I wrote a little something (Sorta last-minute for a project. I'm in an actual creative writing class!) just a while ago. Hope you like it! Maybe give me some ideas for alternate endings or tell me what some of your thoughts were as you read this?
Heat of the Moment
by Experienced Novice
This fucking sun won’t stop glaring at me. Could probably fry my retina like an egg. Sunny side up. Sunny. The sun is up. High up… Damn, it’s really hot outside.
“Hey, can’t we put this off for another day?”
“No way. That fucking…” he choked. “Bitch, is going to get what she deserves, right here and right now.”
“Alright man. Just wait a few minutes for me. Going to go get water or something. I’m dying here.”
There was no use in arguing with David. Once he had his heart set on something, he clung to it (in this case, “it” being a “she”) like a nursing baby to its mom’s tit. And David was definitely a tit man. And a big baby… Anyways.
David and Lia had been dating for a pretty long time. Like 3 years. They went out on stupid dates. Candlelit dinners, mini golf, museums, you get the deal. Held hands as often as they could in public. We were pretty sure they were going to get married or something. Then one day, David told me they broke up. Out of nowhere. Crazy, huh? He hasn’t shut up about her since the breakup. Even though his obsessiveness sometimes drives me crazy, he’s still kinda cool to be around.
I take a sip from the fountain outside the west wing of the Northedge Mall. It tastes like it should: groundwater and piss. But it cools me down a bit. I turn around and look back in the general direction of where I came from. It’s hard to see across the light grey parking lot, but then I find it. Her navy blue minivan. (Which to be honest, is kinda ugly.) I walk back and past halfway, I feel really thirsty again. Fuck.
“Listen, man. I don’t get why you want to do this. She just broke up with you. That’s all, right?”
“I don’t- talk – no,” he mumbles. “Some- with her- 7 months.”
“Wait, hold up. What are you saying? She didn’t just break up with you?”
He turns away and opens his car. He’s looking furiously in there for something. He pulls out a plastic bag, which holds 3 cartons of eggs. Really, David?
I try not to laugh. David’s clearly not had many exes.
“So… let me get this straight. This.” I point at the bag. “Is for the car. You’re going to egg her car.”
He stares at me for a few seconds and tells me, “yeah.”
“Dude, this is nothing. You’re trying to piss her off, not provide her with a free breakfast. Don’t you have anything else? In your trunk maybe?”
“No.”
“Give me that.” I snatch the keys from his hand and pop open the trunk. “This’ll do.” There’s a toolbox with some screwdrivers in it, a jumper cable, and a lug wrench. I pull out the wrench and hand it to him, saying nothing. I go to my car and get an old can of spray paint I've been keeping.
I let him get to work on the car. Tell him to get creative. David takes one whack at the rear window and starts yelling like a fucking maniac.
“Shut up! This place might be practically dead, but you don’t want to get caught.”
“You shut up. I need to do this if I want to feel better.”
The sun melts the concept of time and keeps beating down. “CHEATER” is written in white on the right side. I keep hearing noises, satisfying noises of destruction and revenger as the heat continues to burn my skin and the air around me. It’s getting really hard to breathe.
“Hey man, we should leave.”
“What?”
“I said we should probably leave. It’s getting really hot here.”
“Maybe…..try…but….yet.”
A slur of words floats around my head. Something about calm. Or was it sun? I can’t see anything with my eyes. My head makes weird noises. I try to focus but there’s a jack in my hand and I don’t know how it got there. It’s really hot outside. It’s really hot.
