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ShayI open the door and the apartment is dark and musty cold--that antiseptic not-lived-in kind cold. "Shay." I fumble for the light switch, then hang my keys on the hook with practiced finality. Door locked, backpack dropped, and I'm in the living room. "Shay." Nothing.Shay1 year ago in Scraps
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There's piles of assorted belongings everywhere: books resting on crumpled sweaters--a belt and a plush toy--empty picture frames on dusty shoeboxes--glass jars full of colored oil. It forms a trail, sharp-cornered and lazy, to the bedroom at the back, and that's where I find you sleeping belly-down on the floor.
I should wake you up and make you dinner because I'm sure you forgot to fix yourself anything, but for a minute I lean on the doorjamb and look at you. Your shirt hiked up a little bit around your narrow waist to small to hold up all but the skinniest of skinny jeans. You're always been thin, almost dangerously so, without seeming to try. Your hair curls in tendrils all over your shoulders, down your back, across
Ink ::Chapter Two::TwoInk ::Chapter Two::2 years ago in Scraps
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I'm back home and my heart is hammering as I listen to her dial tone, but I can still feel each individual squeeze and every single thump against my ribcage. I'm dying for her to pick up, but at the same time I'd rather shoot myself in the knee than talk to her. I'll screw up. I'll say something wrong, or stupid, and I'll break the fragile web of mystery that pulls me inexorably to her.
I look down at my wrist and I see her brand standing out against my pale skin. The sight sends a jolt through my stomach and I almost put the phone down, but then I hear a metallic click and I realizeshe picked up.
I start babbling. "Heyit's, um, Jared, from the subwayyou drew a picture of me and you wrote your number on my arm and, um
" I cut myself off and wince. Did I screw up already?
There's a silence, and it extends for five torturous beats of my palpitating heart. Then her laugh bubbles through the tinny cellphone speakers and my knees go weak.
"Hey, Jared." I ca
Ink ::Chapter One::OneInk ::Chapter One::2 years ago in Scraps
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She bumps me with her hip and I whirl to her, bewildered. Unfazed, she grins and this dank subway lights up. Her hand lifts, holding the cool metal spirals of a notebook. My facebisected and shattered by the blue lines, like blades in neat files. I stare because I can't help myself and my ink twin stares right back.
The subway is crowded, crowdedhundreds of people mill about where millions of others have already milled. Some shout into telephones and some shout at each other, or at the subway itself, or at the world. It's noisy and damp and cool. Shadows lurk in the corners, but this girl shines like a beacon.
That smile never wavers as she rips out the page and holds it out to me between two fingers. I take it and it feels warm against my skin. I look at it again, then at herher face, then her perception of my face. God, that smile is electric. She tilts her head and her bangs brush across her cheek and it feels like a punch in the stomach. A winkand