Post by ronald joshua clark on Sept 12, 2009 5:52:49 GMT 1
HAPPINESS IS JUST A GASH AWAY
when i open a familiar scar ,
PAIN GOES SHOOTING LIKE A STAR !
Lately Ronald had been hanging around the beach so much it was unhealthy. Really and truly unhealthy, considering he never really did much of anything there. He didn't go splash around, he didn't collect sea shells, he didn't go with a group of friends (Ha! what friends?!), he didn't sun tan. He most certainly didn't surf. No, the man went there to do what he did best, which was of course, be a complete and utter douche bag. The young man's idea of a good time wasn't any of those activities. No, Ronnie's idea of a good time at the beach was sitting around, drinking out of the flask hidden in his pocket, and checking out the barely clothed females there. Every now and again he'd even shout obscene things to them, which did one of two things for the most part. Half the time it earned him a glare...maybe more than half the time. Sometimes he got yelled at. But every now and then he'd end up flirting with one of the girls. That was usually only if he somehow was lucky enough to run into a stupid one who didn't realize that despite his good looks, he wasn't worth anyone's time.
That wasn't true. Ronnie was worth someone's time...he just had issues. He had a good side...it was just left behind from when he'd witnessed his best friend being shot for absolutely no reason. He was an impolite ass hole, he didn't deserve anything more than what he got. The only good thing about him, really, was that he wasn't a fan of self pity. He didn't go around complaining about his life, not even to himself, because it was all his fault. He could have been a nicer person, he could have stopped drinking. He could have stopped fucking anything in a skirt. But instead he continued with his risque ways. He continued fucking up his life one stupid move after another.
And then there was the fact that he didn't have a job. The fact that all of his days were spent just like this one. The fact that he was still living with his parents at the incredible age of twenty-three. The fact that his little fucking sister was more success full than he was, and she was barely out of fucking college. That thought actually couldn't help but make him grimace. When his sister had been home for the Summer she'd gotten everything she wanted. She'd gotten all the attention. Her parents had waited on her hand and foot...and yet he couldn't complain. She was such a fucking nice person, nice enough to make him want to vomit in her cereal.
Groaning at the thought he reached into his pocket, pulled out his flask, and took another swig. He was doing nothing other than laying down on the sand. His attire was completely wrong for the beach, but he didn't care. The man also couldn't bring himself to care that sand was getting all through his hair. Or that he was attracting some murderous glares from the people there with his family. Now, that he didn't get. He wasn't drunk or anything...he was barely buzzing. They were fucking lucky he didn't get up and blow smoke rings in their face. While the thought was tempting, he merely grinned to himself, shutting his eyes and feeling the sunshine on his face. As much as his hard times had twisted him, he could still feel joy in such small things. But he knew he had to be going soon...soon enough they'd call the cops on him, and his parents would have to pay some huge fine for him getting drunk where it was obviously now allowed.
Sighing he opened his eyes and jumped up off of the sandy ground, before he started walking. Still with his eyes closed - a risky move in a crowded beach. All around him people were moving out of his way - and looking like they wanted to kill him. But he didn't notice...he didn't notice anything until the next thing he knew his head was hurting like fuck and he was knocked onto the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He roared, one of his hands raising up to his head as his eyes snapped open. Who had the nerve to knock him on his ass like that? Whoever it was was going to get hell for it, that much was sure. But the second his eyes landed on who it actually was, he knew they were going to get double hell. alison fucking jones. As much as Ronnie disliked people, he hated her. There was no reason for it, really, other than she pressed all of his many buttons. Especially now that she'd physically harmed him.
Part of him was saying just to forget it, that she hadn't meant it, that she seemed pretty fucking sorry. To drop it and leave, not say another word. That was the part that was burried underneath the snake coiling in his mind, getting ready to strike at her. Not physically of course. He wasn't physically agrresive towards women, ever. Just with his sharp words, and looks. "Oh, fuck off." he grumbled, feeling light headed due to his slight injury. Standing to his feet he shot her a look that could kill, then sighed loudly. What he really wanted to do? Was piss the girl off so badly she attacked him or something of the sort. That would give him a good fucking laugh. And so that's exactly what he decided to do.
"What the fuck are you even doing here?" He demanded, even though he knew very well what she was doing there. She was there a lot, really, but he'd only ever had the pleasure of having to talk to her once. Heavy sarcasm on the pleasure part, mind you.
AND SAPPY SONGS ABOUT SEX
and cheating, bland accounts of two lovers meeting ,
MAKE ME WANNA GIVE MAN KIND A BEATING !
[/font][/color]and cheating, bland accounts of two lovers meeting ,
MAKE ME WANNA GIVE MAN KIND A BEATING !
status * finished
words * 1,226 words
lyrics * gravity - the dresden dolls
notes * sorry about the eh-ness of this post. my first posts with new charries always epic fail.
