everlong

lonely times

Dave stared out of the cab window. The bright sun formed hazel halos around his chocolate brown eyes. The weather was beautiful. Not too hot, not too cold. But he couldn't enjoy it.

Not in those dreadful circumstances.

Julia swallowed, before finally talking.

"Thanks for taking me back, Dave," she said, smiling slightly. "No problem," he replied, looking into her aqua marine eyes as he lit a cigarette that was stuck between his teeth.

"You want one?" He offered, holding out the box and lighter towards her. "Yes , please," she sighed. She could definitely use one. She slid one out of the package, and gratefully took his lighter, bringing it to the cancer stick.

He could watch her do that forever. He loved the way her eyes gently fluttered shut as she took her first drag, and how she'd exhale the smoke, always smiling slightly once it found its way past her pink lips.

She handed the packet and lighter back to him, muttering another, "thank you." "How have you been, Jules? I mean, before all of this?" He said, chuckling dully. She cracked a gentle smile.

"I've been alright myself. Life's been moving slow, but I'm not complaining." She said, shaking her head. "And what about you? How's Lisa? And your mom?"

"I've been ok. Mom and Lisa are good. They miss you." He said, the last few words dragged out into a whisper. A pang of sadness hit her chest.

She couldn't lie, she missed them too.

"I miss them too." She replied, smoke emitting from her mouth.

The cab pulled up in front of the Ritz hotel. Julia extended her arm into the front, handing the driver some cash. Her and Dave slid out, and briskly walked into the hotel.

It was the same place she had discovered Kurts unconscious body.

She pressed the "up" button on the elevator, and patently waited for its arrival, alongside Dave. With a sharp "ding," the golden doors opened. The duo stepped inside.

She pressed the button numbered "Quattro," and stumbled into Dave as it quickly began moving skyward. He protectively caught her, his eyebrows furrowed. "You good?" He asked. She nodded. The protective wrap around her was relaxing, and made her feel secure. After an overdue amount of time, she reluctantly unwrapped his strong arms.

"Thank you." She whispered, clearing her throat awkwardly. "No problem." He stuttered, just as tense. The doors opened at floor four. The two stepped out onto the lush marble floor.

The key had been in Julia's purse ever since. She pulled it out, unlocked the door, and stepped into the room. Dave followed behind her. The sudden recollection of that night came rushing back. She felt nauseated as she thought about the horrifyingly eerie sight of his pale body, unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a hodgepodge of pills and champagne.

She swallowed, and stepped further into the hotel room. Maintenance had came by, obviously. The once pungent stain of kurts vomit on the floor had vanished, the smell replaced by a calming vanilla scent.

The four two four poster beds were neatly made, and the wood had been polished thoroughly. After minutes of staring around the room, she finally spoke. "I'm gonna get a bath." She said quietly, turning to Dave.

"Good." He responded, nodding. She then started towards the grand bathroom, and shut the door behind her. She gasped, almost stunned by her bedraggled appearance as she caught a glance in the mirror.

It was true, she looked like a zombie.

She shuddered, and began to undress. As she peeled off her clothes, she noticed how much more skeletal and had begun the look. Her ribs and hip bones had began to protrude, poking at her pale skin. A lacking diet of caffeine and cigarettes had taken its toll on her once curvaceous shape.

She sighed sadly, and went over to the clawfoot tub. She bent over, and turned on the hot faucet. The tub began to fill with steamy, hot water.

Once the amount of water was sufficient, she carefully stepped in, her hands cautiously latched to the sides of the porcelain tub. The warm water felt sensational against her skin. Her muscles untensed as she sank deeper into the tub.

She dunked her self under the hot water, soaking her blonde hair. She came back up, and reached for the complimentary shampoo. She took off the cap and squeezed a generous amount into her palm, before lathering it into her hair.

Once she had completely rubbed the shampoo in, she went back under the wet abyss, running her hands through her hair as she washed the soap away. She came back up, taking a breath.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, soap in them. She winced, and began to aimlessly fumble for a towel.

"Shit, I didn't get one." She thought, quietly scolding herself. "David?" She yelled loudly, her eyes becoming even more irritated. She heard footsteps, then the door swing open.

"Y-Yeah?" He stuttered, taken aback. "Can you uh, get me a towel? Soaps in my eyes." She said quickly. He jogged over to the towel rack, and grabbed one, placing it in her extended hand.

"Are you ok?" He asked as she thoroughly rubbed her eyes with the white towel. She nodded, reluctantly opening her burning eyes. "Do you um..want me to leave now?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She bit her lip, shaking her head.

"Can you just sit and talk to me? I could use a friend right now.." She said, motioning for him to sit beside her. "Of course." He replied, sitting down, and resting his arms on the edge of the clawfoot tub.

So, the two talked, so long, that Julia began pruning up. They even laughed some. For the first time in that week, she felt joy. And so did he.

It had been an hour of their dialogue, before Dave finally took notice to the time.

"Shit, its been awhile," he realized, chuckling. She giggled, and began to stand up, her nude figure dripping with water. Dave being there didn't necessarily bother her.

She had been in more compromising positions with him.

After two years, her body still mesmerized him. He felt a growing tent in his crotch, his pants becoming tighter. He quickly cleared his throat. He offered out his hand to assist her out of the tub. She gratefully took it, cautiously stepping onto the bath mat.

"Thanks, David."

"My pleasure, Jules."