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Equivalent	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been two weeks since he had shown his face, and Simon was growing bored of his personal strike. His ego missed the attention but he easily put that out of mind once he understood the nauseous feeling that kept striking him: his heart missed her.

He had watched the four shows he had missed; two of them boasted a celebrity filling in for the ‘ill Simon’ and the other two shows held Randy and Paula at a slightly distanced placing, in order to balance the now-dwarfing table.

He shut the television, tossing the remote against the wall - his lip jutting into a pout when the remote failed to shatter. The heat had been rising, forcing him to don a comfortable apparel: a simple white sleeveless-undershirt and a pair of plain navy-blue jogging pants, rolled up to his knees. He padded barefoot to the kitchen and glanced in his refrigerator, noting that his supplies were dwindling. Sighing aloud, he bent down beside the fridge and picked up an empty box of 12s. He picked up two bags of garbage at the same time, and stepped outside for the first time in fourteen days.

He was about to make his way to the curb when he saw a figure sitting there. His eyes glanced at his driveway, seeing the familiar vehicle parked behind his. He nodded and glanced back at the figure - her back still turned towards him. He shrugged, walked up and dropped the garbage on one side of her, and placed the box of empty beer bottles on the other side. “Collection is in half-an hour...” He muttered and turned on his heel, heading back in the house.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, trying to catch his breath. Two weeks -did- make the heart grow fonder. He felt his fingers tingle, wanting to caress her soft skin, or lose his hands in the silky jungle of her hair.

A small knock; petite hands rapping against the wooden door. “Si...”

He shook his head, dark thoughts invading his mind. «What did she call -him- when they were screwing around together?» He stepped away from the door, opening it as he walked away.

She glanced in, watching his retreating back. “Simon...” She called out again, before stepping in. She let the door swing close behind her, retracing his steps to the living room. “Why weren’t you answering your calls...the door...” She paused, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Why weren’t you answering me?”

He sucked on the inside of his lower lip, breathing heavily through his nose. “Figured you were preoccupied with pretty boy...didn’t need me to be bothering you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s what this is about? This two-week ‘no-show’ is jealousy?”

His eyes snapped to hers, fire ablaze in them. “It’s not about jealousy, it’s about mockery!” He yelled at her.

She crossed her arms, a bitter-sweet laugh tumbling out of her mouth. “Oh...so when you humiliate Ryan on national television, it’s cute. But when we do it - ”

“ - not we, -you-!” He interrupted her, his statement shocking both and instilling a tense silence to lay heavily in the room.

After several moments, the shakiness in her voice returned. “Why is it different - ”

“ - because it’s you! Because words hurt when it’s from those you love.” He admitted, adrenaline causing the words to spill out faster than his mind could process them. He took a step back, his eyes looking at her blankly. “How long were you two screwing around, huh? Letting me look like an idiot when the whole freakin’ America knew of my feelings for you. Did you two laugh when he was in you, knowing that I wanted to be there? Knowing that I wanted to be there while you two were having a romantic dinner, before you took off your clothes and sexed the place up? Knowing that I wanted to be there as he held you after, as you two watched the sunrise, as you two spent the day in bed together: talking, laughing...feeling?” He clenched his fists. “I hope you had a good bloody laugh while you two fucked like whores!”

Anger flashed in her eyes at his hurtful words. “Whore?!” She took a step forward, diminishing the distance between them. “So that’s what I am to you...a whore. A scantily dressed ex-dancer who sleeps around with her friends.” She shook her head. “Well you’re right. Randy loved it. Nigel loved it. Fuller loved it. Ryan...Ryan was so good, I had repeat business.” She poked him in the chest, pushing him backwards. “Because that’s what a whore does, right?” She poked him again, feeling tears spring to her eyes, “sleeps around with anybody and everybody.” Another poke, another tear shed. “All the contestants? Done.” She spit out the last word, poking him again until he was know pinned up against the wall. “Is that why you were so upset, ‘Simey’...?” Her voice skipped, as emotions were climbing. “Were you upset that I didn’t offer my services to you?” She pressed her body up against his, grinding her pelvis against him. “That I didn’t call you over to fuck your brains out?” One hand wrapped around his neck, grasping the hair at the bottom of his skull. The second held on to his shirt and yanked him towards her, aggressively bruising his lips as hers claimed his.

He gave in to the sensation for a mere second before processing their situation. “No...” he pushed her away, creating distance between their two aroused bodies. Hatred and love created a deadly concoction and they both knew that the tension between them had to be solved one way or the other.

His chest heaved, noticing hers mimicked the action. He shook his head, dropping his head to his chest. “Leave.” He croaked out. He glanced up at the hurt in her eyes, and he bit his lower lip, still tasting her. “Leave...or I will.”

–TBC–
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