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Apathy - Short Story
Inside an apartment in Van Nuys, with plain beige walls that are minorly chipped in places, lives a woman named Julie Connors. The building is in a part of town which is barely affordable, but just outside the border of the more violent areas. A leaky faucet and the occasional power outage is a worthwhile price to pay as long as she doesn’t have neighbors that are doling out snow. She is a minimalist in the sense that a waitress making money from tips is a minimalist. There’s hardly anything a robber would deem worthy of taking because she can’t afford it. Hell, even her bed is just a mattress on the floor.
But a mattress is a mattress, and right now, with her on her back and Kaia straddling her, it was more than serving its purpose. The Latina’s nails dig into Julie’s pale hips as her legs stiffen and quake in the height of her pleasure. Before it entirely subsides, Kaia’s hands move to either side of Julie’s head as she leans down and kisses her. It’s an act of hunger, as if they’re feeding off each other’s need and lust.
When the kiss is broken, Kaia presses her lips to the side of Julie’s neck, then gently lowers herself to lay beside her, letting her straight black hair brush against her lover’s shoulder. “Told you it’d be worth staying sober.”
They both chuckle through heavy breaths as Julie turns towards her. “Have to admit, that felt a lot better than getting drunk.” The two of them met at the bar not more than three hours before this. Kaia was in a mood to go out and have a good time, take the night by storm and forget about every shitty thing that life had thrown at her recently. Lucky for her, Julie was sitting alone at the bar and was very interested in Kaia’s proposal to show her a good time. Kaia didn’t even have to mention that she was an up and coming hair stylist in LA who worked on Pharahmoan, the alt-pop singer, before her big tour.
“Tonight was fun,” Julie says, flipping her brown highlighted hair over her shoulder.
“You know,” Kaia leans in, planting a couple of kisses on her ribs. “I could stay the night and make tomorrow morning fun, too.”
“Oh, trust me, it would be anything but fun.” At that, the stylist leans back and scrunches her face. With the flickering street lamp outside giving the minimum amount of light needed to navigate the dark apartment, Julie gets up and starts looking around for her shirt.
“I don’t get it. Were you just faking it, or—”
“God no,” Julie replies, slipping the piece of clothing over her head. “Your mouth is magical. First time I’ve been with someone with a pierced tongue.” She bends down to slip on her underwear. “My girlfriend’s coming over tomorrow morning to take me out to breakfast.”
Normally, upon hearing that, people would be angry or shocked, but not Kaia. All she felt was resignation, expressed through a single heavy sigh. “Girlfriend? Really?”
“Yeah, and she’s a mechanic. Last thing I want is for her to smash your head in with a wrench.”
The carpeted floor suddenly feels more inviting than the bed, and the air seems more still as Kaia gets up and feels around for her own clothes. “You didn’t think to mention that, like, anytime before right now?”
The orange sear of a cigarette pierces the darkness and Julie releases a stream of smoke from between her lips. “Would you have ****ed me if I did?”
“Probably not.”
“Probably not?”
Kaia looks in her direction, emotionless, then rolls her eyes and continues getting dressed.
“You don’t really seem too bothered by it.”
“I’m not happy about it.” Then she walks over to Julie and pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it between her lips, leaning towards the other woman. The flame from the lighter flickers off Kaia’s silver studded nose ring and is shuttered a second later, leaving the ends of the cigarettes as the only light source coming from inside the apartment. The paper burns down almost as fast as Kaia’s willingness to feel. No specific emotions; just in general. “Why don’t you just leave her?”
“And do what? Date you?”
“**** no; I wouldn’t touch that trainwreck with a ten-foot pole after tonight. I just mean, if you’re gonna sleep around, why do it behind someone's back? Does it get you off or something?”
There’s a long pause between the two as Julie blows out another puff of smoke. “I love her.”
“Clearly.”
This time, it’s Julie who glares at Kaia, though the latter doesn’t flinch under the pressure.
A stretch of time passes before either of them speak again. Both of them have almost finished their cherries by the time Julie says, “My dad died.”
Kaia looks up at her for a moment, then back down at her cigarette. “That sucks.”
“Yeah.” Another bout of silence, then, “You’re the first person I’ve told. It happened earlier today. Car accident.”
“Mm.” Kaia nods, taking a deep breath and putting the butt of the cancer stick into the ashtray. “Dad dies in a crash. You decide to wreck your life.”
Julie takes another drag. Her hand is shaking. She nods her head.
Kaia plucks the cigarette out from between the brunette’s fingers and puts it in the ashtray alongside her own, because if she didn’t, it would’ve burned down to the woman’s fingertips. A car drives past the building outside, blasting some new rap single that was released earlier in the month. A reminder that other people did in fact still exist out there in the real world. The music fading off into the void of the night acts as a countdown to the next part of their conversation.
“You gonna tell her?”
Julie scoffs, “For what? So both our hearts can be broken?” She looks to the side. Ten or so seconds go by. “Maybe. Probably.” There isn’t uncertainty in the words; only fear. Turns out it’s easier to blow up your life before you actually light the fuse.
Kaia turns Julie’s head towards her, running a thumb across this shattered woman’s cheek to wipe away one of the tears that had fallen down it. Her hand lowers, and that same thumb drags gently across Julie’s bottom lip. “Here’s to sorting through the wreckage.”
Then she turns around, puts her hands in her jacket, and walks out the door.
Apathy - Short Story
Inside an apartment in Van Nuys, with plain beige walls that are minorly chipped in places, lives a woman named Julie Connors. The building is in a part of town which is barely affordable, but just outside the border of the more violent areas. A leaky faucet and the occasional power outage is a worthwhile price to pay as long as she doesn’t have neighbors that are doling out snow. She is a minimalist in the sense that a waitress making money from tips is a minimalist. There’s hardly anything a robber would deem worthy of taking because she can’t afford it. Hell, even her bed is just a mattress on the floor.
But a mattress is a mattress, and right now, with her on her back and Kaia straddling her, it was more than serving its purpose. The Latina’s nails dig into Julie’s pale hips as her legs stiffen and quake in the height of her pleasure. Before it entirely subsides, Kaia’s hands move to either side of Julie’s head as she leans down and kisses her. It’s an act of hunger, as if they’re feeding off each other’s need and lust.
When the kiss is broken, Kaia presses her lips to the side of Julie’s neck, then gently lowers herself to lay beside her, letting her straight black hair brush against her lover’s shoulder. “Told you it’d be worth staying sober.”
They both chuckle through heavy breaths as Julie turns towards her. “Have to admit, that felt a lot better than getting drunk.” The two of them met at the bar not more than three hours before this. Kaia was in a mood to go out and have a good time, take the night by storm and forget about every shitty thing that life had thrown at her recently. Lucky for her, Julie was sitting alone at the bar and was very interested in Kaia’s proposal to show her a good time. Kaia didn’t even have to mention that she was an up and coming hair stylist in LA who worked on Pharahmoan, the alt-pop singer, before her big tour.
“Tonight was fun,” Julie says, flipping her brown highlighted hair over her shoulder.
“You know,” Kaia leans in, planting a couple of kisses on her ribs. “I could stay the night and make tomorrow morning fun, too.”
“Oh, trust me, it would be anything but fun.” At that, the stylist leans back and scrunches her face. With the flickering street lamp outside giving the minimum amount of light needed to navigate the dark apartment, Julie gets up and starts looking around for her shirt.
“I don’t get it. Were you just faking it, or—”
“God no,” Julie replies, slipping the piece of clothing over her head. “Your mouth is magical. First time I’ve been with someone with a pierced tongue.” She bends down to slip on her underwear. “My girlfriend’s coming over tomorrow morning to take me out to breakfast.”
Normally, upon hearing that, people would be angry or shocked, but not Kaia. All she felt was resignation, expressed through a single heavy sigh. “Girlfriend? Really?”
“Yeah, and she’s a mechanic. Last thing I want is for her to smash your head in with a wrench.”
The carpeted floor suddenly feels more inviting than the bed, and the air seems more still as Kaia gets up and feels around for her own clothes. “You didn’t think to mention that, like, anytime before right now?”
The orange sear of a cigarette pierces the darkness and Julie releases a stream of smoke from between her lips. “Would you have ****ed me if I did?”
“Probably not.”
“Probably not?”
Kaia looks in her direction, emotionless, then rolls her eyes and continues getting dressed.
“You don’t really seem too bothered by it.”
“I’m not happy about it.” Then she walks over to Julie and pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it between her lips, leaning towards the other woman. The flame from the lighter flickers off Kaia’s silver studded nose ring and is shuttered a second later, leaving the ends of the cigarettes as the only light source coming from inside the apartment. The paper burns down almost as fast as Kaia’s willingness to feel. No specific emotions; just in general. “Why don’t you just leave her?”
“And do what? Date you?”
“**** no; I wouldn’t touch that trainwreck with a ten-foot pole after tonight. I just mean, if you’re gonna sleep around, why do it behind someone's back? Does it get you off or something?”
There’s a long pause between the two as Julie blows out another puff of smoke. “I love her.”
“Clearly.”
This time, it’s Julie who glares at Kaia, though the latter doesn’t flinch under the pressure.
A stretch of time passes before either of them speak again. Both of them have almost finished their cherries by the time Julie says, “My dad died.”
Kaia looks up at her for a moment, then back down at her cigarette. “That sucks.”
“Yeah.” Another bout of silence, then, “You’re the first person I’ve told. It happened earlier today. Car accident.”
“Mm.” Kaia nods, taking a deep breath and putting the butt of the cancer stick into the ashtray. “Dad dies in a crash. You decide to wreck your life.”
Julie takes another drag. Her hand is shaking. She nods her head.
Kaia plucks the cigarette out from between the brunette’s fingers and puts it in the ashtray alongside her own, because if she didn’t, it would’ve burned down to the woman’s fingertips. A car drives past the building outside, blasting some new rap single that was released earlier in the month. A reminder that other people did in fact still exist out there in the real world. The music fading off into the void of the night acts as a countdown to the next part of their conversation.
“You gonna tell her?”
Julie scoffs, “For what? So both our hearts can be broken?” She looks to the side. Ten or so seconds go by. “Maybe. Probably.” There isn’t uncertainty in the words; only fear. Turns out it’s easier to blow up your life before you actually light the fuse.
Kaia turns Julie’s head towards her, running a thumb across this shattered woman’s cheek to wipe away one of the tears that had fallen down it. Her hand lowers, and that same thumb drags gently across Julie’s bottom lip. “Here’s to sorting through the wreckage.”
Then she turns around, puts her hands in her jacket, and walks out the door.
