I've never been much of a writer. It's never been too much of an interesting form of expression for me. But every now and then I get this urge to write down these ideas for short stories that pop into my head. They aren't even full stories. Just rough ideas. Maybe more like a scene from a story. A snippet that could be a part of a bigger story. This is one of those ideas.I got stuck on it and I don't think I'll be finishing it any time soon. I don't think it's really meant to be finished at all. I think I just needed to let my brain flow for a bit and this is the end result. It's also something I haven't shared about here on my site.I thought I'd share.
"Hurry up! Stop being a little bitch and get in." She always had a way with words. "I wonder if I can get this open?"
"What if someone comes by? I heard the police do SWAT training in there. What if we're in there and the police come by and they shoot our ass by accident?" I was reluctant to go inside. I always was reluctant to go anywhere, but that's what was so great about following behind her. She could get me to go anywhere.
"Hell yeah!" She got the door to open pretty easily. As well as I knew her, there was still a lot that I didn't know about her. Like how she knew how to open that locked door. I never asked. She walked over to the hole in the glass and leaned on the counter. "Welcome to Century Theaters"
I walked up to the glass and looked inside the little box office she had just broken into. "Hi. One please for 'Chitty Chitty Gang Bang'."
"Pffffttttt.... HAHAHA!" Her laugh echoed through the big empty lobby. "You're fucking perverted." She slid the imaginary ticket over to me through the slot at the bottom of the glass window.
"Says you. I'd like to think I'm a pretty classy guy. I masturbate with my pinky out, thank you very much." We might not have shared every little detail of our lives with each other, but shit could we make each other laugh. I think that's what was the foundation for our relationship. There was never a need to know more about her past. It was almost like we had already known each other our whole lives when we met. Things just clicked.
"Fuck your class and get in here. I wanna go check this place out." I looked back to the parking lot to make sure no one was coming before I followed her in.
"I remember this place so much. I still can't believe it's closed. It's like, all my childhood movie going experiences took place here. You know, I still remember going to watch 'The Lion King' when it first came out." It was pitch black in the lobby. It had been a few years since I had last been in the theater, but I had been there so many times as a kid, I knew exactly what I was looking at.
She turned around and walked backwards to talk to me. "I remember watching that shitty sea lion movie here. I can't think of the name, but I remember being so excited for it." She was always pretty brave. Walking backwards in an abandoned movie theater in the dark. Stuff like that was nothing to her. It was almost like she didn't care. Now that I look back on it, she was probably overcompensating for something. She HAD to be brave. I still like to think she just WAS brave.
"'Andre'! I love that 'Free Willy' rip off of a movie. I think I still have it on VHS."
"Let's try to get up to one of the projection rooms. I've always wanted to go up there." The place was empty. There was nothing left. The marquee was gone. The soda machines were gone. The arcade was gone. Even the chairs and tables at the food stand were gone. It was a complete shell of a place that once had life flowing through its halls.
"I know how to get up there. There's some stairs down the hall over there. I'm pretty sure that's the way up." We walked towards the hallway leading to the staircase. She let me catch up to her.
"I knew you'd come inside with me. I don't know why you act like such a little bitch sometimes." She really liked pushing my buttons. Even when she didn't mean it intentionally, you could tell she was enjoying it.
"Would you stop calling me a little bitch?"
"Now you're whining like one."
"..."
"What?"
"Keep it up and I'm gonna leave you're ass here in the dark and on my way out, I'm gonna pray to the powers that be that you get attacked by some hobo who lives here."
"That'd scare the shit out of me, if some hobo came out of no where and asked for change."
"You really think he'd be asking you for change?"
"Fuck if I'm putting out for his ass." If I had left her there and some hobo had come out and attacked her, I'd feel sorry for the hobo. She was your typical, run of the mill tough girl. Girlie on the outside, tough as fuck on the inside. Though, as tough as she was on the inside, I knew she was a softy deep down. I'd never seen her cry, but I just knew she did on occasion. It was usually on nights like this one that I gave me a little insight to how emotional she really was. A call in the middle of the night to go out on some random adventure. The calls themselves would only last a few words.
"Now I really don't know about this. I can't see shit down the hallway."
"Use your phone." We both pulled out our phones to light the way. It was really dark. The kinda dark that gets your head to fuck with you. You start imagining something pop out at you. The kind of things that scared you as a kid when you were left in the dark. It was fucking with her head too. I could feel it.
"Here it is." We had made it up the stairs and to the room. The door was opened. I walked in to the room in front of her.
"I don't need you to protect me." She hated when I'd do things to 'protect' her.
"I'm not protecting you. I just want first crack at the hobo." I was totally protecting her.
"Hey look, it's a reel." The room was for the most part empty. There was trash all over and some empty boxes on a table next to the reel she found. "I can't make out what movie it is. It's not labeled. Fuck it, finders keepers." She put the reel in her bag. She was always looking for 'souvenirs' to remind her of the night. She had said once before that when we hung out at night, it was always good times and she liked to remind herself of the good times with her 'souvenirs'.
"Nice, we can get up onto the roof from here."
"Look who grew a pair."
"I wish, for one day only, that you were a guy... or a really butch chick, just so I could beat the shit out of you." It wasn't a brother/sister kind of relationship. It wasn't a boyfriend/girlfriend kind either. We never shared a kiss. We didn't have mutual friends. We just knew each other. We enjoyed each others company. We just understood each other.
Comments (5)
Niggaz be wildin' out sick wild on dem hobos?
It feels like a character study. I can see how it's complete; it's just us observing the characters and learning about them. Character studies are good, they're a lost art.
Girlie has a a sailor's moufff! But I like it! I hope you continue this.
@Drakonskyr - Mr. DMV, I totally blew you off last week. My bad, yo. How's your sunday evening looking?
@ModernBunny - Character study, huh? I didn't know that was something people did. Would you happen to know of any character studies worth reading?
@iDesireeRose - Aww, Des, thanks! YOU ROCK!
@Lithium98 - Unfortunately not off the top of my head. Like I said, they aren't written much anymore. Here are a couple of examples, though, of this type of writing, where the characters are more important than plot.
http://www.untitledbooks.com/fiction/character-studies/