I kind of just sat down with the need to write something new (normally I just work on pre-existing pieces) and this kind of came out of nowhere. For some odd reason I feel like sharing. So, hope you enjoy. Who knows, maybe it will be in one of my novels some day, haha.:
She sat in silence, staring straight ahead at a white wall. She wasn’t sure what had just hit her, or what her next move should be. She never been the kind of person who could easily think things through, but rather she would spend hours organizing the pieces together. Finding each lose end, every possible “what if” and weaving it in the intricate pattern of her response. Another wave of anxiousness overcame her.
“I, I,” she swallowed and exhaled softly, “I do believe you make an excellent point, Madame, but Benjamin is by no means looking for a hand-out, he is simply and honest man eager to utilize his connections to establish a reasonable position in this day and age.”
She inhaled, glancing out at the crowd. The showed no sign that her slip had phased them, and as such, she nodded at the right times and followed “Benjamin” off stage.
“Are you alright Hayden?” James, aka Benjamin, said to her as the door to the green room shut behind them. “It’s not like you to forget lines.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she nodded, not sure as to who she was trying to convince. “It’s just been a busy week, I’m tired is all.”
He didn’t look convinced. “If you say so, but listen, if you ever need anything…”
“James, really, we’re no longer on stage, you can quit acting like my husband.” With that Roselyn bounded over.
“Hiddy-Hoe Ranger Joe,” she said with a luminous smile.
“Hey Roselyn, “ James smiled, shyly shifting his eyes to the floor.
She placed her hand under his chin and delicately began lifting his head with her small finger “Hey Jimmy-Jam, just a thought, my eyes are up here. You know, if you ever want to try looking into them sometime. I pay all this money for color contacts and it seems a shame for no one to notice. “
With that James blushed redder than before. “Sorry Roselyn.”
“For what? ...Boy, you got nothing to be sorry for. All though, I do believe you're to be on stage soon, and your line is my cue for entry. I was really looking forward to acting tonight so I certainly hope this isn’t an advanced apology for blowing it.”
He shook his head, clearly lost in her eyes, into which, he was now starring.
She swiftly grabbed his shoulders and steered him towards the door. “Well then go on and get out there before you've got to start apologizing all over again.”
Once the door had shut behind him Roselyn turned to Hayden. “Well now that the blushing beauty is gone, what’s up girl? You seem tense. “
“And here I thought I’d been hiding it so well,” I cringed.
“Oh no, smooth Jimmy didn’t try to put a move on you there did he.?” she asked with feigned shock.
“The boy may be gawky, but he isn’t stupid,” I smirked.
“Yeah, your right. Tommy would’ve killed him.”
This got us both laughing, Roselyn’s bouncy black locks softly fighting the dense hair spray and Hayden's sleek auburn bangs slowly obstructing her view.
“How is Tommy anyway?” She asked as we tried to catch our breath.
“I don’t know really.” Roselyn face became more serious. “He dropped me off at home about two weeks ago mumbling something in a drunken stupor about joining the Marines and I haven’t heard from him since.”
“’You’re kidding?!” she said, giggles slowly enveloping her being.
“Nope.” I said and we both began laughing.
Just then, Mr. Johnson, the director ducked his head back stage “Girls, I know there is nothing like the thrill of the theater, but will you please keep it down.”
At that we busted up, falling into a fit of muffled belly-aching laughter on the floor.
Finally, she glanced at me, “So you really haven’t heard from him?”
“No, why, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. Man, I just don’t get him. I mean, I understand why he doesn’t talk to Lori. Him and his mom are on opposite side of a rocky river, and let’s face it, neither of them are really cut out for an architectural lifestyle, and I mean he and I are really related by much more and a pint of blood, but going a-wall on you, that just doesn’t make sense. “
Hayden shrugged. Her boyfriend’s lone wolf habits were no surprise to her anymore. Maybe she’d settled or maybe she had some psychological disorder, but after two and a half years with Tommy she didn’t really see a point in ending it. He always came home eventually, and she was always here waiting for him. No point in messing with the nice pattern they had all worked out.
Roselyn shifted her eyes to Hayden with a more serious tone. “You know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, right? I mean, he’s my cousin and I love him for that, but no one would blame you if you didn’t want to put up with it any. You, my friend are a prize, and any boy at our school would be glad to have to you. I mean, take Jimbo, he may have been making eyes at me, but that’ just because you are so far off the market. If he knew you were available, well shoot, that sweet boy would jump through a ring of fire just to catch your eye. And there’s a hundred more where that came from.”
“Mrs. Baker, “ Mr. Johnson said, ducking his head back into the green room, “it’s almost your scene, where are you my darling?”
With that Roselyn slipped on her heels and began to stand. “Think about it” she said, looking down at Hayden as she stepped over her.
“I will,” Hayden complied; and as she laid on the cold concrete floor of the desolate green room she thought about it, she really did.
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