| Just Raining by Derek I see them through the window of the coffee shop. Those punks across the street. They’re laughing at me. They’re laughing at all of us. They must see what we don’t. It’s raining. Funny that. It’s always the rain that puts me in these moods. Well, almost always. It’s really starting to pour now. I wonder if he’s wet. Fucker. Stupid fucking ghetto-freak-wannabe asshole. Late again. I wonder when he’ll remember he has to met me. Probably when Jace reminds him. Oh I know he’ll be here. Maybe. And I’ll smile and forgive him just like that. But for now I get to bitch. Fuckerfuckerfuckerfuckerfuckerfucker. Fucker. Especially today. I know I *said* I didn’t want to celebrate. But it’d be nice to at least see him, even for a little while, offstage. Fucker. Door open. Door closes. Door opens. Door closes. Door opens. Nope, once again, not him. Oh, there’s a Porsche...nope. Sigh. Rehearsals are in an hour. Takes an hour to get there. 5 more minutes and then I’m gone. He’ll spend the next fucking week - no - month making it up to me. Still raining. Fucker. Yeah, he’s a cute fucker. But still a fucker. Door opens... Nope. Damn. I need to stop tapping my fingers, people are staring at me. Those punks across the street are still there. Sitting in the rain and laughing. Come on, let me in on the secret. Please? Okay, just 5 more minutes. That’s it. I’m gonna be fucking late, and Wade is going to flip. Fucker. Times like this make me wish I smoked. It’d be better than looking like a lost little fucking puppy. Door open... Damn. His gift better fucking cost millions. One day. One fucking day out of the year I ask him to be on time. Just one. But no. Geri’s song is playing. What’s it called again? That cover she did...oh yeah. Heh. So much for raining men. Just raining. That’s it, I’m outta here. Happy birthday Lance BACK |