“ᴏʜ sʜᴇ’s sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ”
Sage awoke to a repeated knocking at the door of his apartment. Mumbling gibberish he mustered strength to roll to the side of the bed ,satin sheets twisted around his waist. Arms hanging off his mattress, fingers rested on the cool wooden floor. Moist drops of water mixed with glands of sweat covered his face. The maintenance guy was past due on fixing the AC, having yet another excuse yesterday afternoon when sage ran into him in the basement to get his bicycle for his evening ride.
Sage caught him throwing the resident’s items in a heap. His movements were wild as he frantically searched the boxes, talking to himself out loud.
Sage eased his way to him. He waved his hand at his dilated orbs. “What are you doing?” he asked as he lowered his palms to his knees.
The maintenance guy stuttered, “O-organizing.” fumbling with his shirt sleeve Drool slipped from his mouth.
Sage knew the maintenance man was lying through his bronze teeth. The way his body quivered, a pit of circles formed above his cheekbone revealed his truth.
Sage found out why the guy never answered any of his calls. Why he was a no-show to his job until the afternoon .He was busy snorting away his life and stealing from the residents.
Sage questioned humans. How they could toss generations away for one trip? One night of exhilaration , how could they choose ignorance over truth. Over the real shit that the higher-up’s hide from them. Why protect the light when humans thrive in darkness.
Pulling himself to his eminent height sage scorned at the pitiful man below. Unaware of the chain he was fated to.He gave him a pinched grin before he ruffled The maintenance guy’s gray fro and laid a hundred dollar bill on the stored box as he left. It was better for him to die from the powder that he consumed .
The ancient clock on the desk flashed. 8:53 am releasing a low growl, Sage forced himself up inwardly cussing out whoever it was interrupting him from his sleep. He snatched his shirt off the grey sofa in the corner of his room; it was the focal point in the moody space. His wooden stool fell over from the rushed movement. He wasn’t a Fashion type of man and never had a pull for interior design.The colors in his one bedroom apartment consisted of grey , black and beige. He had a black awarth table with legs connecting to make a star at the bottom. Tall candles scented the air of Oak. Tugging on his shirt before he hit the front door he opened it.
Sweet and spicy gourmands wafted his nose, Jasmine, Orange Blossom and Patchouli. Daniella Isla Larson stood in front of him wearing a white collared shirt and a plaid skirt, her patterned thigh high socks traveling down her limber legs. A Michael Kors backpack on her shoulder. Her matte red lips set in irritation.Hands raised in knocking position. “If you took any longer, I would have had no choice but to climb through your window,” She gave him a big cheeky smile.
Scrubbing the sleep out of his orbs. Sage shook his head twice. Before staring at her in confusion.Daniella had a fetish for cosplaying.
He first met her at Groovy Discs.He was led there by his GPS to find a collection of Contemporary music. Daniella was the only employee there wearing a latex jumper. She assisted him. Laughing at him when he didn’t recognize the slang she used. They had more things in common then he knew ,they were both in their early 20’s and they both had a love for music.
On The weekend the vintage shop would go from stacks of CD cases and pluggable headphones to rich tables and chairs. Daniella would perform wearing outrageous clothes. Presenting the fans with an exotic fantasy.
The resident’s of the town gossiped of how slut like she appeared for showing her skin without remorse. Sage was convinced Daniella would walk outside butt naked if it wasn’t illegal. Sage found her to be outgoing and chic.She was the first human he liked to chill with instead of whining about her life. Daniella bragged of hers and the cheap items she brought from thrift stores to accessorize her cosplay fits.
Crossed arms over his chest, Sage leaned against the chiffon wall for strength.His stomach growled for food. His eyes lazily sweapt over over her outfit. “Danni really ?” he pointed to her outfit in exaggeration. “What is the purpose of this one ?”
Daniella twirled gleefully showing off her latest creation, tanned skin peeked out from under her shirt. ” I have a performance today, dummy and my character. If you must know, is an obsessed school girl who fell in love with a bad boy then got dumped . fucked right ?” she pulled out a pack of gum and opened her mouth like a gaping fool. Gently placing the mint flavored bar on her tongue.
Sage bowed his head in failure before he focused back on daniella’s absurd response. He fanned his shirt. Man he hated heat.” And your excited for this because?”
Daniella threw her hands in his face. “Hello, it’s the touch of love That’s what I’m interested in. The song itself is famed.”
Her brow tightened in concentration.”the artist is very open minded and maybe a bit of a hopeless romantic.”
Sage patted his denim pockets for his cigs. He nodded his head as Daniella went on about some artist named Billie Ellish and how her song. “OCEAN EYES” topped the Billboard.
Daniella devoted herself to the artist she portrayed. She ached to recreate what inspired the song with her own body and performance. Sage envied Daniella grasping her world of art. He wished he had something to be passionate about. All that came to mind was Angela and her silky braid, he told himself to stop thinking of a reality that “could ” have been. Angela was the woman of his dreams.
Sighing in despair. Sage bounced off the wall placing a callused hand on Daniella’s prattling mouth “Hush.” He whispered in her ear. She could talk for hours if he let her.
Sage breath ghosted the side of her cheek. His face inches apart, he was in reach and yet miles away.
Daniella lifted her irises up at him. His charming curls rounded at his jawline. She gave him a dimpled smile, plucked his nose. ” I wouldn’t be forced to entertain myself if you would GO GET DRESSED!”
Sage backed away from her. “Ow!” placing his finger on the budding red on his sore nose. “It was a way of telling you let’s hurry.” he coddled his nose in his hand.
With narrowed eyes she invited herself into his apartment . “Good thinking,” she said softly patting her cheeks.
Sage ran a hand through his messy locks before shutting the door behind them. “I was doing something called sleeping before you interrupted me,so I have to shower before we leave.” he mumbled under his breath as he grabbed his cigs from the counter. He was in denial about craving the twigs of tobacco for months.
Daniella smacked her gum as she grabbed a chair and used it as a footrest. “KK”. She raked a hand in her wavy tresses.
Sage was ready in ten minutes, he succumbed to his growling stomach and took another five to fix him and Daniella a toasted avocado sandwich before they hit the suburban streets of Holly Springs.Wisps of pollen floated in the air around them. Ginger leaves crunching underneath their feet as they walked to Daniella 2012 Navy Ford Fusion.
Hiya,This is a little scene from my story on Wattpad. City Of Ruins
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