|At A Red Light
Author: Broken-Angel-1994 PM
Dave, is it normal to have wet dreams?" Uh... I guess so, sure. "Is it normal to have wet dreams about giving your old boyfriend a blow job the night before you're supposed to go pick up your wedding dress?" Oh. Damn that sucks. "Ugh! Don't say suck!"Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Drama - Words: 1,164 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-26-10 - Published: 06-25-10 - id: 2821752
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At A Red Light
Heather's eyes were trained straight ahead at the windshield- at the colorful, bright world outside the ragged car that was Jess's pride and joy. She layed one delicate elbow on the door and rested her pale cheek in her palm. A tall, thin woman with that stylish but messy "Mom-cut" pulled the tiny hand of a crying toddler, muttering something that wasn't audible over the rumble of the eighteen wheeler idling a mere three feet from Heather's face. The tiny blond girl in a frilly white dress wailed as fresh tears welled up and slid down her flushed cheeks. Heather actually half smiled as they crossed the street. She would have been a good mom.
So this is how it ends
A couple holding hands walked down the crowded sidewalk, looking eagerly into the windows of all the little shops. Cameras were hanging from their hands and Heather could see the red tint to the girl's skin in between the pink straps of her tank top; tourists were always so eager to look at the things that she saw every single day, every day. Maybe they saw something different in the dust coated windows- maybe it was just her that found the entire world so dull.
This is where it all goes down.
She hadn't always seen the world this way. There was a time when things were bright- where the beautiful portrait of her world was painted with gold and tinted with rose like in the movies. But then, she got splashed with a heaping pile of cold, harsh reality. All of her bright fantasies of what life should have been like with Jess were disintegrated.
This is what I don't love you feels like.
A man dressed in a dark suit, with his hair combed straight behind his ears walked swiftly across the gray pavement. He nodded towards the car, but Heather's head felt to numb to even offer a small nod back.
It aint in the middle of the night
Her temporarily smile faded, leaving her ice blue eyes more hollow than Jessie could ever know. She was getting really good at keeping what she was thinking from him- at hiding her emotions. Getting good at saying, "No, really I'm fine." and making them believe it. She was going to need every one of the last few months of practice to do what she needed to today.
And aint not even raining outside.
She took a deep breath, but her lungs just wouldn't expand; she got no relief from the intake of polluted air. She coughed and blinked at a nasty cloud of black smoke spewed out of the truck's exhaust pipe. She realized her eyes were watering, but it wasn't because of the lack of clean air in this town.
It aint exactly what I had in mind, for goodbye.
Jess was singing along with the rap song that was blasting through the speakers, and Heather visibly cringed with every slam of his palm against the steering wheel. With a shaking hand, she reached over and turned the dial all the way to the left.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Jess, I want to break up."
The truck beside them shot out another stream of smoke. Then, her boyfriend laughed. "Good one."
At a red light.
She looked over, and he frowned so hard that she thought that the wrinkle would be permanently etched into the wide span of his forehead and the corners of his mouth. The dark eyebrows mashed together into one, overshadowing his brown eyes. "What?"
In the sunshine.
"I want to break up."
On a Sunday.
"What are you talking about, Heather."
Nothing to say, don't even try.
"This..." She gestured between them, fighting back the tears coming to her eyes. "Us. It's not working for me." His callused fingers began drumming on the leather of his steering wheel. The tempo increased, and her heartbeat seemed to be in time with the rapid beating.
Some are coming home.
"You're... What? Hang on." He turned his entire torso in her direction, one hand gripping the wheel and the other holding the headrest of his seat. "You're breaking up with me?"
Some are leaving town.
She closed her eyes, and one tear slipped down her cheek. She gave a jerky nod and wiped it away. "Y-yea. It's the end of the school year, Jess. I'm going to college, you're going to work- you've got that great thing in New York, remember? You want to be a doctor remember."
While my words crashing down.
"I don't want to go without you," he whispered. She shook her head and wiped away another tear. She yanked at the door handle, and he grabbed her bare arm. Her skin was hot, as normal; the scorching heat didn't match the creamy color of her silky skin.
"You're going to have to."
In the sunshine.
"Look, Babe, if this is about-"
"Don't call me that. And no, it's not about anything. I just want it to stop, okay. I... I want to break up."
"Please talk to me about this."
At red light.
"I can't," she whispered, and threw the door opened. Her flip flops slapped noisily against her feet as she ran around the front of the car and took off down the sidewalk. Jess watched her retreating figure- her red hair flowing down to her slim waist and flirting with the hem of her white shorts.
He pulled his eyes away as the tears welled up. The light turned green, but he couldn't move for the gas pedal. The eighteen wheeler beside him spit black smoke and pulled away, but his car remained a motionless statue in the middle of the highway.
I thought she was gonna say,
Somethin' bout that couple kissin'
Crossin' the street
Or somethin' bout that beautiful day.
But she just looked me in the eye
Said it's over.
Didn't try to lie, or pick a fight
I might have seen it coming that way.
Someone honked from behind him, but he didn't hear.
That's how she left him. She didn't look back. But if that was the last time Heather Anderson thought she was going to see Jessie Graham, then they were both sadly mistaken.
Hey there. This may just be a one shot, or I may continue. I'll let you guys decide. If you want me to continue, then let me know by reviewing. Thanks!!
I do not own the lyrics in Italics. Those belong to David Nail. They are from his song, At A Red Light. If you haven't noticed, I make a lot of my stories from song. Anyway...
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