You Don't Need Eyes To See How Much I Care

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Our Favorite Place

And just like that, the boyfriend left Celia there. What was he suddenly feeling? Guilt, blame, or was it his favorite, anger? Arthur closed his eyes, the anger in him was boiling but he preached the truth, what kind of man would leave his girl like that? That disgusted him, she gave him no real reason to leave her like that and just like that he ditched. The hurt on her face killed him, she was the all mighty Celia and now she was vulnerable in a place where she was a complete outcast. The music was louder this time and Jake was making his way towards the bar. Jake slapped him on the back,

“Alright bud, you’re good to take a break.” 

Arthur didn't flinch but looked at Celia, she was talking to him, and over all the music he heard did he leave?

“Yeah, he left…” he answered her and closed his eyes.

Arthur hopped across the counter and landed beside Celia. He took her hand into his and began pulling her through the crowd of people that gathered as the next song came on. He gave Jake the look, the one that indicated that he had some shit to deal with, and that he’d be back as soon as he could.

“C’mon Celia,” he began “Just follow my voice”

Words ran through his head, the therapist always told him to never let the voices take control, and that he needed to be in control at all times. He wanted to hold her and bring her somewhere safe, she wanted to go home but he knew of a better place, one of their favorite places to go when they were kids. The crowds were growing bigger as the music changed to the next song, getting out of here was becoming difficult to do but he made it to the door. As he reached outside squeals from girls who were waiting to get in, the girls that attempted to convince him that they were the best girls in bed. He brought her towards the back where his bike was parked, he could hear girls calling for him but he ignored every single one pulling Celia with him. Celia was saying something to him but he was too distracted to answer her except get her to the place where she could find peace.

“It’s going to be okay, I’m taking you somewhere safe” he said to her as he placed a helmet on her head.

Arthur put his own helmet on and helped her get on first instructing her to place her feet accordingly while she found her footing. He gave her a quick run-down of how to sit safely. She was attentive when they got outside. Finally when he got on the bike he mentioned to hold onto him, she did so and somehow it felt right this time. A sigh escaped his lips as he started the engine on his bike and in less than 10 seconds they were moving. He could hear a small gasp from her lips; he could only imagine the difference. Feeling something versus not seeing it made riding another experience. Being in the city he was forced to drive the speed limit with the red lights. Celia’s shaking lessened but the clutch on him was still a little tight and he kinda liked it. It brought back memories when he held onto her for dear life when they were younger, but this time it was her holding onto him.

“It’s going to be okay, just relax.” He managed to yell to her “just hold on.”

After what felt like brake checking he managed to get out of the city and towards the outskirts where it was mostly all road which he preferred. He hit the gas and soon the bike was going faster, faster than usual but it felt great to be driving out here. It was exhilarating and he enjoyed driving at this speed. The adrenaline was pumping through him and he hoped that she wasn’t too afraid. For a moment he forgot where he was taking her, but reality came crashing back. They were almost there.

Applying the brakes he finally slowed down to a complete stop before putting the bike into park and turning the engine off. His baby had yet to fail him. He got off first and then took her hand to help her off. She seemed distracted and for a moment he couldn’t tell if she was panicking. He removed the helmet from her head and she was attempting to fix the helmet hair. Arthur removed his helmet before placing them onto the bike.

“I know you wanted to go home but I thought maybe bringing you here was a good idea…” he began trailing off as he took her arm pulling her gently with him.

Their favorite place, an abandoned playground -- still intact from when they went to school, was still kicking with swings, a jungle gym, a child’s dream. Parts of it was rusty from the lack of care but it didn’t matter, the swings was all they needed. The creepy thing about the playground was that it was near a graveyard, a local cemetery stretched through it so the noises were normal but that’s why the two of them loved coming here to think. The wind gently blew against them causing the swings to swing slightly making a noise as they got closer. Just from that noise, she should’ve known where he took her. He placed her hand on the swing and let go taking a seat on the other one beside her.

“I know coming here wasn't necessary but I don’t know…” he said softly as she took a seat

She was silent, maybe composing all of her thoughts and attempting to say something. The moon shone down on them giving him at least vision to see her and the park altogether.

“Are you doing okay? I’m not exactly the best at words…you know me…”

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Fuck You

Celia held her breath.  Wow. Wow. Wow.  Wow.  Wow.  Arthur.  Arthur had changed.  It was more than the muscles.  It was more than the voice.  It was … she almost wanted to think everything about him.  The Arthur she knew and remembered and loved … he wouldn’t have had the guts.  She felt overwhelmed.  She felt betrayed and loved and guilty.  Arthur wasn’t her Arthur anymore, but he remembered their relationship.  He treasured their friendship, no matter the years that had gone by.  But.  Even after all they’ve gone through (probably because they had gone through what they had gone through), she felt guilty.  Percy didn’t deserve to be yelled at, she thought.  He was just reacting--very strongly to an idea that she had kept from him.  She had kept a secret from him, so he exposed a secret of hers.  Karma, right? The silence seemed to last an eternity before the music started playing again.  She felt Percy’s hand slip from her shoulders, and then she felt him leave.  A song nearly ended before she registered what had happened.  She put a hand on the counter.  “D- … did he just leave?” She asked quietly, unable to believe it.  But she felt cold.  And alone.  Which was what she felt whenever she argued with Percy and he left.  She shuddered.  Maybe he was just playing a joke on her.  Revenge.  In this crowd, she’d never be able to find him.  Too many people.  Too much noise.  Her heart sped.  “Arthur?” She spun around in the direction of the bar.  Was Arthur still there?  Hopefully, he was.  Please let him be there.  “Did he leave?”  However, she knew the answer before he even spoke.  Percy had left her.  He never did that before, not like this.  Not abandon her and make her realize just how helpless she was. No.  She was better than that. “I need to get back home.”  Again, she said it too quietly.  She covered her ears.  The noise was dizzying.  Cell phone.  She began to rummage through her purse for her cell phone but paused.  Who was she going to call?  No way in hell was she going to call Percy.  He probably wouldn’t even pick up.  She wasn’t even sure what to think about his disappearance.  Her parents?  What would they think about her in this kind of place?  Not to mention, what would they think about her relationship with Percy at the moment?  She didn’t want to think about it … Janette?  Janette was nice.  Yeah, maybe.  She pulled out her cell phone but the noise kept interfering with her voice commands.  “Arthur, I need to get home.  Can you call a taxi for me?” She asked, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.  Hopefully, he was still there.  Hopefully, she wasn’t talking to air.  Hopefully, the bar patrons weren’t snickering at her.  She was good enough liar.  She could lie to herself when she needed it.  She was strong.  She was okay.  She’ll be fine.  Fuck Percy.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

What the fuck dude

The music was perfect tonight, the DJ did listen to his suggestions and the crowd went wild at the selection of music. The bar, as usual, was packed with girls slipping their numbers on napkins back to him and all he could do was smirk at them and assure them that he’d be able to talk to them when he took a break from the bar. The ladies were swooning over him but even though all the ladies seemed to be interested in him, he did his good deed and helped introduce these ladies to a few single guys that came by every night asking him for tips to getting it with the ladies; Arthur assured them that he’d introduce them. One girl always came to visit, you could say they were a thing but she was the go-to girl for sex and a good time. He called their relationship ‘friends with benefits’ and he was okay with that.

“Hello Arthur.”

Her voice purred as she took a seat in her usual spot putting a hand on the counter. Arthur making drinks for a party of ladies smiled when he heard her voice. There was always something about her that made him go crazy and he showed it when they had sex. As he slid the drinks down to the party he turned to his lovely guest.

“Hello Tori.” He leaned in towards her taking her hand into his and planting a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “What can I get you tonight?” he asked as he let go of her hand and cross his arms on the counter keeping his distance close to her.

Victoria, who went as Tori, bit her lip and then smiled. He always seemed to know what to say to make a girl swoon. “I’ll take a cosmo, but I wanna be sober when you’re on break.” She winked at him with a smile on her face as Arthur placed her drink in front of her. “Meet me in the usual spot in an hour.” He said to her before leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. Tori chuckled softly and disappeared into the crowd drink in hand. Oh how much he liked her. Tori had olive skin color with long, wavy curls that brought together a brown eyed beauty with perfect eyebrows, small nose and flawless skin. Being from a large chested family she was gifted with natural large breasts which she had no problem showing off when she wanted something. Tonight she wore a low cut strapless dress which exposed a lot of cleavage and knowing from experiences with her she only wore this dress when she wanted a lot more than usual.

The clock was ticking and it was almost time for his break until his partner in crime would take his shift for an hour and then the two would work together. Arthur was excited to know that tonight was going to be a good night especially with an olive skinned bombshell that was ready for him. Arthur had about thirty minutes before Jake came in and he spotted Jake enjoying himself on the dance floor with a lady he was very fond of lately. There was even talk that he may make a commitment with this girl which Arthur didn’t believe would happen. He Arthur let the music take control of his body and soon he was in his mojo, his comfort zone, and he was serving drinks left and right  easily while the tips came pouring in from customers. Strangely enough his usual customers (who were men) tipped heavy because Arthur had done what he had promised which was get them girls and he did just that and some even actually got married. It was a pleasure to help a fellow guy out especially since he couldn’t get a girl in his younger days. And then he had his other usual customers (female) who were more than willing to pay heavy for something extra from him. One could say he was an undercover prostitute at the club but it brought it more revenue, his boss couldn’t complain but told him to keep doing what he’s doing. It was a win-win situation after all, casual sex which ladies and barely legal girls were willing to pay for his ‘services’ and tonight he counted at least five ladies who ordered him as a drink.

Arthur was making drinks so fast that he even threw some tricks in that he had been practicing and tonight the tricks came out on top and applause from both sides of the bar came and he bowed as he passed the drinks down the bar to the gentleman and his companion at the bar tonight. But during that time more people gathered at the bar and seats were being taken as his usuals left to go dance. He stopped to talk to a small party of college girls who were there to take their recently turned 21st friend out to legally get drunk. She was gorgeous, long blond hair that stretched halfway down her back and blue eyes with a cute little nose and luscious pink colored lips.

“Well Happy Birthday Allison…glad you’re here to celebrate your 21st,” he began “Since it’s official today your drinks are on the house by yours truly.” He pointed to himself and brought out shots to get them started. “Remember now…don’t get too shitfaced; a stunning girl like yourself wouldn’t look great passed out unless you wanted to be in bed with that guy over there.” He pointed to a sad lonely man who was clearly out of it and passed out and then leaned in closer so that she could only hear him. “Unless you’d rather be passed out somewhere with me.” He whispered in her ear before smiling at her friends who were curious to see what he had said to her before leaving to the other side of the bar to find a gentleman waving him down.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

But her voice made it clear. “Well shit Celia, I figured I left my wallet there when I left.” He laughed and tried to match a name with this face that was standing behind her with a hand tightly on her waist. She mentioned free drinks tonight and he had no problem with that, it was something to break his train of thought of determining who this guy was. “I can get you free drinks tonight,” he began attempting to go through the list in his head. “This one is called ‘silk panties’” placing a drink in front of Celia and then brought a regular scotch for her friend. But once the drinks were placed he could feel the gaze from this guy and it was beginning to feel uncomfortable, who the hell was this guy? Celia had mind reading skills because she introduced the guy to him. There was something about him that he didn’t like it and it wasn’t just how he acted around her. He was possessive, that was something that seemed obvious to the eye but also protective which wasn’t a bad thing unless it got to the point of controlling. Finally he got a name, Percy, Percy Burks. Arthur held a hand out to him and Percy shook it. Strong grip, this guy didn’t like him already.

“Well you came at a great time actually, this is around the time where the music slows down a bit and you can more drinks from my partner in crime who’s taking over for me in a bit.” He began but then noticed that Celia leaned in to talk to him. Moving in, he didn’t think she was actually being serious about his offer but hey there was always space. Before he could say a word she was pulled back hard. This was unexpected.

This was the time where he tried to work his magic and help his best friend get out of this situation, he was only doing her a favor and if moving in was such a big deal then maybe he’d convince having her move in with her own boyfriend afterall, why should this be an issue? Words swarmed his head with how it should be said and then it was like the guy was throwing her away like she was completely useless.

“She’s blind!  You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into!”

It made sense and it answered some questions that popped up earlier when they met. And for a moment there was silence in the room, it was just like the bad timing of a different song.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing. I’ve grown up with this girl and I owe her my life for all that she’s done for me in the past. So what she’s blind, she’s always been independent and yeah she may need a hand here and there from time to time but hey that’s what you’re supposed to do as her boyfriend right? I’m not here to lecture you on how to treat your girlfriend because I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly settled down myself but I know well enough that if you’re going to be in a relationship with someone who may be disabled in one way doesn’t mean you go around telling people secrets like this which I’m sure she’s said many times to you not to say to anyone and you take care of them no matter what even if it’s the little things that they may need help with. You’ve already put yourself in bad spot in my eyes, the least you can do is be good to her and listen when she says not to tell secrets to anyone even her old best friend from school. But hear me out alright, I’m not trying to create any problems right now but if you’re willing to apologize to her and mean it I’ll be willing to forget that this incident ever happened.”

It was a long speech and he wasn’t done explaining himself. “If you’re still hung up about the whole situation I’ll let you come by and inspect the place for yourself to make sure that it’s suitable for Celia so that you can be assured that NOTHING will be going on between us when you’re not there or whatever else is going through your thick head. I’m just trying to help my best friend out because for once I can actually be helpful to her rather than getting beat up from bigger guys.” He glanced over at Celia who looked hurt from Percy’s words but she seemed better knowing that it was his turn to stand up for her and be that best friend that she needed right now.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Time to Drop the Bomb

Celia perked at the mention of an extra room at Arthur’s place.  “Definitely interested!  How—”  She paused when the clock chimed, marking the end of her shift and the beginning of a new hour.  Unfortunately, it also marked the end of her catch-up time with Arthur, and she frowned at what Arthur had to say next.  After all those years without protecting him or gushing over comics and video games with him, her heart dropped at the mention of him having to leave for work.  She had been swimming in this weird nostalgia, composed of the feelings memories of Arthur invoked contrasted with the feelings changed Arthur was invoking.  On the one hand, she was thrilled to be able to talk with her best friend again.  On the other hand … how could this ex-wimp have grown to be so … successful?  He had a noble job (hey, alcohol was the nectar of the gods), wasn’t living in his parents’ basement (something she felt was a real danger in high school), and had enough muscle and confidence to fend of any bully who might get in his way.  He had the freedom and independence she craved for the past five years.  How did he get there before she did? That jealousy disappeared the moment he told her he had to leave.  Feelings invoked by memories of Arthur overcame the jealousy, and Celia found herself still wanting to ask more about his flat and video games and job. “Give me your number so I can text you mine.”  Out of habit, she blinked several times before his comment registered.  Her frown deepened, and she stood up as well, ready to hold him down for just a few more minutes.  “I haven’t seen my wimp in yea—” “Celia, I think we’ll have to find a day where we’re both free.  Just give me your number.”  His tone shut her up.  She swallowed uncomfortably, trying to suppress the pang of guilt.  He was right.  He had work, and even if her shift was about to end and the restaurant was pretty much dead, she had work too.  Still, this wasn’t the Arthur she knew.  What else about him had changed?  “At least you’re still a goody two-shoes.  You’re right and everything, but you owe me,” she said with a smirk, and then out spilled her number: “225-5654.”  She soon felt her phone vibrate as Arthur texted her his number.  However, she didn’t have much time to react as her body tensed from his hug—all muscle and cologne.  The lack of familiar bones further discomforted her.  Despite having hugged him earlier, she still wasn’t used to this.  Hello, Mr. Hulk.  And then he was gone. Sighing, she absently spun the chord of her apron around her fingers.  “Who was thaaat?” Janette sang, jumping into place besides her.  Celia didn’t even flinch at that.  “Yeah, who was that?”  But that made her let out a little screech. “Percy!” She smiled, twirling around in the direction of his voice.  She reached out, and his hands met hers halfway briefly before settling on her hips.  “You surprised me.  I only have so many lives,” she said, holding him tightly.  “How long have you been here?” “I came in just as he left.  Also, I lost a life of my own when you texted me,” he replied. She pulled back, sighing.  “But I told you I took the robber down bare-handed, yo’.  You see any bruises on this pretty face?” Percy tapped his forehead against hers and shook his head.  “Who was that?” He asked again. Her grin widened.  “You’ll be pleased to know that was my disciple.  He was under my wings up through high school, and today, he helped me take down that robber.  I’m so proud of him.  I’ll introduce you some time.” “He left his wallet,” Janette said.  “What a sexy beast.” “Can I, can I?” Celia reached a hand out in Janette’s direction and, after a moment’s hesitation, felt the wallet fall into her hand.  Just as she was about to pull out her phone to read it, Percy snatched it from her.  “Arthur Pickett.  23 years old.  6’1” and 120 lbs.  Got some cash and cards,” he said.  “What?  Were you going to respect his privacy too?” He responded to the stern look she gave him.  Her hand climbed up his arm and took the wallet back. “If you behave, I’ll get you free alcohol,” she told him sternly.  Guess she was going to meet Arthur again sooner than later.  After thanking Janette for covering the last hour of her shift while she had been catching up with Arthur, she promised she’d make up for it tomorrow and left with Percy who took her home to change out of her uniform into a casual dress.  In the car, she had brought Percy up to speed and told him her plans for the night: after dinner together, they were going to visit Arthur.  She could hear the discomfort in his voice.  “Cece, you hate crowds.  I know what bar he works at and, trust me, it’s not what you think it is.  It’s loud and—can we visit his place another time?” “Just this one time, okay?”  She squeezed his hand.  Then silent tension plagued the rest of the car trip, but she ignored it.  Here was a chance to get out of her parents’ house.  It was so close.  She hadn’t told Percy about it yet, however.  Whenever she had complained about it, he had never offered her a spot at his place.  Sure, she would have had to deal with a cramped apartment and three other male roommates, but she was desperate.  And of course, she would have loved to move in with him, but whenever she suggested the idea, he’d brush her off: “you’d barely have any privacy,” “there’s just not enough room, Cece,” “there’s no way your parents would let you,” or just an “I’m sorry.”  He didn’t even try.  She was hoping talking with Arthur might change his mind, but even if it didn’t, she’d still be out of her parents’ basement. - - - - - - - - They had dinner at an Italian restaurant, followed by a walk along the waterfront.  Around 11 PM, Percy drove them to the bar in accord with the directions Arthur had told Celia minus the line part.  She still had to tell Arthur about it. Percy pulled the car to a stop.  Celia could her the bass and then the concern in his voice.  “Are you sure about this?” He asked. “Yes.” He sighed. Knowing the club would be too crowded for her to navigate by herself, she left her cane in the car.  With nimble fingers, she checked that her hair was still up and no bobby pins were sticking out before slipping her hand in Percy’s hand.  The music got louder, and she could feel the warmth of more people.  Percy took her inside.  Music and heat hit her.  Sweaty shoulders bumped into hers, jostling her around, making her stick closer to Perc,y and reminding her why she hated crowds so much.  Her hand squeezed Percy’s more tightly.  “Do you see him?” She asked, but Percy didn’t seem to hear her.  She couldn’t even hear herself.  The second time, she shouted the question, and, after a moment’s pause, Percy shouted a “YES” back at her.  He brought her to the bar’s edge, where the music wasn’t quite as loud, and helped her into a seat.  Instead of taking a seat, he stood beside her with a hand at her waist.  Swearing never to put herself in this situation again, she rested a hand on the counter and noted how light was coming faintly from it. Percy must have signaled him over; otherwise, she wouldn’t have heard Arthur’s voice so clearly.  She broke out into a mischievous grin when she heard his voice and pulled out his wallet. “Seems like you forgot something, Arty.” She waved his wallet around before quickly pulling it back and setting it on her lap under the counter.  “But first, free drinks, right?  Surprise us.”  She touched Percy’s arm and waved her other hand between him and Arthur.  “By the way, this is Percy Burks, my awesome boyfran.  Percy, Arthur Pickett, my awesome wimp.” She leaned in and told Arthur, “I wanted to ask you about moving into your place.”  Immediately, the hand Percy had had at her waist pulled back. “Wait, what?” He asked.  She felt him grab her shoulders turning her towards him.  “You didn’t tell me about this.”  The sound of betrayal in his tone made her stomach drop, but she knew he would have been upset.  Of course, he’d be upset.  Why would he be happy?  They weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other.  She knew that.  It’s okay.  They’d recover.  They’d been through worse before.  She just had to bear this moment and wait.  They’d be okay.  This was only temporary. She turned away from him.  “I’ve been thinking about moving out for a while.  You know that!”  She closed her eyes.  Her chest hurt.  Percy let her go.  Then he told Arthur something she had made him promise never to tell other people. “She’s blind!  You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into!”

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Let's Party

His eyes were focused on her face and he knew something was different. Most of the time eyes followed motion but her eyes to be in one spot at all time when he shifted which could mean that she was blind but why else would her eyes stay in one spot. But she moved the conversation forward and he chuckled to himself. Arthur couldn’t remember the last time he felt happy. The last time he talked this much was forever ago, maybe reuniting with Celia was a good thing afterall.

“The ladies? I suppose they flock, but I think they have this idea that they actually have a chance when I have no interest in anyone. But if being your wimp is important then I supposed I can make an exception.”

It was true though, Arthur wanted sex but they wanted more. But in a way they did get what they wanted as well, a piece of him that they’d never forget. But he was okay with just having casual sex, no commitment, and he was still richer than he was before. Her hands wandered to his arm and he tensed up from her touch, he hadn’t felt something gentle since high school. Every hit he took were punches and nails on his back from the nights of being with girls from the bar but nothing as gentle as her hand.

“Oh, Arthur, I feel like you hate all human beings,” Arthur laughed softly “I don’t hate everyone, I just don’t like the company of some people.” Arthur watched her expression change and then just like that she was close to him, her mouth near his ear, and suddenly he found himself remembering those times in high school when she would take care of any problem he had and held him when everything seemed to be bad. She was like a sister to him and he loved that about her, she was a wonderful “sister” to him.

“I could put your drinks on my tab so sure, I’ll give you the address.” He began “It’s about 10 blocks away on central ave, right on the corner where the line starts. Once you see the line go around the corner you know you’re in the right spot.”

She nodded at his directions and then continued on to filling him in with her life story during the few years they were apart filling in on her degree status and being stuck in her parent’s basement. For some reason he piped up eager to let her know that he did have an extra room.

“I have an extra room if you’re interested. And yes I still have video games if you cared that much.” He chuckled at her eagerness to play and her confidence, oh how he loved her confidence. And part of him was scared to let her back into his new life, his new lifestyle with alcohol, cigars, women, and sex. Was she ready to see his new life and live with him as a roommate or would she kindly decline? His head was screaming that she declined but other parts of him said otherwise. Arthur took a deep breath in awaiting her response but glanced to the window to find that it had cleared up from before. Then he heard the clock on the wall make a sound to indicate an hour had gone by. Where had the time gone?

“I don’t mean to bail but I gotta get to work for ten, you’re welcome to stop by sometime tonight if you want.” He fumbled around his pocket looking for his phone and managed to fish it out of his back pocket. “Give me your number so I can text you mine.” Arthur was fast on his feet as Celia spoke her although she did give a little fight. “Celia I think we’ll have to find a day where we’re both free just give me your number.” He was a little forceful and she could hear it in his tone, but he had to go. He sent her a text to her phone before he gave her a hug before running out.

Arthur ran, time was not on his side tonight. Once he reached his place he fumbled through his pockets to find his key and let himself in. His thoughts were running wild from trying to figure out what to wear at the bar tonight to just talking to Celia again. She hadn’t changed, but he did, and for some reason he had a feeling that it bothered her a little. Arthur wasn’t her wimpy, little brother to take care of or the skinny kid with bones that could be crushed easily or the geeky kid that could fit into school lockers. Arthur didn’t miss those days and honestly he wouldn’t change anything since then. Deciding on a long, black dress shirt, he topped it off with a skinny tie and jeans; a classic look for most bartenders and easy to breathe in. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and he was on his way. Something stopped him in his tracks, he was missing something. Where was his wallet? Arthur tried to think back to every place he was at today and then it hit him, he left it with Celia. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he ran out of there and he sighed. There was no time to get it now, maybe this was fate telling him that he needed to see Celia sooner than later.

He checked his watch and he still had five minutes left to get there. As he neared the busy streets the line heading into the bar was long and loud which meant tonight was going to be busy which meant he was going to do well tonight. Some ladies whistled at him as he walked by and he winked at them. Some called his name and gave him the look which was their way of saying ‘I’ll meet you in the back.’ And he had a few of those looks come his way which meant he was really going to be busy tonight. The bouncer, Phil gave him one of those looks.

“Remember that you’re closing tonight.” Phil called to him as Arthur headed inside. “We’ll see about that Phil, 10 bucks says it’s not me.” He yelled back heading through the dark hall which lead to a ginormous room with a disco light and his second home, the bar. The bar itself stretched from one end of the room till about halfway through the room. The DJ on tonight was preparing before they were going to let everyone in to dance and enjoy themselves. Arthur was smiling in the dimly lit room as he made his way behind the sleek bar that now had LED lights to light it up. The bar used to be wood, but they changed it to a see through material with lights to give the bar more of a dance club vibe to it and personally he enjoyed it. Luckily he got away with so much behind the bar that some people never noticed the small things that happened with him.

Arthur took a rag to the counter wiping it to make sure that it was clean and ready for the drink orders. He did a quick check to make sure every bottle was in its spot and then he gave the DJ a nod which meant for him to start the music. As soon as the music got louder the crowd got closer inside and soon, it was time to party.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

I need an escape.

“Funny, because it seems all girls want to do is get smaller,” she said, patting her head as if that would make her shorter.  However, in all honesty, being on the taller side had never bugged her as much as staying thin.  “But yes, you’re looking great.  Although I’m sure the women flock to you, you will always be my wimp.”  Her fingers climbed up his arm and then ruffled his hair.  Intimacy turned playful, but otherwise, she wouldn’t have known where to reach.  Poking his eyes out would have been awkward at the least. “So you’ve been working here recently?” She nodded but then raised her brows at his next comment.  “I hope you’re being sarcastic,” she replied with a smile, before he launched into his life.  They had so much to catch up on, and Arthur seemed to be in a talking mood, so she was content being the listener.  Plus, his voice.  It was attractive before, but now it was ironic.  In her head, all she saw was the old Arthur.  She raised her brows at the right moments and smiled when he needed it; it wasn’t so much acting as reacting at the right time.  “Oh, Arthur, I feel like you hate all human beings,” she said with a smirk.  “You need to give me the directions to your bar; free alcohol sounds great.”  She whispered the last part as if it were a secret.  “But it’s good to know you’re happy.”  Her tone was serious.  And then he shifted the conversation in her direction. She turned to the ceiling thoughtfully, and then with a grin, she gave him a thumbs-up.  “Yes, computer science.  Be proud, my wimpy sidekick.”  She didn’t bother to attach a story this time; she held mixed feelings about her degree.  “Doesn’t sound as great as criminal justice, but …”  She trailed off and shrugged.  “Eh, there’s no buts.  I’m stuck here meanwhile.  I love the people; I just hate the job.”  Again, she whispered the last part.  “I can do better, but Odin doesn’t understand his child.”  She paused, reconsidering.  “My father.  Parents in general.  Alas, I love them, but I’m still stuck in my parents’ basement.  I don’t suppose you’ve got a place to stay?”  Full of hope in her eyes, she turned to him.  “Also, do you still play video games?  Because I’m damn sure I can beat you now.”  With a smirk, she nearly sang the last part.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

So instead of being quiet I'm rambling instead

So this was the famous Celia Richards who he went to high school with. Who knew? He couldn’t believe this was her in the flesh. Maybe he shouldn’t have listened to those rumors afterall. “Well everyone said you moved after high school but anyway, that’s beside the point.” He said as she continued on. He was happy to see her yet he could feel that something was off about her. She had changed her ways since the last time he had saw her his senior year in high school and maybe just maybe something traumatic did happen.

She told her story of what she was known for in school and he couldn’t help but smile, a small smile, but regardless a real smile. He gave her a look, “Wimpy soul? Oh please, I’m no wimp no more.” He assured her as she embraced him. Arthur embraced her back until he pulled back when she almost cursed, “Um…” he was unsure how to respond; couldn’t she tell from looking at him…unless. Her hands pat areas on his body, and he only shrugged. “I worked out is all, all for a common goal. Couldn’t be small my entire life you know, guys are assholes.” And that was the truth. Even after high school he would have guys on him about how weak he was but it was all to fuel him to be even stronger and bigger than some of the guys.

Arthur enjoyed working out, that he did, but he knew how big he wanted to get and he was going to keep it like this. “I’m not the Hulk Celia, and I never planned to be. I just had to get stronger for my own purposes. You don’t know how it felt to be smaller than all the other guys in high school.” He shrugged again “But I’m happy with how I am, not too big and not too small.” She only nodded to him. “But that’s beside the point. So you’ve been working here lately?” he asked she nodded “It suits you, I know that’s weird to say but it’s usually not too busy in here and it just screams your name.” She gave him a look, it was a similar look to before but he figured he might as well be quiet about it.

“So remember how I wanted to go for medicine? Yeah decided to go for criminal justice instead and attended the community college close-by; Ivy League wasn’t my thing.” He began “So instead I got my degree and currently bartend, sad right?” he sighed “But I’m happy, so I can’t complain, well mostly happy. I hate the people I work with but I never have a bad night.” He would keep those details to himself, maybe telling her that he would have a girl on her knees every night for him was something to be kept private.

“But yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to, slacking off and only bartending to keep my bills sustained.” Arthur wondered why he seemed so open today, maybe it was because he had to work tonight, or maybe he did miss Celia from high school. “I’m sure you got your degree, I know you were talking about it towards the end of senior year.” He trailed off and looked at her again, she was still looking at him like she had been, maybe asking wouldn’t be such a big deal, but if she hadn’t changed since high school she would avoid answering his question and changing the subjects just like she normally would, but it didn’t matter, it was nice to see her again.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

I have a bone to pick with you, Arthur Pickett.

Celia did her best pretending to fake visual skills by directing her gaze to his voice and raising a brow when he chuckled.  Then both brows scrunched slightly, and she spoke with a pout, “Tsk, I’ll be sure to serve you some meat the next time.”  But then she smiled.  How convincing she was, she had no idea, but there was a serious flaw: she couldn’t tell whether or not she was meeting his gaze.  She could only guess.  As he began to reply to her questions, she pulled off her blue headphones ( she was informed they were blue, but who knows ) and let them rest around her neck. She blinked several times when he mentioned knowing a Celia Richards in high school, but otherwise, she concealed any other emotion.  High school didn’t just bring fond memories of trolling helpless students.  There was also pain, which pinched at her heart.  There was regret and remorse, but she quickly brushed aside the feelings.  High school was behind her, along with all the other people she had known.  It was now only a memory she could never change.  But friends.  He mentioned being good friends, and so, she couldn’t leave the topic alone.  Curiosity and courtesy wouldn’t let her.  “Care to joggle my memory?” She asked with a smile.  A pause.  Then a name. Just a Pickett.  An Arthur Pickett. Mr. Hero was the Arthur Picket.  Caught off guard, she shook his hand clumsily but quickly regained her composure.  Hearing his name had left her a bit ruffled.  Upon receiving his question, she glanced at him with a question in her eyes, as if she wasn’t entirely sure how to answer.  She wasn’t entirely sure how to answer; she was a mix of emotions—surprise, joy, shame, irritation, happiness.  And she was grateful that he continued talking.   With a mysterious smile, she easily slipped back into conversation mode.  “Well then, I’m pretty sure I’m not her.”  It was story time.  Closing her eyes, she tuned into the sounds of the restaurant and cleared her mind.  “I don’t recall being a bully or a prankster,” she began.  “I mean I was worshipped in high school as the greatest criminal mastermind to have ever blessed their humble grounds.”  After years of practice, she could keep her laughter and smiles inside.  She wasn’t being a friend at the moment; she was being a master storyteller. A storyteller knew how to distance himself from the story, just enough so as not to ruin the surprise.  Celia only allowed herself a faint, enigmatic smile.  She blinked, cocking her head to the side.  “Oh, well … now that you mention it, I do recall taking an incredibly wimpy soul under my wings, but I doubt he became the badassery that you are, Mr. Hero.” Finally, she allowed herself to grin a grin that spilled all the secrets.  “Sorry for not calling to tell you I’m in town, Mr. Hero.  I figured your incredibly wimpy soul still needed time to heal.”  Her grin widened, and she turned to him.  Turned to him.  Maybe he hadn’t quite seen through her “I’m not a blind girl” game yet.  At the least, she hoped not.  Even if Arthur used to be her best friend, she wasn’t ready to talk about her blindness with him.  She reached over to hug him, and that was when she realized what he had meant by “looks like this.”  “Holy fu—”  She caught herself.  Cussing was against the restaurant policy.  “You are definitely … what is this, Arty?”  And as she asked she began patting him in various places.  Arms?  Muscle.  Chest?  Muscle.  Stomach?  Abs of steel.  What happened to all the bones she had fallen in love with?  Sure, she had been vaguely aware that Arthur had gained sexy muscles in high school but only to fill out his skeletal frame.  It was nothing to the point of being … hunky, for lack of a better word.  “Did you become the Hulk, while I was away?  Why are you the Hulk?  Give me back your scrawny ass.”

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Are you the Celia Richards?

Arthur leaned his head against the glass behind him, the storm was passing, it would be over soon. A voice caught his attention, the girl from the register earlier; she placed a plate of fritters before him on the table near them. “Thanks.” He took a bite from a fritter and smiled as a sigh escaped his lips. He nibbled on a few more fritters before leaving the last one on the plate and taking a few sips of the coffee. “They’re decent, too sweet for my liking but I’m not complaining.” He admitted with a chuckle. Arthur looked at her, the face, it seemed too familiar. She seemed….blind? Maybe jumping to conclusions wasn’t such a good idea.

Arthur finished the last fritter and the last of the coffee before she spoke again. “Just till the rain passes, I can manage walking through the thunder and lightning.” She shot some questions to him and before he could take a second to answer she introduced herself. Celia, Celia Richards. The name, it couldn’t be. “I went to school with a Celia Richards,” he began “I’d say we were good friends back then.” He trailed off and turned to the window again, the rain was clearing and the storm was lingering. “Arthur, Arthur Pickett.” He went to shake her hand then let go, “You wouldn’t happen to be the one that I went to school with would you?” She continued to look at him with a questioning expression but the fact that she was blind seemed to be right afterall.

“She was a bully in high school, well no, she was a prankster,” he corrected himself “But she protected me in high school, sort of.” A sigh escaped his lips “I know that’s weird to hear coming from a guy that looks like this.” He motioned to himself but she didn’t seem to notice. “But anyway, I doubt you’re her; I heard she moved from the city.” He trailed off then turned when she decided to speak up.

As she spoke he half listened at first, something about her seemed like she was the girl he went to high school with, part of him was saying no. But he gave her his full attention and listened as she started talking and from the sounds of it, she sounded like she was the girl he did go to high school with, who knew.

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Another day in the dark.

Her job was supposed to be safe.  It was supposed to be a low-stress job, requiring so little effort all she needed was to breathe the air for the energy that would get her through her shift.  In short and bluntly put, her job was supposed to be ideal for someone as disabled as she was.  That was how she sold it to her parents.  “I’ll barely be moving.  I’ll be sitting around all day punching in numbers, smiling at people, building relationships, making my place in the world,” she had said, all in the sweet, optimistic tone that she knew would rub off on her parents.  She really did care about making her place in the world.  On the other hand, her parents were less reluctant to let go; hover-mode was their default mode.  They would believe she could get a degree ( and she did ); they would believe that she was incredibly smart ( and she was ).  They would assure her that she would get a fantastic job and grow up to live in a lovely house.  However, truth was that they could barely stop themselves from hyperventilating when she would run down the street to buy some milk, even when Fenrir, her guide dog, was with her, and as soon as she mentioned crossing the street ( which happened to click or beep to signal a stop or walk ), her parents would begin bombing her with their worries.  It was their natural instinct to worry, to care, to fret; she understood that much.  However, she refused to live the rest of her life as a child. Celia Richards was twenty-three years old, a successful college graduate, and oh, legally blind.  She had been blind for six years of her life, and she had worked hard to touch the slightest drop of freedom again.  When she graduated with a bachelor’s in computer science, she was determined to free herself from her parents, but alas, things had not gone as planned.  To land a job in the computer field had proved to be strangely difficult.  She had sent out several resumes, was invited for one or two interviews, and had remained unemployed.  Her blindness was probably hurting her job opportunities; the fact grinded at Celia’s pride.  By the time her cousin offered her a job at a restaurant, she was desperate.  Sure, start small.  Her parents, worried though they were, gave her the okay but on one condition: she wasn’t allowed to work the evening shift.  Period. One small step forward.  The first few days, Celia was grateful.  In the first day, she memorized where everything behind the counter was, as well as the layout of the entire restaurant.  By installing a screen reader and hooking up a pair of headphones, she was about to know exactly which table ordered what.  It was the waiters’ jobs to tap the orders of each table into the system, and they did their jobs well.  However, by the fourth day, Celia was determined never to become a cashier again.  The restaurant, dubbed The Flying Squirrel, was renown for excellent service and modest food, but times were tough.  Some of their competitors had grown desperate enough to spread around painful rumors, and sadly the rumors were taking their toll on The Flying Squirrel.  Evenings were growing quiet; mornings and afternoons were pretty much dead. No words then could have expressed her surprise when one day someone who sounded like a zombie ( and smelled like one ) marched up to her and demanded money.  The horrified gasps and one customer’s scream told Celia that the man must have looked like a zombie as well.  Shock had made her freeze at first.  It wasn’t everyday that someone would try to rob her, and she was surprised no one had tried yet.  For a second, she relished the excitement and the shivering sense of fear.  Then the end of a cold barrel tapped against her forehead, and she realized this was reality.  She could get very hurt.  Without another moment’s hesitation, she opened up the pathetic cash register and took out the pathetic money.  As she did, she realized the event would have made an excellent story, aside from the fact that her parents would definitely force her to quite after they learned about this. The air suddenly felt colder for a moment; it felt devoid of a deadly robber.  Money in hand, Celia dared turn her head up, although she wouldn’t have been able to see anything.  It was habit, a cruel habit that reminded her everyday of what she lost, but it was a habit nonetheless. A male spoke; his voice wasn’t like a zombie’s at all.  In fact, it was rather smooth and cool yet held another edge—something dangerous that Celia had to admit was slightly attractive.  Sadly, he sounded a bit idiotic to her.  Compliment the robber?  Puh-lease.  He was trying to save the day.  He was both stupid and brave, and she liked him just a bit.  She heard the click of the gun and then perhaps a mild worry in his voice as he spoke again.  That was when Celia interjected, “Please, leave him.  Just take the money.”  Having someone die in front of her would have been inconvenient. Time moved a bit faster afterward.  The robber mumbled a “Now don’t you move” to the other man.  Then there was a clash; Celia dove under the counter.  The robber let out a groan and then a growl.  At the same time, the gun clattered to the ground somewhere near the door.  Then two bodies thumped to the floor.  Then silence.  Then a clap of thunder.  Then the rhythmic functions of life: the thump of her heart pounding in her ears and the gasping breath of the robber trying to free himself.  Someone in the kitchen must have called the police, because soon enough, the police thumped in, establishing that they had the situation under control. As soon as the police left, the restaurant burst into life.  Well, Celia heard one woman faint, but otherwise, everyone was alive and well, discussing the robbery and thanking the hero.  At some point, the hero freed himself from the throngs of praise.  His slightly attractive voice notified her of the money, and connecting headphones to her phone, she began sorting through the bills with a note reader.  The restaurant began to die away into whispers.  Another clap of thunder.  Today was eerie.  Today was different.  Might as well take advantage of that different. She didn’t think the hero had left yet.  The noise of the city rushing through opening doors would have told her, but no one had opened the doors yet.  None of the waiters had taken him to a table; she would have known that for certain.  There was but one place he could have been: the seating area, which was really just a sad bench. “Celia!  Are you okay?” The question grabbed her attention.  The voice belonged to Janette, her cousin and greatest singing opponent.  Celia felt Janette hug her, and she hugged her back. “I’m fine.  I’m fine,” Celia replied with a polite smile.  This was the perfect opportunity.  While she put the bills away, she had her cousin bring her a cup of coffee and a plate of apple fritters. One of her favorite games was called “Let's See How Long You Can Fake Visual Skills”; no pun intended.  And it began now. With food and coffee in hand, she followed a mental map of the restaurant to the bench just around the counter.  Her eyes fixed on a spot she hoped was just above the bench.  She didn’t try too hard; until he spoke, she wouldn’t know where to direct her blind gaze. “Hello, Mr. Hero,” she said.  “I figured a reward was in order.  It’s on the house,” she added with a smile.  As she set the coffee and plate on the small table ( curse that table for the times she had tripped over it ) by the bench, her phone alerted her to a text.  Percy.  That was enough to get her smiling.  Although a metallic voice ( yay, for apps ) read the text to her, she could hear Percy’s voice echoing in her head.  In short, she was hopeless. From: Friendboy To: Loki

i heard you almost got robbed  sad i wasnt there epic adventures, right? … srsly tho need me to come over?

From: Loki To: Friendboy

oh please i wrestled the robber to the ground bare-handed

From: Friendboy To: Loki

ferocious woman i’m heading over

Still grinning, she shook her head in disbelief.  Then she turned her attention back to the hero.  “How is it?  And no, you don’t need to pretend it’s delicious.”  As soon as he made a sound, she knew where he was.  She knew where to turn her gaze.  She knew where to take a seat, and she did so right beside him.  Carefully moving around the table, she took a seat beside him.  There was a moment where the darkness became just a tinge lighter, and then it vanished, replaced by the roar of thunder.  “Taking shelter from the rain?”  She asked and then gently moved on to another question.  “Where are you from?”  A pause.  Surprised, she blinked several times.  She had missed something.  “Oh, right!  Where are my manners?  The name’s Richards.  Celia Richards.”  Then with another smile, she stretched her hand for him to shake.  “Much thanks for kicking ass.”

[loveandnothingelseforyou]

Rain rain, never go away

The hours were dwindling and the clock was ticking away. His eyes were constantly watching it, he always had the thought that everything moved faster if he stared at it long enough, he still hadn’t figured that out yet. Music filled his ears and people moved about, it was normal tonight to have a beer and enjoy himself on the dance floor with any girl who was willing to have a good time. He could see his night now, get a few drinks, dance the night away with some girl who he would bring home to sleep with until he did his weekly routine. But unlike those nights he was working instead and instead if drinking he was serving people his famous creations. A few ladies would come up to him asking him when they’d see him again and he would tell them all the same answer, “I’m always here. If you want to find me then you come here to this club.” And that was all it took, it helped the club and it even got him laid every day of the week, or most of the week.

  But it was almost time to close, well sort of. The club closed at 4 officially, 4 am that is, and it would reopen at 10pm but tonight it was pushing close to five and he had to work again tonight. Of course he would spend the day sleeping and then wake up around noon to do his routine, on days he had the day off he would wake up at 5 instead. People were slowly leaving and soon it would be time for him to clear out for the night; he’d leave cleaning to the other guy who would get here before him. Luckily the guy before him had no problem with doing a few things before actually work. Arthur hopped across the counter and took a last glance as a few girls were slowly making their way out. A few, clearly hammered walked to him leaning against him with her lips near his. “I have nowhere to go tonight,” she whispered as she leaned her head against his chest.

  Arthur couldn’t help but smile to himself, if only it was earlier he would have taken her home with him but instead he shook his head. “I’m sure your friends will let you crash at their places,” Always playing it cool when it came to the ladies. He strode past them and let the cool breeze hit him right in the face. His place wasn’t too far from the club and on most days he walked to and from places. But there were days where he would just take his motorcycle and ride till he was out of gas. As he reached the apartment complex he could hear the dogs barking as he headed in. He had picked one of the more dangerous neighborhoods but he really didn’t understand what was so dangerous about it.

  The key under the mat was gone which could only mean he had forgotten it inside. A sigh escaped his lips but he rummaged through his pocket to find a key in his pocket. As the door opened he walked past messes that needed to be cleaned and collapsed onto his couch staring at the ceiling, what was he doing with his life? Arthur glanced over at his bedroom to find the girl he had slept with the night before had stayed longer than he thought and shrugged, as long as she didn’t make it a habit to stay here why not? He could get laid whenever he wanted, sort of a friends with benefits and he had no problem with that. So that’s what he did, he got up and went to his bed and claimed her.

  --

  The hours went by and a sleeping Arthur felt the sun in his eyes and the emptiness in his bed. She had left for the day and he found a note on the pillow. With barely any sleep in him, he skimmed the note catching only the important parts; she would be at the club tonight. His body felt tired but he knew he had to get up, he had a day to get through and he needed a cigarette. Clothes covered his floor, with a mixture of his and girls from the nights before. It wasn’t like they didn’t know what kind of guy he was, but they seemed to ignore it and just let him ravish them. Because he was already naked from the sex earlier this morning he showered quickly and lit a cigarette as soon as he got dressed and brushed his teeth. He knew it was pointless to smoke right after brushing his teeth but the lack of nicotine in his system was dragging him down this morning even if he had his daily coffee.

  He dressed in jeans and a t-shirt blowing a puff of smoke out of his nose and then followed suit to make a cup of coffee for the day. Between his puffs he would take a sip of coffee and grab his shoes before heading out. With his wallet, phone, lighter and a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, he was set for the morning. He lit another cig and headed to a café to pick up a pastry for his mouth to enjoy. As he walked in a few girls seem to have recognized him from his amazing drinks and they all gave him that look. As he finished the last of his cig he walked in ordering his usual apple strudel while a few girls came up to talk to him.

  “Ladies I’m working tonight, you’re welcome to come by and maybe I’ll come out and dance.”

  Once the guy at the register took the money Arthur grabbed his pastry and was off to the park. He nibbled on the pastry savoring the flavor until a storm was heading his way. He glanced around only to find a restaurant, one that had always been there but never had he gone inside. He had heard so many bad things about it but why not try it out if the storm kept him longer than he wanted. Arthur placed his wrapper in the garbage as he walked in and just as he closed the door behind him it began to rain. Arthur smiled to himself, perfect timing. And he took a seat next to the window as a clasp of thunder roared in the sky. A thunderstorm today? But they did say the weather was supposed to be nice, hopefully that didn’t keep everyone home for tonight. But he turned to glance around the restaurant, a few faces looked familiar and a few were new. Being a bartender he could imagine he’s met at least most of the town but who knew, there would always be new faces for him to find out.

  But even on this terrible day someone ran through the door, not just anyone but he had a gun and he wanted money. He ran up to the cashier and yelled to give him all the money in the register. Everyone except him seemed to have moved to the floor, Arthur stayed where he was watching the man do his job. The girl at the register seemed to comply and began pulling money from the register. But Arthur had a plan, not that he cared so much that the place got robbed but why not make this a little fun. Arthur walked up to the register and the man with the gun pointed it at his face. “Whoa, I just wanted to compliment you on your robbery skills,” he began “Most people don’t come here, they would usually go to bigger restaurants. But that’s okay, it just means you’re new at this.” He could hear the gun click. “Now now, you don’t need to shoot.” The guy mumbled something and soon he turned to the girl at the register as she handed him the money. Bad idea.

Arthur kicked the gun from the man’s hand and it flew to the door. It was like he was superman, fighting was nothing and he learned a few tricks from training at the gym and then the man was on the ground pinned to the floor with his arms behind his back. Police rushed in and took over cuffing the man on the floor before thanking him for taking the criminal down. Arthur shrugged at them and the police left. The people in the restaurant complimented his skills as he took a seat and before he walked away from the counter he put the money that had landed on the floor onto the counter so the girl at the register could put it away. “Here,” he said before returning to his seat at the window and watched the storm continue. A sigh escaped his lips but a smile lingered on his face, the noise of the storm made him happy and he had a feeling tonight was going to be a good night.