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He really couldn't believe that they were actually holding hands again. It had been a little over a month ago when they broke up. Now it seemed like old times. Darrian smiled wide as Allison squeezed his hand tightly and leaned in for a kiss. He missed her lips, the smell of her lilac scented perfume, but it was all his again.
"I can't tell you how much I missed that..." he said after their lips break contact.
"Me too Darry" said Allison as her bright smile flashed once again.
Than, out of nowhere it seems, her demeanor changes. Her face goes dead serious and she intakes a sharp breath.
"Ali what's wrong?" asks Darrian.
"I have to to go."
"What are you talkin about?"
"Let me go Darrian." says Allison as she swiftly pulls away from Darrian's grasp.
"Ali what's going on?" asks Darrian again before a loud shattering shriek causes him to shield his ears in pain. Darrian drops to his knees as the noise intensifies, than, just as quickly as it had begun, the noise stops. The young man opens his eyes, only to find Allison gone. In her place stands a tall shadow like being, it's features obscured by a large black sheet draped over it body. Darrian stands to his feet, his face mixed with disbelief and anger. "What the hell are you, where's Ali?"
The figure stands silent...
"Where's Ali!?!?" Darrian yells.
Than, an eerie disembodied voice responds with only two words "It's late..."
At that moment Darrian jolts awake, his cell phone blaring on his night stand. He wipes a few beads of cold sweat from his face and struggles to get control of his labored breathing. After a few more seconds he reaches over to finally answer his phone, which had sat ringing for what seemed like several minutes.
"Yea?" said Darrian, his voice still out breath and groggy.
"Dude, where the hell are you?" asks the voice on the other end.
"What?" asks Darrian, still trying to fully wake himself.
"Bro, Manny is flipping his shit man. You better get here quick."
"Josh? Dude what time is it?" asks Darrian as he glances over to his wall clock, which registered 8:30 AM "Oh shit, I over slept."
"Bro this is the third time in a week, are you trying to get fired?" asks Josh on the other end.
"Look tell Manny I'll be there as soon as I can." says Darrian.
"Alright man, but you better..." Darrian abruptly hangs up.
He tosses his phone onto the bed beside him and rubs his eyes in frustration "Goddamit..." He was an hour and a half late for work at the body shop. He looks down and takes note that, save for his shirt, he had fallen asleep in his clothes again. He wasn't quite sure what time he had made it home last night. His shoulders and arms were quite sore from the intense workouts he was putting himself through from the past few days. Darrian was in pretty good shape, but he had been hitting the gym extra hard in the the last two or three weeks and it showed. However it was taking a toll on his sleeping habits as of late. He would spend two or three hours pumping it hard at the gym, get home a little past midnight or later and sack out from exhaustion. This was his way of coping with the breakup.
But what had hurt even worse, was the slight glimmer of hope she had given him just a week and a half prior. Yea they were both drunk and it could technically be considered a one night stand, but Darrian saw it as an indication that they would be getting back together. But his repeated attempts to hang out with Ali from that point on were just met with flakeyness and her telling him that she "needed time"...whatever the hell that meant. In any case, it was causing him great distress. He checks his phone's recent texts and sees that she still hadn't responded to his request to see a movie, which he sent her two days before.
"How damn hard is it to reply to a simple text?" he mutters to himself.
Darrian walks over to his bedroom window and looks outside to the large leaf strewn front yard of the old house he was renting with Ali and two other friends. He sees Ali's beat up old Sedan that was still sitting in the elongated driveway after her transmission had blown a few days ago. She had been bumming rides to and from work. The day was gloomy overcast and Darrain took note of the peculiar feeling that washed over him.
Twenty minutes later, Darrian quickly showers, brushes his teeth and heads downstairs, yet on the way he passes Ali's room in the hallway and took note that it was empty. Strange thing was, her bed was unmade. Now one of Ali's habits would be to always make her bed in the morning before heading off to work at a local hair salon in town. Not thinking to much about it he makes his way towards the kitchen but stops slightly as he notices Nora standing next to the coffee maker. For the past few months that they all had lived in the house, he and his old crush had gotten along well enough. However there were random moments when things would get awkward between them considering their past history. When Darrian had been dating Ali, he noticed Nora had become colder towards him, even though she had rejected him the first time around. He zipped through the kitchen, grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and walks towards the side door.
But before exiting the house, he turns to Nora "Hey if you by chance see Ali, tell her to answer her goddamned texts, will ya? Later..."
At that, Darrian bolts out the door, gets in his black Chevy Camaro and hurriedly speeds off to work.
He really couldn't believe that they were actually holding hands again. It had been a little over a month ago when they broke up. Now it seemed like old times. Darrian smiled wide as Allison squeezed his hand tightly and leaned in for a kiss. He missed her lips, the smell of her lilac scented perfume, but it was all his again.
"I can't tell you how much I missed that..." he said after their lips break contact.
"Me too Darry" said Allison as her bright smile flashed once again.
Than, out of nowhere it seems, her demeanor changes. Her face goes dead serious and she intakes a sharp breath.
"Ali what's wrong?" asks Darrian.
"I have to to go."
"What are you talkin about?"
"Let me go Darrian." says Allison as she swiftly pulls away from Darrian's grasp.
"Ali what's going on?" asks Darrian again before a loud shattering shriek causes him to shield his ears in pain. Darrian drops to his knees as the noise intensifies, than, just as quickly as it had begun, the noise stops. The young man opens his eyes, only to find Allison gone. In her place stands a tall shadow like being, it's features obscured by a large black sheet draped over it body. Darrian stands to his feet, his face mixed with disbelief and anger. "What the hell are you, where's Ali?"
The figure stands silent...
"Where's Ali!?!?" Darrian yells.
Than, an eerie disembodied voice responds with only two words "It's late..."
At that moment Darrian jolts awake, his cell phone blaring on his night stand. He wipes a few beads of cold sweat from his face and struggles to get control of his labored breathing. After a few more seconds he reaches over to finally answer his phone, which had sat ringing for what seemed like several minutes.
"Yea?" said Darrian, his voice still out breath and groggy.
"Dude, where the hell are you?" asks the voice on the other end.
"What?" asks Darrian, still trying to fully wake himself.
"Bro, Manny is flipping his shit man. You better get here quick."
"Josh? Dude what time is it?" asks Darrian as he glances over to his wall clock, which registered 8:30 AM "Oh shit, I over slept."
"Bro this is the third time in a week, are you trying to get fired?" asks Josh on the other end.
"Look tell Manny I'll be there as soon as I can." says Darrian.
"Alright man, but you better..." Darrian abruptly hangs up.
He tosses his phone onto the bed beside him and rubs his eyes in frustration "Goddamit..." He was an hour and a half late for work at the body shop. He looks down and takes note that, save for his shirt, he had fallen asleep in his clothes again. He wasn't quite sure what time he had made it home last night. His shoulders and arms were quite sore from the intense workouts he was putting himself through from the past few days. Darrian was in pretty good shape, but he had been hitting the gym extra hard in the the last two or three weeks and it showed. However it was taking a toll on his sleeping habits as of late. He would spend two or three hours pumping it hard at the gym, get home a little past midnight or later and sack out from exhaustion. This was his way of coping with the breakup.
But what had hurt even worse, was the slight glimmer of hope she had given him just a week and a half prior. Yea they were both drunk and it could technically be considered a one night stand, but Darrian saw it as an indication that they would be getting back together. But his repeated attempts to hang out with Ali from that point on were just met with flakeyness and her telling him that she "needed time"...whatever the hell that meant. In any case, it was causing him great distress. He checks his phone's recent texts and sees that she still hadn't responded to his request to see a movie, which he sent her two days before.
"How damn hard is it to reply to a simple text?" he mutters to himself.
Darrian walks over to his bedroom window and looks outside to the large leaf strewn front yard of the old house he was renting with Ali and two other friends. He sees Ali's beat up old Sedan that was still sitting in the elongated driveway after her transmission had blown a few days ago. She had been bumming rides to and from work. The day was gloomy overcast and Darrain took note of the peculiar feeling that washed over him.
Twenty minutes later, Darrian quickly showers, brushes his teeth and heads downstairs, yet on the way he passes Ali's room in the hallway and took note that it was empty. Strange thing was, her bed was unmade. Now one of Ali's habits would be to always make her bed in the morning before heading off to work at a local hair salon in town. Not thinking to much about it he makes his way towards the kitchen but stops slightly as he notices Nora standing next to the coffee maker. For the past few months that they all had lived in the house, he and his old crush had gotten along well enough. However there were random moments when things would get awkward between them considering their past history. When Darrian had been dating Ali, he noticed Nora had become colder towards him, even though she had rejected him the first time around. He zipped through the kitchen, grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and walks towards the side door.
But before exiting the house, he turns to Nora "Hey if you by chance see Ali, tell her to answer her goddamned texts, will ya? Later..."
At that, Darrian bolts out the door, gets in his black Chevy Camaro and hurriedly speeds off to work.