Boy Toy <<slow updates>>

5

"Wow, careful, man. Don't wanna get mobbed." Michael scoffed sarcastically as we both walked out in to the empty parking lot after the last day of recording. We had two potentially album worthy songs from the week, and although it was productive, I was relieved that it was the start of our break.

"I have a feeling we'll be right." I laughed. He smiled before walking off towards his car, holding up a hand towards me in a lazy wave. I didn't bother waving back; he was facing the other way.

I hopped in my car, yet again, and drove home, ready to watch some crappy straight to DVD movies before crashing on the coach.

I entered my house and placed my bag of drumsticks near the door, kicking it closed as I strolled in. I immediately headed for the kitchen, deciding on heating up some microwave meal thing that's been in the freezer for longer than I can remember. Not going to let that stop me from indulging in its recently over expired-ness.

After closing the microwave door, I waited for the humming sound to full the room before walking in to the living area. I frowned at the mess but decided, yet again, against cleaning it.

I huffed as I landed on the couch, my levitating as I attempted to kick off the shoes. After a short struggle, I found success. I had just turned on the TV and was starting to flick through the channels when I felt my phone vibrating against my thigh.

I pulled it out of my pocket and accepted the call, not taking any notice as to who it was.

"Hello?" I answered distractedly, most of my attention on the channels I was flicking through. I immediately focused solely on the call when Megan’s bubbly voice rung though the speakers.

"Hey! I thought you were coming over today?" It's only three, was she waiting for me?

"Oh, yeah! I was gonna leave after I have some food, just got home from recording."

"Oh, ok. Cool. I have some exciting news!" She yelled happily.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"I talked to Jake, we fixed everything and just had a real heart to heart, and we’re back together!"

I waited for her to tell me she was joking.

"Seriously?" I asked, faking excitement.

"Seriously!" she exclaimed.

She wasn't joking.

This isn't how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to seize the opportunity and get close to her, show her I'm more than just some disposable boy toy.

"Oh, wait, shit." I sighed, putting my acting to the test. She always knew when I was lying. "I can't come over tonight, I promised I'd baby sit my brother tonight."

"Oh." Megan said, her voice completely free of emotion. "Tomorrow maybe?"

"I'll see, should be ok though." It was silent as I waited for her to talk. Realising that was not going to happen, I decided to take it upon myself to end the conversation. "So, I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Sure. Bye." She mumbled before hanging up. I sighed and threw my phone down on the coach beside me, my head flopping back in frustration. I didn't move from that position until the microwave dinged.

I shuffled my feet across the wooden floor to the tiled kitchen, cussing at how hot the container was as I dropped in on to the bench. I threw a tea towel over the top, using it as a barrier between my skin and the burning hot steam, while taking the lid off. I grabbed a fork and tasted a piece, almost spitting out the food for how disgusting it tasted.

I decided to give up on trying shortly after, reshuffling back to the lounge to watch a movie. Some action film was on.

I tried to focus on the movie, I tried as hard as I could, but my mind kept drifting back to Megan. An image of her face appeared in my mind, making me smile.

She was beautiful to me. Her hair was always perfectly messy - she only tried to do something with it once, maybe twice, a year - and sat mid rib cage. Her eyes were big and grey, nose so poke worthy. Her lip shape was flawless and her skin, much to her dismay, had cute little freckles around the nose and under her eyes. They seemed to almost disappear in winter along with the tan she sported so well.

I wondered if that stupid boyfriend of hers ever noticed these things.

I got up abruptly. These thoughts of her and him and all their together-ness made my heart beat faster and gave me rushes of anger. I need to forget this, forget them.

Forget her.

I stomped my way in to the kitchen, opening the fridge door forcefully.

Forget her.

The words rang through my skull, it was almost painful.

Forget everything.

I said to myself mentally as I opened and began to chug down the bottle of beer in my hand.