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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Shakira
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
17,762
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Shakira. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Title: "Security" Chapter Four
Author: Jane Shadow
Distribution: None without permission
Disclaimer: I don't own any Latin pop stars. If I did, I would give them all names like 'Gordita con queso' etc.
Rating: PG-13
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I had been driving without my mind settling on any solid thoughts for eight miles. Knuckles white, hands clenched around the leather steering wheel which was now warm from my grip... and my eyes staring straight ahead of me to the freeway, as if it held some kind of answers for me.
Then there was Kira, sitting close to the door and seeming farther away now then she had even when I was in the crowd and she was swinging her hips around onstage. It was like our sex had caused her to form an emotional attachment to the window and now she wouldn'eak eak away from it if her life depended on it... just a girl and a solid chunk of glass, my existance overshadowed. I glanced at her then quickly looked away. No sense in creating an awkward moment for no true purpose... no, because the moment we were sharing already wasn't awkward enough? Now even my inner monologues of thoughts seemed to be mocking me, and relentlessly.
I caught her lighting a cigarette out of the corner of my eye, but I focused on the road, mentally noting the green sign that declared our destination to be only another 20 miles. It should have read "Continuation of Certain Awkwardness 20" and possibly below that a little sign that would read "Place of Rest and Solitude Away from the Reminder our our Idiocy 450"
Yes, I felt like an idiot. Granted, I had completely responded to that sudden entertainable urge to grab ahold of something that seemed so unattainable... like a flash in the pan. But at that very moment where we both sat in a smoke-filled cab, I knew I had made a mistake. I knew I had misjudged my own personal abilio juo just call it a good time and then shrug off any inhibitions I may have. In all of my life experience, you would think that my feeble brain might learn to understand itself, as well as the emotions I produce in specific situations... but instead I found myself an idiot as I drove on the left side of a two-lane freeway, staring blankly ahead and stuffing everything within. Neither one of us said a word for those 20 miles. Kira had turned on the radio and flipped around stations, occasionally humming along to whatever was playing in the way that made it only too obvious that she had never heard the song before. Eventually the inevitable silence joined us once again and stayed there until I pulled into the hotel parking lot.
"Here we are." I mumbled as I shut off the engine. She stepped out and as I pocketed the keys, I looked over again to get a solid look at the girl, her thick hair a wild display, her make-up streaking subtly from the night's earlier activities. The door slammed behind her and I grabbed my "bag" from behind the driver's seat, which was really just a pair of pants wrapped around a toothbrush and a bottle of contact solution. I never have seen the point in packing for one night. Of course Kira had to retrieve her three suitcases (that all snapped together conveniently) from the bed of the truck before we could check in for the night.
I was standing outside my room, drowsily unlocking the door, when I heard her voice behind me. It was the first thing she had said to me since the moment she literally climbed off of me, but by now I was too tired to care. "I had a good time with you." She said.
I turned around to face her and resisted the undeniable urge to explain to her exactly WHY she had a good time with me... using me. Instead, I swallowed my words along with the shriveled bits of my pride. "Well you know, it's my job." Kira tensed up a little when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile, even though I was beyond fatiqued and every single muscle ached, including the ones in my face.
"I mean I had fun with you." She responded, as if certain that she had misunderstood my english, or vice versa. Then her small, gentle hand reached out to me, showing all the more the height distance between us as she stepped closher her lips meeting mine. That one last, simple kiss before Kira pulled away and disappeared to her own hotel room.
Reluctant, but too exhausted to do anything about it, I pushed the door completely open and found myself in thick cotton sheets that smelled of lavender without recalling having gotten into bed. That was the last thought I had before my subconcious took over, my mind overwhelmed by dreams while I slept heavily. And every dream was the same... the humiliation I felt with myself as the most critical audience, wondering what had ever possessed me to let myself adore a girl so distant in heart and body. Yet still I saw her face repeatedly, and each time I would forgive myself for every last bit of it. After all, a girl like that is just too beautiful to resist.
Author: Jane Shadow
Distribution: None without permission
Disclaimer: I don't own any Latin pop stars. If I did, I would give them all names like 'Gordita con queso' etc.
Rating: PG-13
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I had been driving without my mind settling on any solid thoughts for eight miles. Knuckles white, hands clenched around the leather steering wheel which was now warm from my grip... and my eyes staring straight ahead of me to the freeway, as if it held some kind of answers for me.
Then there was Kira, sitting close to the door and seeming farther away now then she had even when I was in the crowd and she was swinging her hips around onstage. It was like our sex had caused her to form an emotional attachment to the window and now she wouldn'eak eak away from it if her life depended on it... just a girl and a solid chunk of glass, my existance overshadowed. I glanced at her then quickly looked away. No sense in creating an awkward moment for no true purpose... no, because the moment we were sharing already wasn't awkward enough? Now even my inner monologues of thoughts seemed to be mocking me, and relentlessly.
I caught her lighting a cigarette out of the corner of my eye, but I focused on the road, mentally noting the green sign that declared our destination to be only another 20 miles. It should have read "Continuation of Certain Awkwardness 20" and possibly below that a little sign that would read "Place of Rest and Solitude Away from the Reminder our our Idiocy 450"
Yes, I felt like an idiot. Granted, I had completely responded to that sudden entertainable urge to grab ahold of something that seemed so unattainable... like a flash in the pan. But at that very moment where we both sat in a smoke-filled cab, I knew I had made a mistake. I knew I had misjudged my own personal abilio juo just call it a good time and then shrug off any inhibitions I may have. In all of my life experience, you would think that my feeble brain might learn to understand itself, as well as the emotions I produce in specific situations... but instead I found myself an idiot as I drove on the left side of a two-lane freeway, staring blankly ahead and stuffing everything within. Neither one of us said a word for those 20 miles. Kira had turned on the radio and flipped around stations, occasionally humming along to whatever was playing in the way that made it only too obvious that she had never heard the song before. Eventually the inevitable silence joined us once again and stayed there until I pulled into the hotel parking lot.
"Here we are." I mumbled as I shut off the engine. She stepped out and as I pocketed the keys, I looked over again to get a solid look at the girl, her thick hair a wild display, her make-up streaking subtly from the night's earlier activities. The door slammed behind her and I grabbed my "bag" from behind the driver's seat, which was really just a pair of pants wrapped around a toothbrush and a bottle of contact solution. I never have seen the point in packing for one night. Of course Kira had to retrieve her three suitcases (that all snapped together conveniently) from the bed of the truck before we could check in for the night.
I was standing outside my room, drowsily unlocking the door, when I heard her voice behind me. It was the first thing she had said to me since the moment she literally climbed off of me, but by now I was too tired to care. "I had a good time with you." She said.
I turned around to face her and resisted the undeniable urge to explain to her exactly WHY she had a good time with me... using me. Instead, I swallowed my words along with the shriveled bits of my pride. "Well you know, it's my job." Kira tensed up a little when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile, even though I was beyond fatiqued and every single muscle ached, including the ones in my face.
"I mean I had fun with you." She responded, as if certain that she had misunderstood my english, or vice versa. Then her small, gentle hand reached out to me, showing all the more the height distance between us as she stepped closher her lips meeting mine. That one last, simple kiss before Kira pulled away and disappeared to her own hotel room.
Reluctant, but too exhausted to do anything about it, I pushed the door completely open and found myself in thick cotton sheets that smelled of lavender without recalling having gotten into bed. That was the last thought I had before my subconcious took over, my mind overwhelmed by dreams while I slept heavily. And every dream was the same... the humiliation I felt with myself as the most critical audience, wondering what had ever possessed me to let myself adore a girl so distant in heart and body. Yet still I saw her face repeatedly, and each time I would forgive myself for every last bit of it. After all, a girl like that is just too beautiful to resist.