Short Stories

2.) Coinkydink {Rewritten} [2]

7/18/16 A/N: Well, I would like to say sorry. I hope to never do that again. Next time, I'm going to finish the whole thing before I post one half. Seriously. Waiting practically a month to post the second part was ridiculous. Trust me, if I have any control over it, I won't make that mistake again. I just wanted to apologize for my procrastination. I need to post things that I recently wrote so I can hate it after it's been posted instead of hating it before and excusing myself by thinking "well it's not good anyways, so who's actually waiting for it?" Honestly, I'm irritated with myself. IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN I PROMISE.

Okay, I hope you enjoy the second part. Spoiler: there's smut. A lot in this one. Usually writers (including me) put like a few paragraphs of smut, but this has a few pages, so I'm worried I've overdone it? Tell me if it was too much. If you were getting bored while reading like "how much longer is this shit gonna be? ENOUGH. ENOUUUUGH." 

Okay, anyways. ENJOY please. (I don't know if I proofread enough, but I don't think I can read this crap again. I'm sure there's a few mistakes. -.-)

The song is Bang by The Pack A.D.

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Sunlight streams through the window, and unlike usual, I don't feel absolutely miserable about the day ahead. I feel like things will look up today. Surprisingly, I'm somewhat excited. I feel like a foolish kid, but it's a relief either way.

I look around my room, but I'm deep in thought with random ideas. I'm wondering how I should tell him. Do I ask him out to dinner? Do I just tell him "hey I like you?" I don't know how to start. Considering the way he wasn't very confident about his sexuality, he might not actually want to date at the moment. It's hard for me to tell because it's as if I'm getting mixed signals.

I stand out of my bed and stretch, groaning from the fatigue in my limbs. It seems like my exhaustion is permanent no matter what. I go to the bathroom and take a shower, feeling very light on my feet. I ignore what happened yesterday and focus on today.

After my shower, I get dressed in work clothes, smoothing them out before brushing my hair back. I hear Liz's humming in the other room, and I smile. She's brilliant at singing and other musical things. I bought her a guitar a few years ago for her birthday, and she started crying. Then she threatened to kill me in my sleep if I ever mentioned her crying again. She was really thankful for it, though, but recently, neither of us have done anything for each other. I'll have to think of something.

I walk to the kitchen to see her washing the dishes, humming some song peacefully. "It's good to see you in the kitchen, woman," I say, catching her attention. She looks towards me, her eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off, dickhead." She says, and I grin, leaning against the counter. "You seem rather chirpy today. What's up?"

I shrug. "Just in a good mood."

She scoffs, smirking. "You? In a good mood? Who'd you kill? Come on, tell me."

I shake my head. "I don't know. I think I dreamt I killed you—must be why."

"Ah, no wonder," she grins back before focusing on scrubbing one of the plates. She places it under the faucet to rinse off the soap, so I step in. I rinse the plates for her while she scrubs them, and she smiles faintly. "So, since you're in a good mood... Let's talk about dogs."

I roll my eyes, taking another plate from her and washing it. "I already told you that getting a dog would be fine."

"I know. I just need help deciding what kind of dog. I'm thinking maybe a husky or a golden retriever. What do you think?"