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I guess I will be doing some early morning baking after all.
Twelve
-Ben-
There’sa dead cat whining that wakes me up.
I crack one eye open to look around, half asleep but unable to ignore the sound.
The sun is barely up, and my bedroom window overlooking the ocean glows an orangey pink.
Sunrise.
It’s sunrise.
Noises join the whining noise.
Loud noises.
Banging and clanging, and for a quick moment, I reach for my baseball bat, sure it’s an intruder, and my fingers meet thin air.
But then I realize it’s not a cat dying under the boardwalk. It’s music. Whiney fucking girl music blaring, and another voice scream-singing along.
Fucking Lola.
My eyes open fully, and my head moves to look at the clock.
Five thirty a.m.
Five fucking thirty in the Goddamn morning.
Is she out of her damn mind? I know she was up late, knocking on my door at midnight and telling me to turn my music down.
She has to be tired—that was just five hours ago.
Then it hits me.
This is retaliation.
Sweet Lola’s form of retaliation is giving me a taste of my own medicine,loud medicine, at five on a Saturday.
Last night when she came down, asking for me to turn down my music, I should have agreed. Admittedly, there was no reason for it to be so loud—none at all. But fuck if some part of me wasn’t sitting there in front of that damn fucking picture, charcoal in hand, enjoying the fact that I was keeping her up.
She’s my own kind of torture.
Even when I’m in my zone, she’s on my mind.
I’d be a liar if I even tried to deny that.
So when she knocked on my door, all polite and smiling, clearly trying to be a good human, I should have done the same. Smiled, apologized, and turned down my music.
But I didn’t. Instead, all I could see was the image I didn’t realize I was drawing on my desk, the image angering me.
Braids.
I was drawing two braids, not quite symmetrical, scattered ends tipping out of the folds where they didn’t quite make it in, trailing down a back.
A naked back. Freckles and shoulder blades and the curve of a spine.
