Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter (1)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love- (1)

 After another hard working day, I picked up my coat and began walking out the door, I was satisfied with the amount of work I had completed today. My colleagues saw me as an over-achiever, but I begged to differ, I saw myself as a hard working, dedicated journalist who got nothing but happiness about completing an article in one day. It was satisfying to finish something, you see, I cannot stop what I start, it must be finished withing a certain time frame or I feel highly disappointed in myself.

"Goodnight Miss Clarke." the doorman opened the door, and bid me fair well, as he did every night.

"Goodnight Mr Graciez" I replied, smiling briefly at him. My cab would be waiting for me near the newspaper stand, it did everyday. I walked down the smokey, suburban street and wrinkled up my nose, you think they would at least be considerate to pedestrians. "Hello Miss Clarke, here's your paper, that'll be 2.30" David Kingsly said as he handed me the paper, I placed the money on the counter and walked towards my awaiting cab.

"Good evening Miss Clarke, eventful day today?" Liam, the driver, observed as I stepped into the car.

"Oh yes indeed! I completed a whole article today, it is the most grand feeling in the world, wouldn't you think Liam?" I exclaimed, smiling as we began to drive away from the Lilydale Sun.

"Sure Miss Clarke, if that's what you're into then sure." I sighed, I really did hate it when people used improper sentencing. It most certainly got on my nerves, although if I were to correct someone for their sentencing, I highly doubt I would have any friends, which I'm afraid I do not have many of at the moment as my work consumed most of my time. 

"Well, we're at your place Miss Clarke, you owes me 16.50" I grunted in disgust, did Liam not understand by now that I did not like improper sentencing? I suppose he will never learn.

You could say I was a perfectionist, I'm not quite sure what I am. I passed Liam the 16.50 I owed him and pushed myself out of the cab. "Have a tremendous evening Liam." I waved him off as his yellow car began going further and further into the distance until it was no longer able to be seen.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked in, the sound of my red high heels echoing around the room, I lived alone, it gave me more space to think, more time to perfect my writing and feel satisfied with it; without getting distracted by say, a dog or a boy. I placed my coat and my leather satchel bag down on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I have a voice mail." I said to myself, glancing over at my home phone. "I wonder who it could be from?" I pressed a button that made the voice mail begin and turned on my coffee machine, I didn't normally drink coffee out of my machine but I only let myself do it if I was happy with what I had achieved during my work hours.

'Emily, it's your mother' the message began.

"Oh hello mother. Have you come to ask me if I'm still an over achiever?" I muttered, before focusing my attention back on message.

'Your father and I haven't heard from you in a while and we were wondering if you were going to come down to our house for Easter? Sweetie, you live alone and we don't like the fact that--'

"Message deleted." the voice recorder stated, she had done this every year, asked me if I was going to come down to Indianapolis for Christmas' and Easter's. But, I didn't have the time to do so and mother seemed to not realise the importance of completing a task.

I poured my coffee into my mug and walked into my neatly organised office, as soon as I arrived home I would make a coffee and walk into my office to begin writing, the key to good writing is to practice, and if you weren't to practice then where would you be in life? As I always say, practice results in perfection.

"Now, what shall I write about today?" I asked myself, looking up at the Post-It notes I had pinned to my corkboard, there were many things I had written about before and I had recently added some new ideas to my collection.

"I shall write about global warming and the effects it is having on everyday society." I nodded my head and my fingers began furiously tapping away at the keys, my computer had many items of writing on it, in many different folders. My laptop was my most prized posession, it had an significant amount of my greatest work stored in it.

"We will never quite understand the myths of the Earth, or why global warming even dared to begin...." I recited to myself, smiling.

I hadn't even realised my phone had been ringing until it went straight to voice mail. "Emily, pick up the phone dammit, hello? Butt sex sucks! Little lion monkeys I just used an improper sentence!" my head snapped up and I ran for the phone.

"What did you just say?" I asked, furiously.

"You heard my, anyway, are you coming to the bogus party tonight?" he said, I snorted.

"You expect me to come to one of your inappropriate parties so you can get highly intoxicated and throw up on yourself? My lord James, what are you trying to impose?" I replied.

"Alright then.... Miss Clarke, be a party pooper. And don't call me James! It's Jimmy and you know it!" he stated, I picked up the disposable dish cloth and wiped down the kitchen counter.

"You will forever be James to me; James. Also, I am not a 'party destroyer' I am merely rejecting your offer to go to you 'malicous party' as I have work to do." I threw the dish cloth into the bin and placed another near the sink ready to use.

"Ems, you always have work to do, its like you're a slave in your own body." he sighed.

"It is Emily.. And I am dissapointed you would think such a thing, I am merely trying to perfect the one and only thing that is remotely important in my life!" Calm down Emily, you know how James gets when he has had some alcoholic beverages.

"Fine." he said, giving in. "But keep in mind Emily Clarke, your friends are also important to you too, and if you're not careful... You're gonna fucking loose them." at this point he had hung up the phone.

"How rude of him!" I said, placing the phone back into the compartment it rested.

"Now to finish my writing." I walked back into my office and sat down at the desk, unaware I had let my coffee go cold.