Coming of Pinkerton
quick jump to the lastest chaper: here
Miriam picks up the phone. She listens to the dial tone. hmm… I guess I should call him before I go to his house…
Miriam starts to run, for a few reasons. First of all, it is a good exercise, and, most importantly, she can’t wait to see Rivers. She has known him for too long, ever since grade 2. It’s like… 24 minus 7, 17 years ago. 17 years she has known him, she is pretty damn sure she’s in love with him for at least 10 of them. She makes a right turn, fourth house on the right. She starts to walk slowly. It’s a house painted sky blue with white stripes. It is beautiful, Miriam thought. She likes everything in that house, from the furniture to Rivers, she likes them all.
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang. The door slowly opened.
“Yo bitch,” says Miriam as she started to walk into the house, just like she always does.
Hold on, that’s not Rivers.
A young petite figure who’s wearing a shirt that obviously belongs to Rivers appeared in front of Miriam, “um, excuse me?” a cute soothing voice says.
Miriam nervously scratches her head, “where’s Rivers?”
Another young petite figure appeared in front of Miriam. This one has nothing on but a bra and underwear. “Rivers asks who it is,” she said.
Both ladies are giving her the weirdest looks, plus Miriam knows what has happened. She turns away and carefully walks down the steps and makes sure she doesn’t fall.
A tear falls off her face. Why am I crying for a stupid rock star figure type asshole? Well, now he’s famous, he needs sex more than anything, I guess. She chuckled at her thought. Miriam then walks to the back of the house, and sits in front of the garage, “in the garage, I feel safe, no one cares about my ways…” she sings. She hears noises of engines starting on the other side of the house. Rivers will find me soon.
“Yo,” a familiar voice says while the garage door was opening.
“Had fun?” She casually asks and tries to hide her feelings.
“I’m sorry, I was real drunk.” He walks closer to her.
“Why’re you saying sorry? You go have your rock star fun!” giving Rivers a punch on the arm.
“Still… I feel bad for it, and…”
“Why did you do it then,” she interrupts.
Rivers can’t say anything. The prettiest melody just zoomed through his mind. “I… I… need to…”
“write a song, again? Don’t you think that’s the lamest excuse ever? Even if you do need to write a song, I bet you can do it later. You just always doing this to…”
Rivers nods numbly. She can just see him composing this piece of music in his mind. She stops talking, and goes off into Cuomo-Music-Land with him.
She slowly walks up to Rivers and puts her arms around him. If he’d do it with some sluts, he’d give me a kiss, right? Just one…?
He puts his arms around her waist and starts to kiss her. She returns the kiss. He puts his hand down her pants.
She pushes him away. He doesn’t like her, she knows. He is just, being a rock star… He pulls her close again, and whispers to her, “don’t do that, I want you.”
She melted into his words, his breath, his arms, his warm body… his bed.
Ch. 2