Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

LA Handy Work

"Oh, you're still up then"

When he couldn't find Louise in either their room or Evie's John had made his way through the rest of the rooms in the large house systematically.
Initially he thought he should just have a tub and hit the sack but realising he needed her to help him sleep, he worked his way methodically through the rooms, top to bottom, then ventured outside into the sketchy moonlight.

Firstly, the garden and lawn where Evie enjoyed playing and then the pool area. Finally, he was rewarded for his effort .... spotting Lou's feet hanging off the edge of the pool furniture.

"Hi" Lou's word was heavy and tired sounding, a flat line of a word filling his ears. John moved closer to hover over her chugging the end of a smoke as he glanced about wondering why she chose here of all places to curl up. "Ummm, I was worried about you"

"Was just out at the club like I said" John turned, his whole body facing the pool, Louise couldn't see his face but saw the subtle change of stance to his body, feet placed apart and back straight, if he had held a guitar he would look as if he were on stage but he wasn't he was here, staring into the nothingness and appearing like he was bored. John flicked the now dead cigarette into the bushes beside them.

"I know you were with her...."

"Oh that... dropped her home, well to her accommodation that is. Nice place, not as nice as this though. I could get used to living in a place as grand as this, couldn't you?" John raised his head to the sky and gazed about, anything not to see the accusations in her eyes.

"You're rambling. Just get it over with John. She was hot, I get it. You're dream girl" Louise pulled her knees up and hugged them to herself, suddenly cold in the warm night air. "Living is easy with eyes closed John. I will keep them closed if that makes life easy for us"

"You need to stop that. Backing down all the time, it isn't right. You need to fight me, berate me.... not sit and sigh and say you'll shut up about my picking up random skirt" John spun around and plonked down beside Louise, pulling her to his side roughly.

"Ouch"

"Sorry.... now come on, sit here on me lap"

"No!"

"Louise... come sit here or give me a bollocking out will you. I hate that you want to give over so easily"

"But if I yell, you run John. I cannot win..... I let you win so that I don't lose" Lou rubbed her eyes, the sky was lighter now, not dawn but an hour more would see the light of a new day. "I don't want to lose; so you do what you need to do"

"I admit she was my dream and when I sat with her in my arms I was hard an-"

"John, please don't. Please don't torture me"

"Oh luv. I was working up to say I never got out of me pants Louise. I kissed her I did, a lot and, and touched her tits but that was the end of it. We ended up sitting and talking and she called some tarot guy in she has on speed dial...."

"She has good tits" Louise whined "and I don't"

"Louise let me be the judge of the tit competition and yours are up in the finals babe"

"Now it's a competition...... I'll never win"

"Would you stop that!!" John stood up angry and pissed she was being so needy and insecure. He almost started yelling at her but it was more hiss in the silence of the night "Louise..." Lou turned her head in the other direction. "Louise, stand up right now"

"No"

"I swear girl you drive me up the wall with this shit" Scrubbing his face and fisting his hands by his side, he had to make her literally stand up and fight, he just wasn't sure how. But he wanted her to. Wanted her to be so invested in him that she scolded him like a naughty child, and hit him for being a horrid man, to make him see the wrong in his ways "Stop being soft and tell me off. I need telling off don't you see?"