I Love Rock And Roll -- One-Shots

My next g̶i̶r̶l̶ boyfriend - Hetstaine

|ENGLISH VERSION|
|WERSJA ANGIELSKA|

– Dave! DAVE! – James's rough but sub-coloured with a sound of panic voice could be heard from the faraway. – If you think that you can just leave the house without… – With the face in a shade of red, the blonde man emerged from behind the wall and directed his heavy steps to the doors, in which Mustaine stood scarcely a minute before. But there wasn't that redhead anymore. There was no chance he could hear him. 

– "Typical" – James ostentatiously snorted. – "First he reproaches me, 'cause I sold out our microwave to have money for living and now he simply disappears!" - The boy was still staring at the desolated expanse of the disheveled, drab road of San Francisco, that was spreading behind the open doors of their shared flat. 
He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes and in the manner worth offended at the whole world teenager, he turned around using his heel. He didn't close the door. Why even? Nobody would want to rob them after all. 

Hatfield with a loud gasp of himself and the material, throwed his body on the couch. He reached out for the remote control of venerable, but still not-so-bad working TV. He had to calm down. Dave has been playing actions, that made James mad many times before but today he just overdone. If that had been one of his girlfriends, James would probably have blamed it all on the period. But now this kind of excuse would rather not make sense. Although, basing the presume on Dave's behaviour, he wouldn't be surprised. 

*pik* The mating of frogs
*pik* Romantic comedy
*pik* Wedding dress salon's advertisement

Really? They pay for THREE channels and on every one of them it has to be that kind of things on air right now? That TV had to make him feel better but instead it summoned another abominable thoughts. Why everyone has a fortunate love life and he is doomed to solitary? The only person he has had quite a good relationship so far was that crackhead Mustaine! But, obviously, he also had to abandon him! What has he failed in, that he always has to have such a bad luck? 

He turned that ungrateful box down and threw the remote on the provisional table made out of pallets. He lied on his back, looking at the ceiling, tilted his head a little backwards and closed his eyes. Maybe he will fall asleep at least… Maybe at least the dreams wouldn't remind him of his forever loneliness…

Before the boy's eyes there danced colourful patterns, similar to those, which ruled when hippies and psychodelic rock had their best time. He drowned in the depths of sweet darkness, that cut him off of his problems for awhile. But later the dream has changed. James was sitting on the chair in the unknown, big, dark room. He couldn't see anyone, but some voice was coming out the walls. That voice definitely could not be called lovable. It was treating James with ice-cold disregard and was filled with venom. 

– Welcome, my dearest! – the human viper hissed piercingly from the darkness – I have a film specially for you. I want you to watch it carefully…

Didn't James have even the slightest idea, what film that voice was talking about, but he felt in his bones  that he wouldn't like it. This time he hasn't been wrong. 

Abruptly on one of the walls there appeared a picture from the projector. Faces of his exes, one after another. Most of them he perfectly remembered, but there was also those, that he probably would never recognise. Each of the relationships ended similarly. Fight about domination and inability to accept a failure by one of the sides. 

Then on the screen there occurred the face that James exceptionally adored. Long time ago she was his fiancee, maybe even future wife… But that also was ruined. Het couldn't look at the pictures anymore, he tried to break free but some not visible chains had been pinning him to the seat. He wanted to shout ‐ from out his mouth there hadn't come any sound.