do, part four
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radiantbabysorry for the delay, but computer time has been limited lately (roomie spent all night on the comp doing homework - blah!). i did want to try and get this big segment up before i went to bed though. feedback pretty please. :)
TITLE: Do [working title]
GENRE: Romance, Angst
KEY MEMBER(S): Jack, for now
SYNOPSIS: After being put out of commission from breaking his finger, it is the eve of the White Stripes first show after the accident. Jack is finding himself lonely in a crowd, questioning his success, and terrified about his first show after his injury. Little does he know there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel coming around the bend. Her name is Kate.
RATING: PG-13 at the moment
ARCHIVING: Soon it will be on the archive site if all goes well, anywhere else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please…I am still in the throes of writers block, so tell me if it sucks too hard.
MISC: The narrative of the story is Jack. Remember this is fiction, I do not profess to be Jack White or any of his multiple personalities. Also, facts might get a bit toyed with, but that is what makes things fun. Enjoy.
*
The two of us put Edward's arms around our respective shoulders and pretty painstakingly made our way upstairs to their suite. Edward was speaking nearly incoherently by that point, the dead weight of his body making it difficult to carry him. He seemed to even pass out for a few moments while riding up the elevator with us, but his eyes darted open with the ping of its arrival on their floor and the swoosh of the doors opening.
We made our way to their suite at the end of the hall. It was actually close to mine and, by the looks of it, it looked about as expensive. Kate pulled out her card key and let us in and we carried him through the room and laid him down on the bed.
Kate then shut the door to the bedroom, turning off its light, and led me back into the living room of the suite. "I am so embarrassed," she said quietly, perching herself on the back of the couch, looking down at the floor as she spoke. "Thank you for the help."
"It was fine. I just..." I paused, shuffling my feet a bit, "I just wanted to spend more time with you, I guess. I didn't want the evening to end."
She looked at me a bit worried, only saying, "But...Edward."
"I know you are with him, I know. I just didn't want our night to end so abruptly."
She smiled at me. "Me neither. I was really enjoying myself."
Then I sighed, trying to get myself to move towards the door. It was difficult, though, my legs felt like concrete melting to the floor. It couldn't end this way, could it?
"I've got an idea," I said suddenly, my mind spinning with thoughts of how I could possibly extend our experience.
"Okay..." she said hesitantly, but with a slight mischievous glint in her eye. Perhaps she didn't want things to end so soon either?
"When I was walking around earlier I discovered this great alcove on the roof. Perhaps we could just go up there...and talk?" I offered nervously, my heart hanging on her response.
Sure it was masochistic letting this sudden attraction overwhelm me for a women who was obviously unattainable, but it still gave me a bit of a rush. Besides, I was not completely sober at that moment, so it really seemed perfectly viable to me.
"Talk?" she smirked at me, giving me a playfully suspicious look.
I held my breath and moved to sit next to her on the back of the couch. "Kate, I...need tonight. I don't need it to end so quickly. You fill the minutes better than anyone could right now. I do not want to spend the rest of the evening alone in my room, slowly destroying myself."
"I'm your saving grace, then?"
"Yes," I sighed, "to be quite honest, you are."
"Well, I can't let you down then, can I?" she replied, another sweet smile crossing her lips, and her hand shyly taking my own.
There was something in her eyes that showed me that more than anything at that moment she just wanted to run away with me from her own life, just as I did, if only for a few hours. Yes, she needed me just as much as I needed her that night. I couldn't let her down either.
Kate checked on Edward one more time and then rejoined me in the living room.
"Is he...?"
"He's sleeping like a baby. He probably won't even wake up until tomorrow afternoon. He likes to go on benders every once in while," she said walking towards me.
"Does that upset you?" I asked.
She moved before me, pressing her finger to my lips to quiet me. "Another time."
* * *
We called downstairs to get some wine, cheese, crackers, and a blanket to bring with us upstairs. We then also decided to make our way downstairs to pick up everything ourselves, deciding we'd be acting too spoiled otherwise. At the reception desk sat a very bored looking woman, who seemed to be in her early twenties. Her eyes lit up as she saw our approach, her cheeks blushing.
"Ja-Jack White?" she stammered, trying to calm herself.
"Um yes," I replied nervously, trying to keep the conversation more to the point of why we were down there, "we are here to pick up an order for room 502."
"Yes, yes of course!" the woman -- her nametag stating she was Angie -- gushed, "I have everything right here."
She turned around and began to sort through some things, dropping papers and such, seemingly due to her own nerves. I looked to Kate who just watched the situation and, as with the waitress, seemed rather amused.
Angie turned back to us with a small rubber crate. She placed it up on the top of the desk before us. It held the bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, and a rolled up blanket all with a somewhat swanky "Best wishes" card from "The Management."
"Are...are you having a picnic?" Angie stammered excitedly.
"Something like that," I replied, lifting the crate.
"I love the new album, it’s so great! I can't wait to see you tomorrow night. I have tickets!" she exclaimed as we had begun to walk away.
I stopped and smiled back at her. At least she did seem sincere despite the awkward moment. "Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy the show," I replied nodding to her and then turned back to head back towards the elevator.
"Enjoy your picnic!" she called out to us as we rounded the corner. "God, that sounded stupid," I could hear her quietly chastise herself afterwards.
"Sorry about that," I said to Kate, shrugging a bit awkwardly as we walked up to the elevators.
"Okay, that's two for the evening there, I am feeling more and more sheltered," she laughed, blushing herself.
"Well, we are pretty popular right now, but not in all markets. I actually find it refreshing you don't know me."
"Why would you?"
"Because I don't have to try as hard to impress you by living up to some preconceived ideal of what I ‘should’ be like." It was true, though I hadn't really thought of it until it was spoken.
"Hmm, yes, I suppose," she replied, pausing for a moment, then adding, "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Could I hear your music?" she asked coyly.
"I thought we weren't going to be our real selves tonight," I teased, suddenly strangely nervous about sharing "the real me" with her.
"I know...but you saw one of my little secrets, even my room, so I think it would be a fair trade. Besides, I am terribly curious."
I sighed, pressing the "Up" button on the elevator. "Okay."
She smiled at me, rubbing my back approvingly for a moment before we boarded the arriving elevator.
"Should I call you Karen now?" I asked her, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"Hmm, not yet. I like when you call me Kate. Do you mind me calling you John still?"
"No...I like it too. It’s like having the chance to have another life."
* * *
We made our way upstairs, taking a side trip to my own suite. "I apologize for the mess," I said, sitting the crate down on the dresser.
The room wasn't too terrible, just a bit messy with some clothes strewn around and my guitar lying on the bed.
"No, I like it," she smiled, looking around. "It's lived in."
I walked over to the table and picked up my portable CD player and a copy of my CD De Stijl. "I hope this is okay, I was playing along with it earlier. I'd gotten a bit out of practice."
"Yes, that would be great," she said, walking over to me and taking the radio and CD from me. I looked at her surprised. "You have enough to carry," she added.
I then picked the crate back up and we left, making our way back up the elevator. Once on the top floor, we took the service stairs to the place on the roof I had told her about. It was a small obscured alcove, hidden behind some of the fixtures on the far end of the roof.
I put the crate down and laid out the blanket on the ground. We then both sat down, opening the wine and taking out the cheese and crackers. Kate set up the radio, flipping open the CD and placing it inside. She smiled a bit at me as she pointed to me on its cover and then pressed play.
TITLE: Do [working title]
GENRE: Romance, Angst
KEY MEMBER(S): Jack, for now
SYNOPSIS: After being put out of commission from breaking his finger, it is the eve of the White Stripes first show after the accident. Jack is finding himself lonely in a crowd, questioning his success, and terrified about his first show after his injury. Little does he know there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel coming around the bend. Her name is Kate.
RATING: PG-13 at the moment
ARCHIVING: Soon it will be on the archive site if all goes well, anywhere else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please…I am still in the throes of writers block, so tell me if it sucks too hard.
MISC: The narrative of the story is Jack. Remember this is fiction, I do not profess to be Jack White or any of his multiple personalities. Also, facts might get a bit toyed with, but that is what makes things fun. Enjoy.
*
The two of us put Edward's arms around our respective shoulders and pretty painstakingly made our way upstairs to their suite. Edward was speaking nearly incoherently by that point, the dead weight of his body making it difficult to carry him. He seemed to even pass out for a few moments while riding up the elevator with us, but his eyes darted open with the ping of its arrival on their floor and the swoosh of the doors opening.
We made our way to their suite at the end of the hall. It was actually close to mine and, by the looks of it, it looked about as expensive. Kate pulled out her card key and let us in and we carried him through the room and laid him down on the bed.
Kate then shut the door to the bedroom, turning off its light, and led me back into the living room of the suite. "I am so embarrassed," she said quietly, perching herself on the back of the couch, looking down at the floor as she spoke. "Thank you for the help."
"It was fine. I just..." I paused, shuffling my feet a bit, "I just wanted to spend more time with you, I guess. I didn't want the evening to end."
She looked at me a bit worried, only saying, "But...Edward."
"I know you are with him, I know. I just didn't want our night to end so abruptly."
She smiled at me. "Me neither. I was really enjoying myself."
Then I sighed, trying to get myself to move towards the door. It was difficult, though, my legs felt like concrete melting to the floor. It couldn't end this way, could it?
"I've got an idea," I said suddenly, my mind spinning with thoughts of how I could possibly extend our experience.
"Okay..." she said hesitantly, but with a slight mischievous glint in her eye. Perhaps she didn't want things to end so soon either?
"When I was walking around earlier I discovered this great alcove on the roof. Perhaps we could just go up there...and talk?" I offered nervously, my heart hanging on her response.
Sure it was masochistic letting this sudden attraction overwhelm me for a women who was obviously unattainable, but it still gave me a bit of a rush. Besides, I was not completely sober at that moment, so it really seemed perfectly viable to me.
"Talk?" she smirked at me, giving me a playfully suspicious look.
I held my breath and moved to sit next to her on the back of the couch. "Kate, I...need tonight. I don't need it to end so quickly. You fill the minutes better than anyone could right now. I do not want to spend the rest of the evening alone in my room, slowly destroying myself."
"I'm your saving grace, then?"
"Yes," I sighed, "to be quite honest, you are."
"Well, I can't let you down then, can I?" she replied, another sweet smile crossing her lips, and her hand shyly taking my own.
There was something in her eyes that showed me that more than anything at that moment she just wanted to run away with me from her own life, just as I did, if only for a few hours. Yes, she needed me just as much as I needed her that night. I couldn't let her down either.
Kate checked on Edward one more time and then rejoined me in the living room.
"Is he...?"
"He's sleeping like a baby. He probably won't even wake up until tomorrow afternoon. He likes to go on benders every once in while," she said walking towards me.
"Does that upset you?" I asked.
She moved before me, pressing her finger to my lips to quiet me. "Another time."
* * *
We called downstairs to get some wine, cheese, crackers, and a blanket to bring with us upstairs. We then also decided to make our way downstairs to pick up everything ourselves, deciding we'd be acting too spoiled otherwise. At the reception desk sat a very bored looking woman, who seemed to be in her early twenties. Her eyes lit up as she saw our approach, her cheeks blushing.
"Ja-Jack White?" she stammered, trying to calm herself.
"Um yes," I replied nervously, trying to keep the conversation more to the point of why we were down there, "we are here to pick up an order for room 502."
"Yes, yes of course!" the woman -- her nametag stating she was Angie -- gushed, "I have everything right here."
She turned around and began to sort through some things, dropping papers and such, seemingly due to her own nerves. I looked to Kate who just watched the situation and, as with the waitress, seemed rather amused.
Angie turned back to us with a small rubber crate. She placed it up on the top of the desk before us. It held the bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, and a rolled up blanket all with a somewhat swanky "Best wishes" card from "The Management."
"Are...are you having a picnic?" Angie stammered excitedly.
"Something like that," I replied, lifting the crate.
"I love the new album, it’s so great! I can't wait to see you tomorrow night. I have tickets!" she exclaimed as we had begun to walk away.
I stopped and smiled back at her. At least she did seem sincere despite the awkward moment. "Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy the show," I replied nodding to her and then turned back to head back towards the elevator.
"Enjoy your picnic!" she called out to us as we rounded the corner. "God, that sounded stupid," I could hear her quietly chastise herself afterwards.
"Sorry about that," I said to Kate, shrugging a bit awkwardly as we walked up to the elevators.
"Okay, that's two for the evening there, I am feeling more and more sheltered," she laughed, blushing herself.
"Well, we are pretty popular right now, but not in all markets. I actually find it refreshing you don't know me."
"Why would you?"
"Because I don't have to try as hard to impress you by living up to some preconceived ideal of what I ‘should’ be like." It was true, though I hadn't really thought of it until it was spoken.
"Hmm, yes, I suppose," she replied, pausing for a moment, then adding, "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Could I hear your music?" she asked coyly.
"I thought we weren't going to be our real selves tonight," I teased, suddenly strangely nervous about sharing "the real me" with her.
"I know...but you saw one of my little secrets, even my room, so I think it would be a fair trade. Besides, I am terribly curious."
I sighed, pressing the "Up" button on the elevator. "Okay."
She smiled at me, rubbing my back approvingly for a moment before we boarded the arriving elevator.
"Should I call you Karen now?" I asked her, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"Hmm, not yet. I like when you call me Kate. Do you mind me calling you John still?"
"No...I like it too. It’s like having the chance to have another life."
* * *
We made our way upstairs, taking a side trip to my own suite. "I apologize for the mess," I said, sitting the crate down on the dresser.
The room wasn't too terrible, just a bit messy with some clothes strewn around and my guitar lying on the bed.
"No, I like it," she smiled, looking around. "It's lived in."
I walked over to the table and picked up my portable CD player and a copy of my CD De Stijl. "I hope this is okay, I was playing along with it earlier. I'd gotten a bit out of practice."
"Yes, that would be great," she said, walking over to me and taking the radio and CD from me. I looked at her surprised. "You have enough to carry," she added.
I then picked the crate back up and we left, making our way back up the elevator. Once on the top floor, we took the service stairs to the place on the roof I had told her about. It was a small obscured alcove, hidden behind some of the fixtures on the far end of the roof.
I put the crate down and laid out the blanket on the ground. We then both sat down, opening the wine and taking out the cheese and crackers. Kate set up the radio, flipping open the CD and placing it inside. She smiled a bit at me as she pointed to me on its cover and then pressed play.
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