"Picture" Songfic
A/N: This is slightly based on the song Picture the Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow Duet I’ve wanted to make something about them to this in forever. This just sorta happened not the best but I attempted. More sad than I originally intended, sorry. 6AM. It was 6AM when he tossed and turned. Couldn’t sleep anymore. He hadn’t been able to sleep past six since their breakup. He was so used to Kirstie’s alarm going off at that time that his internal alarm clock simply didn’t allow it. He wanted to still sleep but he just couldn’t. He groggily rested his palm against his forehead, his head killing him. He felt like he hadn’t seen the sun shine in three damn days although he had just been out the night before trying to drink away the pain.
He was also thankful the girl who had kept him company left the previous night and hadn’t stayed. He didn’t need that right now. He didn’t need to be reminded that he had ruined his chances with the only one he ever truly loved. That he had been drowning his sorrows with different girls every night and been fueling up on whiskey to try to forget her. But he was and God he was paying for the latter at the moment.
He dug through the nightstand by the bed. Looking for Ibuprofen, anything to make his head stop pounding but then he remembered she was the one that always made sure they had medication handy when they stayed in hotels. He groaned. He should have went back home last night. He shouldn’t have got a hotel room so he didn’t have to bring the girl back to his apartment. He regretted everything and wondered if he’d ever change his ways. He pulled out his phone, typed in his password and clicked his pictures.
The last picture Kirstie had sent him popped up on the screen and he stared at it. Taking in everything he had lost. He thought about how much he missed her and how she had looked so together when he had ran into her the day before. Like this wasn’t bothering her at all as she gave him back his key. His voice had caught in his throat he hadn’t known what to say. He knew there wasn’t anything he could say that would change anything. He had been on his way off with Val to drink her away when she showed up. He didn’t know why she was in town but it certainly wasn’t to be with him. He looked at her picture as he cried.
Beep…beep…beep….BEEP…. Kirstie reached over and shut off the alarm clock she had forgotten to switch off the night before. It was early. Too early and she had drank way too much last night. She dug through her bedside table, reaching for some Ibuprofen to make her headache stop and downed it with some water as she thought back to the night before.
She had ended up in New York. She wasn’t thrilled to be there knowing Maks was in town but she had promised Zang Toi she’d come and see his last show months ago and she always kept good on promises. Everything about being there was hard. Not seeing Maks. Not talking to him. But it was over and she finally took the last step and went to give his key back to him yesterday.
She had called Nicole and asked if Maks was home and Nicole had said he was out at the gym for the next hour, that he had texted her earlier. She had thought that it would be the perfect time to do it. Leave the key under the mat to his apartment and it would be over. No talking, no nothing.
That’s not how it turned out though. She and Maks had their first run in since everything happened. He and Val had been coming out of the apartment building right as she was about to go in. They both looked stunned she was there. But she had put up her best facade and acted like it didn’t bother her at all. It was the same ole same ‘how have you been’ like nothing had happened and she gave him back his key. Just politely said she didn’t need it anymore. He hadn’t argued, hadn’t really said anything and then she got in her car and left heading to a local Scientology session she found to take her mind off of it.
It had hit her that night though and she tried to heal her heartache with cheap hotel wine while telling Kelly and Nicole everything. Nicole said how sorry she was and that she really thought he’d still be at the gym. Kirstie had told her it wasn’t her fault and that she was going to call the actor guy who had had a crush on her forever and invite him over. That she was done. She was ready to move on and he wasn’t that bad.
They advised her against it and after a few more drinks she had attempted to call Maks. Screamed she didn’t care. That she couldn’t do any of this anymore and she didn’t understand why she was living life this way. They had grabbed her phone before she had a chance to dial his number. Told her that she couldn’t call him until she was sober.
This morning she was thankful she hadn’t invited that guy over because she wouldn’t be able to do what she was currently doing if she was lying next to him. She was starring at the wallpaper on her phone. The last picture Maks had texted her. Admiring him. Thinking how much she missed him as she teared up.
She laid in bed and thought about him for a long time. She almost called him. Her fingers hovered over the call button as she thought what she wanted to say. About how she wanted to tell him that she swears she would change, that she loved him and wanted him to come back home.
He laid thinking the exact same thing as he hovered over the talk button himself. All they had to do was make the final move, press the button and say their feelings. But neither wanted to be the one to make that desperate call and neither of them did.