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A Short Story: Warm.

*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*

(Theatrical Sci-Fi writing practice)

Jane:

So, what’s up?

Avi:

Not much.

Jane:

Oh, okay…

Avi:

I’m just busy, I’ve been busy… writing as much as I can, trying to make this shit happen.

Jane:

(Speaks softly)

I was listening to some of your new stuff… quite impressive considering the limited resources you had; some of the melodies are real smooth and the lyrics are simple yet effective.

Avi:

(Speaks with an attitude)

Yeah, I’m just getting started. I think I’ve got the formula now.

Jane:
Why are you getting an attitude with me all of a sudden?

Avi:
(Hurt tone of voice)

So why’d you get selfish and abandon me then?

Jane:

(Surprised)

I didn’t abandon you Avi.

Avi:

(Deep tone of voice that is effective with Jane)

Don’t even look at me, don’t even listen to my music and don’t even read what I write. And when I start making movies, don’t even watch them.

Jane:
(Slightly angry)

You know, you’re spoiled fucking rotten by these girls… they give you whatever you want whenever you want it, you don’t even have to ask… literally every girl you meet falls in love with you and you’re not even that good looking. So what are you complaining for?

Avi:
(Angry)

So… how come when you see me finally finding a path that I can start winning with, you start acting thottie towards me all of a sudden, when previously you were just focused on loving yourself, selfish and shit.

Jane:

(Slaps Avi)

Excuse me… don’t ever speak like that to me.

Avi:

(Calmly speaks)

Fuck you and fuck your feelings.

Jane:

(Angrily laughs)

Oh right, you’re suddenly a macho man, that’s how tough guys talk, right?

Avi:

So why’d you start giving me head the other night then?

Jane:

Because I’m your wife?

Avi:

You’re not my wife and if you were then I’d want a divorce.

Jane:
(Tearfully upset)

So you’re willing to just throw all of this away because you’re deciding to have another one of your mood swings? Let alone on my birthday you’re acting like that?

Avi:

It’s whatever; you didn’t seem to have any problem throwing away what I’ve written in the past few months? You didn’t have any problem doing that… you didn’t even think twice.

Jane:
Because I catch you cheating on me time and time again?

Avi:

(Nonchalantly speaks)

It’s whatever, you’re whatever, I’m over this conversation. Peace.

Jane:

You’re not getting away from me that easily Avi.

Avi:
I already left.

Jane:

(Speaks quietly yet slightly flirty)
You really are a dick… do you know that?

Avi:
(Smiles)

So why are you sitting there, touching yourself then?

Jane:
(Blushes)

You’re a piece of shit, I was only…

Avi:

(Interrupts Jane)

Right, right.

[There’s an awkward silence for a few moments.]

Jane:

(Sighs)

This is hectic and not normal…

Avi:
Has it ever been?

Jane:
(Quietly sensual)

So are you going to start being nice to me again?

Avi:
(With attitude)

That depends, are you going to start being nice to me?

Jane:
(Sensually speaks)

How is it that it is my birthday, yet, here I am again, giving you gifts?

Avi:

(Smiles)
So exactly what kind of gifts were you thinking about giving me, huh?

Jane:
(Promiscuously rolls her eyes and sighs)

Theusual.

 Avi:
(Excitedly laughs)

Okay fine. That sounds like a good deal. I wrote you a poem if you want it. Might be worth some money some day.

Jane:
(Smiles)

Let me hear it.

Avi:
(Speaks slowly but sexually on point)

I can’t even count the days washed over from watching you develop into the beautiful girl that you are today,

The smile you have inebriates the eyes of people lucky enough to feast on your prowl,

You have a royal laugh, fit for a princess, and the soul of a temptress, capable of infiltrating the idled cobwebs within people’s minds,

Your hips move like you’re affluent with luxury sass,

I think that I might just have to pay that luxury tax,

Your eyes are like stain-glassed windows, acknowledging the change of hue from the light beams, a barometer, a beacon, for sultry love and

Jane:
(Interrupts and overwhelmingly sighs)

This motherfucker…

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