotionally-shattered young woman. An emotionally-shattered young woman, who happens to have been dating Adam Edge. The same Adam Edge who got stuck in an elevator with, and fucked Skye Jones. The same Skye Jones, who happened to be romantically involved with… Oh god, Brent. Yes, Brent. Your best friend. Not just in the business, but in your whole life. Shit, I’ve been so caught up with my shit with Lana, that I haven’t caught up with him to see how he’s doing. And, now, this…god, how do I explain this? If I was you, I wouldn’t. At least, not yet. Look, Brent’s a big boy. He can handle himself, but he needs your support right now. He doesn’t need you telling him that you boffed Harmony, no matter how fine it was to tap that. Was it? Trust me…it’ll all come back to you later. It was fiiiine… Really? Well, that is one damn fine woman, and I’m no slouch, if do say…damn it, what the hell am I saying? God, why did shit have to get so complicated? Why couldn’t it just have been some random woman from some other bar? Why did it have to be her? I mean, shit, we’re acquaintances…it’s not even a friendship. So, why the hell did I let this happen? Actually, I think you’ll find that your friends, Bud and Stella, had quite a lot to do with why it happened. Actually, I kinda remember that part. Damn, did I drink a lot… A lot? Hell, a lot of stakeholders in those breweries will have been able to sell up and retire, after last night. Ugh, my mouth feels like the Gobi fucking desert right now. Hey, what’s this? A piece of paper that’s been left pinned to the inside of the door. Ah, the good old “sorry, it was a mistake” note. What? Damn, I kinda regret it myself, but I can’t believe she just left it like this. This is just… Wrong? Doesn’t feel so good, does it? What I don’t understand is why this is bothering you. It’s not like you wouldn’t have left the same note, right? ………… Right? Uh…yeah…right… Oh my god! Don’t say it… You… Don’t…say it…forget it. It’s just the hangover talking…my head isn’t straight yet. I hope for your sake that’s true, Andy. You’ve got enough on your plate right now. In case you’ve forgotten, you’ve got a War Games match to concern yourself with. I think it’s time you got in touch with Brent… Yeah…yeah, I think it is. But I, uh, think I’m going to lie back down for an hour. Suddenly, I don’t feel so good. Yeah, probably best. Give yourself time to get that fog cleared and…what the hell are you doing? Are you…sniffing her pillow? Don’t be ridiculous! That would just be wrong! It is a nice scent though… Fag… Ah, shut the fuck up… Plus buries his head under his pillow, as the scene fades… |
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