03 Aug A Short Story: So.

*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*

She said:

So…

I said:

So?

She said:

(Rolls her eyes)

I said:

Shorty, why is you over there sewing like that?

She said:

(Laughs)

Good one.

I said:

See shorty… I can still make you laugh and smile…

She said:

(With attitude)

Oh… so I guess that makes you a non-human?

I said:

Why are you being so sassy today?

She said:

Because Avi… what the fuck?

I said:

What?

She said:

Avi… there’s no way that is you making that kind of music…

I said:

Shorty, why would you try and break the levy to my tear ducts like that?

She said:

You’re so sensitive!

I said:

(Laughs)

Shorty… you know how –

She said:

No I don’t know how

I said:

So why are you listening to my music and enjoying it then?

She said:

I wanted to hear what you were working on…

I said:

So why exactly did you have the volume turned all the way up on your headphones then? While you were listening…

She said:

Your Jedi mind tricks aren’t going to work on me this time Avi.

I said:

(Smiles)

So why are you saying I have super powers then?

She said:

I didn’t say that.

I said:

So why aren’t you showing much interest in letting me get the sound of your heartbeat for one of my songs?

She said:

I don’t feel like it.

I said:

That’s a lie, or you wouldn’t be vortexting with me… currently.

She said:

I just wanted to see if you were still a piece of shit.

I said:

How about you be the boss for a night and tell me how you want me, tell me how you want it …?

She said:

I want a poem from The Doors

I said:

Consider it done.

She said:

When?

I said:

I don’t know, probably some time next week.

She said:

Yeah so I guess you’re too busy for me now running around with all these different girls…

I said:

Shorty, I ain’t even running around… I ain’t even running around. Look, if you want to make love again, we might as well do it right, right?

She said:

I suppose.

I said:

Life as a drug… life is the only real drug, you know?

I was thinking about that for a while actually.

So people take drugs because life’s turbulence is too potent,

But when I met you girl, I realized that you had medicinal eyes,

So why are you looking away from me?

Heavy eyelids that rest in bed,

Eyes that are closed are found in space,

Whispered feelings illuminate the fragile sentiment,

I enter that space… your space, for the sake of warmth,

The howls from the evening’s mystical music moves time at a faster pace,

 Yet still remains slow,

Prehistoric pain migrates away,

And the soft yet lively yawns from the early morning birds

Yeah, I don’t know shorty… something like that. I’ll probably just write you a song from The Doors. But, it’s going to be a bit more urban.

She said:

(Awkwardly smiles)

Wow Avi.

I said:
Yeah I will write something better, don’t worry.

She said:

(Wholeheartedly laughs)

Make sure you don’t write no bullshit to me.

I said:

Have I ever?

She said:
(Sassy)

No… actually, yeah… one time you did. It wasn’t that good.

I said:

(Laughs)

So why did you stay the night then, if it wasn’t that good?

She said:

(Blushes)

It was good. I’m just saying one time you wrote me something that wasn’t that good… seeing as you think you’re the best writer, I thought you should know that.

I said:

Which one was that?

She said:

I don’t remember exactly, but you were using cheapo-style lyrics on me.