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Musical Story-Time! : Gives You Hell by All-American Rejects

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Hey everyone! This is a series I’m starting that is basically a short story inspired by a specific song. The stories based on how the song makes me feeling and my interpretation of it. This is my first story that I posted and hope you enjoy!

“Good Morning Jamie! Isn’t it a wonderful Sunday Morning?” Oh, fuck off. I take a drag of my cigarette and flip him off. As I walk past Carl’s perfectly manicured lawn I throw the rest of my cig over the fence. I’m an asshole, sue me, but trust me he needs a little ruffling in his perfectly feathered life. Huh, Now that I think about it, he might just sue me. “A-are you going to pick that up Jamie?” He leans over the fence to get a good look at me, and my ass. God he gives me the creeps with his beady eyes and cocked smile, like I wouldn’t be surprised if he was registered as a sex offender. I flip my strawberry blonde hair over my shoulder and lower my sunglasses, “Not a chance, Carl. Have a good day trying to convince Catherine to suck you off.” I glance down, “Because you need it.”

… ◆ …

I open the front door of my shitty apartment and take a step inside. “What the fu-” I lift up my shoe. Crap, I forgot to take the dog out with me. I take off my shoes and jacket off, strolling into my bedroom. 4 white walls, a mattress and a Slipknot poster, just the way my budget allows because the life of a musician is so glamorous. I strip off my jeans and t-shirt. I plop onto my mattress, grab my guitar that I got when I was like 12 from my shitty dad and start to play. As soon as I get a melody started there’s a knock at the door. Who the fuck is that?

I angrily put my guitar down and walk to the door, swinging it open before I even check who it is. “Whoever you are, I don’t want your shitty Jesus pamp-, Catherine? What are you doing here?” She scans me from top to bottom and clears her throat. Oh yeah, I’m in my bra and undies, I forgot. She swallows one last time and says “I-I uh, came here to tell you that I don’t appreciate what you said to Carl, about um, Me.” Oh, you gotta be kidding me. I roll my eyes as I beckon her to follow me while walk towards my kitchen. “He seriously told you that? What a little bitch baby. okay, I didn’t mean it like that, he was just staring at my ass, so I had to do something to lower his ego a bit, you know. Water?” I turn around to look at her, finding her standing awkwardly in the middle of my nearly non-existing living room.

She looks like she was pulled straight from the 50’s, coke bottle body underneath ugly rags of fabric passed off as a dress. Beautiful face, just no confidence to rock it, sad fate for her, so much bad bitch potential. “Uh, no thank you.” She says timidly, trying not to look me in the eyes, or anywhere else since I still haven’t put on any clothes. I shrug and sit on my couch, letting my hair fall over my bra, crossing my legs. “So, my husband was staring at you?” She makes eye contact this time, but in her eyes I can see the hurt feelings already beginning to brew. I sigh and run a hand through my hair, “Yeah, he was, and still is and I’m sure I’m not the only one.”

Catherine takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Maybe if you didn’t dress and act like such a whore, he wouldn’t have anything to look at.” She snaps her head quickly to glare at me. Oh, so it’s my fault. I stand up and walk towards her, swaying my hips, I stop in front of her and chuckle. “Oh, it doesn’t matter what I wear, I’ll always get looks. Actually-” I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra letting it fall, then I slowly begin taking off my undies, leaving the rest of my clothes in a puddle on the floor.

I notice her trying not to look, but her body gives her away. I can notice her breath picking up and she softly begins to pant. I have an idea. I flip my hair over one shoulder, showing off my neck, and I run my hand down the center of my chest. I lean closer to her, our lips inches apart. “You can’t look away either.” I close** off the last few inches between us, her lips are soft and sweet. She doesn’t kiss back for a few seconds, than, when she does, well, let's just say, it was a long night.

… ◆ …

“Catherine isn’t my real name.” I look up at her, our bodies tangled together in a blob of satisfaction and smooth skin. “Oh yeah?” I caress the curve of her body, leaving my hand on her hip. “Mhmm, my full name is Dani Catherine Wodeloke. It just, Dani never sounded as professional and Carl never liked it much, so I go by Catherine.” She stares towards the ceiling as she absentmindedly plays in my hair. “I like Dani better, it fits you and your perky little ass, who knew you had a body like that, under all that fabric.” I smile up towards her as I sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of my mattress. “Thanks, well, I need to get going. This was..fun.” When I turn around to face her, she’s already picking up her clothes. “What’s with the hesitation?” I stand up and lean against the wall. “No, hesitation just, I want to be clear that this was a mistake, fun, but a mistake.” She tugs on her underwear and goes to look for her rags of a dress.

“A mistake? Dani, I rocked your fucking suburban world.” She scoffs and stands back up, looking at me from across the mattress. “Yeah, which is actually what I was saying, your a whore, Jamie.” Okay, now I’m pissed. I charge towards her, she begins to walk backwards, being stopped by the wall. I pin her between my arms, flashes from my old life and memories begin to play in my head. I kiss her hard and rough, nipping and biting at her lips, bruising them. Only parting to whisper a few, quick words, “If I’m a whore Dani, you ain’t no better because at least I didn’t cheat on my husband. Now get the fuck out my house.”

◆ One Month Later ◆

“ Hey Jamie! Did you ever get that heater of yours fixed? I can always come over and, take a look at it for you.” God, I can literally feel his eyes on my ass and everywhere else. I continue to puff on my cigarette as I walk past the lawn, I only stop when I see Dani watching me from the porch. I smirk slightly and push my sunglasses on top of my head. I step closely to the fence, leaning onto it to show off my boobs, glancing up at Carl through my eyelashes, “Maybe I’ll take you up on it Carl, only if you promise to take Dani to get that mole on her inner thigh checked out. While she’s out, you should come swing by.” I smile and glance towards Dani, who is as pale as a ghost, then I switch my gaze towards Carl who is slowly, and I mean slowly putting two together.

I pull my glasses over my eyes and push off the fence, flicking them both off as I continue to walk pass. Hey, I might be a whore and maybe I did destroy their marriage, however, who gives a damn? I’ll pay for it in Hell, Ha, I might even see them there.

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