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@lydiamxrtiin
“socialize.” lyds smiled to herself. they both knew what that meant.
“when i’m not doing that, i watch films, read books, draw a little. sometimes i make shitty clothes. nothing too fun.”
her wide gaze shifted to him, green eyes sparkling. lydia’s big eyes had always been her best feature, and her easiest way to self express. a smile smile formed, she blinked a few times and moved in slightly closer to noel.
“what do you get up to when you’re not raking in the millions?”
same OLD.
@lydiamxrtiin
almost twenty years later and he’s still here. still in that same city, same bar, hell, this might even be the same fucking bar stool. it’s like a never ending deja vú. god, how he wished he had done things differently.
just when he thought this night was only gonna get worse - a familiar flash of color.
“ you know my reasons, lyds. ”
he knew what it was like having an alcoholic for a father. it’s not something he’d want for his son.
a part of him had always hoped she’d find someone better to take his place.
“i know you’re reasons but i’m not your son.” she sighed, head in hand.
“he broke his leg playing football and i tried to call you and i left you a message. where were you? where have you been? we needed you noel. your family needed you.”
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
a laugh.
“ trust me, i’ll remember this time. i’m not that wasted. ”
yet.
“ what do you do? other than helping poor souls like me, of course. ”
“well... i...” she stopped for a moment, trying to think of a normal job. she didn’t want to tell him that she did nothing except drank and watched tv. it had been a month since the school had let her go for her ‘drink problem’ and finding work seemed tiring and not worth it.
“honestly? i’m between jobs.”
seems better than too lazy.
“and yourself?”
same OLD.
@lydiamxrtiin
almost twenty years later and he’s still here. still in that same city, same bar, hell, this might even be the same fucking bar stool. it’s like a never ending deja vú. god, how he wished he had done things differently.
just when he thought this night was only gonna get worse - a familiar flash of color.
“you know…” she didn’t want to say this, just like she knew he didn’t want to hear this. but the love of her son came before anything, so she didn’t really have a choice. “he misses you.”
it made her upset, thinking about marty’s face when they woke up one morning and his dad, his best friend, was gone. she wasn’t surprised when it happened but it broke her heart that her kid was.
“how old was he when you last saw him? it was his 10th birthday, wasn’t it?”
she paused, finishing off her drink.
“that’s the last time i saw you too. he’s changed a lot, you know. he’s such a smart kid, and he’s tall and good looking and so fucking nice.” she bit her lip. “but he comes home stinking of weed and i keep finding empty whiskey bottles under his bed. stays out too late, spends a lot of time in his room.”
hearing about his son, he can’t help but smile. there’s nothing on this planet noel loves more than his son. such a great kid, so full of joy.
he didn’t want to ruin that, he didn’t want him to end up like him. so, listening to lydia describe a copy of himself twenty years ago breaks his heart.
“ i miss him too, every day. ”
it’s true, there hasn’t been a day in the past ten years where he hasn’t thought about marty.
“then see him.” she knew his answer, but still she said it. “he’s here, noel. he’s waiting for you.”
she shook her head sadly, pursing her lips. why did everything hurt when he was around?
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
he takes out two cigarettes, putting both of them in his mouth and lighting them. then he hands one over to her before beginning to walk.
“ so, tell me, what’s there i should know about you, lydia? ”
lydia takes the cigarette, a quick puff and her eyes fall on to noel, half a smile on her face.
“well, what do you want to know?” the half smile turns into a full, playful grin. “not that you’ll remember it tomorrow anyway.”
same OLD.
@lydiamxrtiin
almost twenty years later and he’s still here. still in that same city, same bar, hell, this might even be the same fucking bar stool. it’s like a never ending deja vú. god, how he wished he had done things differently.
just when he thought this night was only gonna get worse - a familiar flash of color.
“you know...” she didn’t want to say this, just like she knew he didn’t want to hear this. but the love of her son came before anything, so she didn’t really have a choice. “he misses you.”
it made her upset, thinking about marty’s face when they woke up one morning and his dad, his best friend, was gone. she wasn’t surprised when it happened but it broke her heart that her kid was.
“how old was he when you last saw him? it was his 10th birthday, wasn’t it?”
she paused, finishing off her drink.
“that’s the last time i saw you too. he’s changed a lot, you know. he’s such a smart kid, and he’s tall and good looking and so fucking nice.” she bit her lip. “but he comes home stinking of weed and i keep finding empty whiskey bottles under his bed. stays out too late, spends a lot of time in his room.”
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
“or possibly i wouldn’t want to leave a guy who thinks my hair is so nice he has to repeatedly tell me, passed out, alone, on the street.” she looked at him for a second. she couldn’t help but admire him whenever he was around. there was just something that pulled her in. of course, she wouldn’t say something as embarrassing as that, unless she was absolutely fucking wasted, and she wasn’t.
“but i can take my kindness elsewhere, noel.”
“ i’d prefer that. ”
if she was dangerous crazy, she probably would’ve hurt him at this point. so, why not.
“ what do you say we take your kindness to my place? i have some whiskey left and that way you won’t have to drag me home again. plus, free liquor. ”
“sounds good to me. let’s go.”
same OLD.
@lydiamxrtiin
almost twenty years later and he’s still here. still in that same city, same bar, hell, this might even be the same fucking bar stool. it’s like a never ending deja vú. god, how he wished he had done things differently.
just when he thought this night was only gonna get worse - a familiar flash of color.
a quick flash of a smile, tears hiding in her eyes; lydia looked at him. she felt that same thing, the same… high, the one he used to give her for all those years. before he left. he told she deserved more. 10 years together, and she deserved more. 10 years apart, had she found it? no. no one gave her that feeling, not like noel did.
without even a flinch, she walked up to the bar and smiled at the barmaid. “i’ll have a double vodka and lemonade.” then, she turned her attention over to noel.
“i like your hair.”
he takes a big gulp of his beer before gathering the courage to speak. a faint smile spreads on his face.
“ funny. - - meeting you here. ”
it actually was. after all this time, noel thought he’d never see her again.
“ how have you been? ”
the barmaid slides lydia’s drink over to her and in one swift movement, lydia passes her the money and takes a giant gulp, almost completely finishing it. liquid luck. she needed it.
“yeah, well. marty’s at a house party tonight, no doubt getting wrecked if he’s anything like his dad. i thought why let the kid have all of the fun.”
she paused for a moment, thinking.
“yeah, it’s been whatever. and you?”
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
“or possibly i wouldn’t want to leave a guy who thinks my hair is so nice he has to repeatedly tell me, passed out, alone, on the street.” she looked at him for a second. she couldn’t help but admire him whenever he was around. there was just something that pulled her in. of course, she wouldn’t say something as embarrassing as that, unless she was absolutely fucking wasted, and she wasn’t.
“but i can take my kindness elsewhere, noel.”
same OLD.
@lydiamxrtiin
almost twenty years later and he’s still here. still in that same city, same bar, hell, this might even be the same fucking bar stool. it’s like a never ending deja vú. god, how he wished he had done things differently.
just when he thought this night was only gonna get worse - a familiar flash of color.
a quick flash of a smile, tears hiding in her eyes; lydia looked at him. she felt that same thing, the same... high, the one he used to give her for all those years. before he left. he told she deserved more. 10 years together, and she deserved more. 10 years apart, had she found it? no. no one gave her that feeling, not like noel did.
without even a flinch, she walked up to the bar and smiled at the barmaid. “i’ll have a double vodka and lemonade.” then, she turned her attention over to noel.
“i like your hair.”
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
a few moments pass before his drunken brain can process what is happening. he’s not sure whether he’s just surprised or actually offended. who is she to just leave him standing there like that? making him look like an idiot.
after paying what she owed - only because he knows the owner too well to just leave like that - noel follows her outside, throwing his cigarette on the ground.
“ were you this rude last time we talked? i feel like i would’ve remembered that. ”
“last time we spoke, i bought you a drink and crashed you probably, like, at least 12 burns.” she paused for a moment. “the time before that, i bought you two drinks and took you home after you and some guy got in a fight. he punched you pretty hard, you punched him harder, i took your id so i could get your address and got you home after like 3 hours of trying to literally drag your drunken ass, you crashed on your own sofa immediately and i stuck around til like 7am to make sure you were okay. if you woke up to like 6 cups of water, on your side, in fresh clothes, that was me. oh, and i washed your dishes and cleaned your sheets. and the time before that? i don’t really remember cause i was smashed, but i’m sure i was NOT rude.”
she lifted her half smoked cigarette to her mouth, inhaled, held and exhaled, before passing it over to noel.
“and you don’t even remember meeting me. so, if anyone’s rude, it’s you.”
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
noel’s not sure who he’s more annoyed at - her or HIMSELF. taking a drag off of his cigarette surely will buy him more time to think about what he’s gonna do about this MESS. & most importantly, how he’s gonna get with her. provived, of course, he didn’t already.
“ anything else you know that i don’t? ”
his eyes move to her hand, hesitating a moment before taking it. how old fashioned.
she pondered for a moment, eyes wondering the bar. her gaze caught the attention of the guy working the bar that evening and she beckoned him over. with a smile on his face, he asked what he could get her.
“i’ll have a double vodka and lemonade, please.” a few seconds later, the drink was in her hand and she was up. she looked at noel, smiled, grabbed her bag and said “you’ll be paying for that.” a quick wink and she scurried off outside, ready to have a cigarette and some fresh air.
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
“yes, i know.”
lyds turned around, tucking her hair behind her ears as her eyes met his.
“this might be the fourth time you’ve told me.”
she raised her eyebrow at him, then quickly dropped it as she began to laugh.
“and this’ll be the fourth time i tell you that i like yours too.”
eyebrows first raise, then quickly turn into a soft frown. “ now that you mention it .. ” the man looks the other up and down, carefully inspecting them with their eyes. “ i knew you seemed familiar. ”
lie. he had no clue. maybe his alcohol problem was far more developed than he realized.
“ so what brings you here? again? & – don’t be ashamed to say me. ”
a wink.
“i’m sorry.” her face was poker straight. “is there a script or something i don’t know about?”
she stared at the guy blankly for a few seconds, then sighed.
“again, not you. my lousy roommate and her lousy boyfriend are ridiculously loud when making love so i come here for piece of mind.” she pauses for a few seconds, then holds out her hand for him to shake.
“and again, it’s lydia.. and i know, you’re noel.”
“She was not fragile like a flower; She was fragile like a bomb.”
— Poetry At Most
same old -
@lydiamxrtiin .
at this point, he’s going to the pub every night, drowning in beer & sadness while smoking away two packs of cigarettes.
it’s cool though, the only ones that notice this toxic behavior are the other regulars who are by no means better than him, and the owner who should be glad he has a customer as devoted as noel.
as he lights up the last cigarette from his first pack, something red catches his attention. with the grey faces all around, color seemed almost alien.
a smirk spreads as he grabs his beer and makes his way over to his newest, shiniest toy.
“i like your hair. ”
that’ll do.
“yes, i know.”
lyds turned around, tucking her hair behind her ears as her eyes met his.
“this might be the fourth time you’ve told me.”
she raised her eyebrow at him, then quickly dropped it as she began to laugh.
“and this’ll be the fourth time i tell you that i like yours too.”
