Incandescent

CHAPTER TWO.

It was ten past six when I stumbled into my apartment building. I was tired and aching all over. I haven't had that much sex in a long time— and damn, it sure takes a lot out of you. I yawned into my sleeve as I got my keys out of my pocket and tried to open the door with my half-closed eyes. And failing horribly. My neighbour from 5c, Mrs Vance yanked the keys out of my hand. I was too exhausted to retaliate. "Damian Zachary Meyer! Why are you coming home at 6:15 in the morning!" She hissed, waking me from my quick snooze against the doorframe. I groaned. "Lynette must b—"

"Mrs Vance, I love you and your food very much but mention that bitch's name one more time and I'll throw you out a window." I interrupted her. I wouldn't do that to her but I didn't have the patience for this. I stared down at her pale, slightly wrinkled face. She's about fifty-five and fitter than most athletes I've come across. It pains me to say this but when I first moved here, she beat me in a 200-meter dash. She got a head start but still. An almost Olympic runner Damian Meyer ate the dust of an old lady. That pitiful defeat still haunts my dreams and to this very day, Dave still hasn't let me live that one down. She was dressed in her favourite red sweatsuit and white Nikes, her ivory hair was pulled into a braid behind her head and her sleepy 5-month-old Chihuahua, Frankie, was tucked in her arms. Frankie, himself, was all dolled up in red and white.

She stared at me with those big, green eyes and frowned. "Now...Damian empty threats will never get you anywhere and you know you can't hurt a fly." She said as a matter of a fact. Does she think I'm soft? I'm not—I stopped being soft last night. "You can be as angry as you want but you have no right to talk about a lady like that." She chided.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Vance," I said, sighing. She smiled and went on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. She's 5'8 and the photos of her in her 20s had Dave drooling.

She pulled away and cupped my right cheek. "That's alright, dear. Who did she sleep with this time?" She asked, dryly. I sighed.

"Believe it or not—front door Roger and Felix, my business partner," I answered, bitterly. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you," I said.

She chuckled as she turned to open the door. "A man as blindly in love as you were...I can't blame you for not seeing her true colours." She said, helping me inside. She took me into the living room and perked up. She stuck out her chest and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Why are you—

"Good morning, David." Mrs Vance purred. Oh.

David looked up from his cereal and smiled. "Hey hot stuff—whoa Dame! What happened to you?" Dave exclaimed. He's lounging on the couch in my violet silk robe and white Crocs.

"This is what sex against a window, floor, sink and kitchen counter does to you. Especially when you ended up falling off that same counter."

"Mm. That sounds amazing." He moaned.

"You didn't go home with any—"

"Of course I did. Psh...I'm offended you'd dare ask that but she was so boring." He grumbled.

"Ahuh. Well, thank you for your help, Mrs Vance." I said.

"Your welcome, dear." She said. I kissed her forehead as she waved goodbye to Dave. She left with an extra swing in her hips. Oh Lord. Dave watched her even breaking his neck to see her around the corner and as soon as the front door closed Dave took off my robe and in Dave's fashion, he wasn't wearing anything beneath. He hates clothes. It doesn't bother me anymore. When we first started kindergarten he use to take off his clothes anywhere and I mean anywhere, I thought it was normal until we began the third grade, he'd strip as soon as we got to my house or his. We had a fight when I got fed up of seeing his Twinkie and we stopped talking for about two hours if not less. I stopped caring when we reached puberty which was when I realized he will never change. "One day, she's going to get it. Mark my words Dame." He said, turning back to his cereal. Ah, I didn't need that image in my head. I sat beside him, sighing. He glanced over at me. "What's up?"

"I don't know how you do this—sex with a different girl every night," I confessed, taking his bowl and eating some of his cereal.

"It's better than settling down and getting your heart ripped out of your chest.....my heart is still broken—"

"Bullshit. You've never had a serious relationship—"

"I could have if she'd admit we belong together." He said, dramatically.

I shot him a questionable look. He stared into space and sighed. I thought long and hard. Sage. "You're still hung up on Sage Kelsey?!"

"Wrong twin bro. I'm hang up on Sagan." He corrected.

"That was your own fault. You were the biggest whore in high school!" I protested. "If anything she dodged a bullet back then."

"I was willing to change for her." He whispered. I stared at him, puzzled. He looked at me with sad eyes. I've never seen him this torn up before.....it's freaking me out. Well, at least I finally have something to tease him about, it's now a matter of finding the perfect situation to use it.

"Hmph." I breathed, slumping back onto the couch. "Now what?" I said, changing the subject.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"What happens now, do I throw Lynette's things out the window—"

"Hell fucking—YES!! We need to get rid of all this shit." He said. He got up and started knocking all of Lynette's crystal elephants off the mantle, next were photos of Lynette and I. He grinned at the broken pieces at his feet. "Are you going to let me do this by myself?"

I sighed and got up. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"First—take off your clothes—"

"No."

"It was worth a shot." He said, laughing. "We are going to get rid of all things Lynette, which includes everything she bought you," he said snatching my glasses off my face, "starting with these." He dropped it at his feet.

"Hey! Those are prescription and I bought them!" I protested, snatching them up before he had a chance to stomp on them.

"You got them while you were with Lynette so they're garbage."

"At least wait until I get a new pair, I do need to see, dummy!" I exclaimed.

"Oh right." He said teasingly.

I rolled my eyes. "So...that's how you want to play? Ok. The first person to trash this place wins." I said.

Dave grinned. "Game on!"