The sunlight had finally found a crack in the ever-present clouds that had plagued the skies of The City for ages. Rain, snow, sleet, and all other forms of precipitation had become the norm for one to hear forecasted over the radios and television sets in homes everywhere. Sun now, was like a rainbow. whenever it appeared children and adults alike would frolic and play, basking in its glory and brilliance. Schools ended early, workplaces were abandoned. and one could hear laughter and singing when the sun shined. Presently, these times of happiness and warmth had become a rare commodity. The gloom and darkness bore down on life in The City. But today. today the sun shone.
Mya gazed outside at the bustling people below. From high above, everything looked so insignificant. so unimportant. As Garret Garson had said "A well placed rock or boulder could cause mayhem and death from this height if dropped." Filthy thought to herself. There was a knock on the door to her apartment (which she had decidedly named James. According to her dear Aunt Sally, all things need names, whether they show character, or describe the object in general. Mya agreed, and had promptly named the apartment after her pet fish from the 4th grade). She moved from the window and made her way across the floor to the door, which happened to be painted a sickly color of green. I'll have to repaint that thought absentmindedly as she pushed all assortments of boxes and crates out of the way. The apartment itself would not have made the cover of the latest interior design magazines. Boxes and general debris lay everywhere in piles (or stacks) from the move-in. The only true piece of furniture was the sagging old brown couch on the far wall which served as dinning room, living room, and bedroom all in one. Simplicity was something Mya liked about James. She planned to get everything together and actually settle in sometime soon. For now the green door and piles of stuff/junk would have to stay, as she had much more important things to be thinking about. Plus if this was whom she expected it to be, then Mya could expect to be tied up for quite some time explaining.
"Myyyyyyaaaaaaaaa-" Mya could here from outside the door. She opened it to reveal just whom she was waiting for.
"Hey Mya! Howzit shakin' bacon?"
"Peachy-keen jelly bean. Come on in Viv." Mya replied. In the doorway stood a tall well-built woman in her late 20's. Her mass of curly blonde hair tumbled down her back and delectably complimented her hazel eyes, which were gleaming at the greeting. She bounded in as Mya opened the door wider to reveal James in all his wild glory.
"Wow. James must've had a nervy b. You should get him on something before this turns into ground zero." Viviane commented. She scanned the room before sauntering over and plopping down on the couch (a.k.a. Geoff, pronounced "gee-off"). There she pulled out of her bag a Twinkie and took a bite. Patting the cushion next to her, she signaled for Mya to take a seat. Mya went and sat down and ate the piece of Twinkie that was offered. There they sat in silence for a moment. savoring the Twinkie.
"Yoo knaw, I onlay invided yoo ova so 'at I'd geda pesse of dis Twikay." said Mya while spewing Twinkie crumbs all over.
"Oh jah." Viviane replied, spraying an equal amount, if not more, over the floor and onto a box of picture frames. She bent over and pulled out one frame, dusting it off and preceding to smudge the glass with Twinkie crème. Wiping it off, she examined the portrait, her eyes suddenly growing long and sad. Another pause followed, except somber and tense.
"Id dident." She swallowed. " It didn't have to end this way. I'm sorry." She looked up at Mya who was also gazing longingly at the picture.
"No. It did. This was what was meant to happen. There's nothing we can do." Mya said, as her voice drifted into a whisper. She reached over and gently took the frame, setting it in her lap. With her sleeve she wiped the tears from the glass. Carelessly she threw the frame back into the glass and looked up defiantly and sniffed. "Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe."
The Battle of Love by cramer
Fiction » Romance Rated: K+, English, Tragedy, Words: 1k+, Published: 12/21/2003 Updated: 12/22/2003}
1 Chapter 1: Prologue