Post by prozac on Apr 29, 2007 16:51:29 GMT -5
Wednesday Morning
Prozac sits there in his livingroom. Dormant in his state of mind and stellar to the world around him. What thoughts drift through his head?
Wednesday Afternoon
Prozac got up out of bed just like every morning, entered his bathroom and brushed his teeth and took a 25 minute shower followed by his morning breakfast; three scrambled eggs and 2 slices of toast and a large glass of milk.. Upon clearing his plate he headed back to his room grabbing his already packed gym bag and slipped on into a track suit and headed out from his Apartment nestled inside Cornwall, NY. It was his only place of solitude. And he was either there or Bert’s(Ritalin's) house and while not at one of those two he was at the gym. It was only a short 25 minute trip to the gym from his place and while there he did what he did five days a week, ran it out on the treadmill and then pumped some iron ect. no matter how many twits were there making a scene. Today was tricep, bicep, and chest day for him.
After a long two hour workout Prozac grabbed his towel from the rack near the doors and headed back to the locker room to shower and change before meeting up with Bert. After a 15 minute shower Prozac dried off with a fresh towel and proceeded to head out the door after changing into his black T-shirt and black jeans and a black and white pair of sneakers.
Wednesday Night
After a decent drive Prozac arrived at a bar where Bert was already waiting inside for him. Prozac got out of his M5 and noticed Bert’s' car parked just a few spaces back. Prozac entered the bar spotting Bert right away with Bert’s hand high in the air. Prozac pushed through the drunks and sat next to Bert and soon they were deep into conversation and the pressure of thinking about his match that had been weighed on Prozac's shoulders soon was lifted. Of course with a couple of drinks who wouldn't be relaxed?
Thursday Morning
The alarm rang with that damn beep, beep, beep as Prozac laid his arm lazily over the top and pressed the snooze button. That was the fifth time in the last hour that he had to make that move but it was such a reward for doing it. He would make it his goal one day to pay respects to the person who invented the snooze button. He opened his eyes and finally realized where he was. He was home, snug in his bed, and clueless as to how he got home last night and where were his pants? He hopes he didn’t go against his own rule which is to never party naked. Prozac could feel the fabric rub against his nakedness and he felt like he was being watched. Prozac rolled over and gently rubbed his hand up a smooth long leg that made themselves into some gracious hips. He turned his head to find a woman, deep into sleep. Prozac closed his eyes and thought over the events from the night before. Where had she come from, who in the hell was she? Was it good? And god please let her be at least 18. Prozac wasn’t surprised that Bert would let him go this crazy but there was no telling who he went home with either. His mind stopped and then rebooted as he told himself that a married man would never do such a thing....but a single man of Prozac's stature would have no problem with accomplishing such a task as her. Whoever she was Prozac had to leave to do some things. He looked at the clock as his eyes open wide and read it at eight-ten. He still needed to shower, shave, and get dressed. With one gasp of air Prozac jetted out of bed arousing his mistress beside him just as he disappeared into the bathroom. She rose up and wrapped herself inside the comforter. Minutes later Prozac came out of the bathroom and went straight to his wardrobe grabbed T-shirt and jeans and put them on. With all the hopping around he didn't notice the girl who was now up and about giggling at him. He sat on the side of the bed as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck just as he was slipping on his shoes.
Girl:
Will you take me to the bus stop so I don’t miss the bus to school? I have classes at ten.
Prozac:
College?
Girl:
Well duh.
Prozac breathed in relief and turned to find an astonishing sight.
Prozac:
…Sure....ummmmm....just get some clothes on and...
Girl:
Thanks!! I owe you one.
Prozac thinks to himself “I'm sure it was paid in full last night.” He only wishes he could remember
Girl:
Oh and Yeah..... last night was awesome. Thanks for the good time, but if you don't hurry with those shoes you might make me late.
Prozac plopped back on the bed and put on his shoes on. Then he looked back at the girl. She was fully dressed and now slightly familiar. They exited the apartment locking it up tight behind them. After a silent drive to the bus stop he pulled up to the front as she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.
Girl:
Your such a sweetie. See you This Weekend!
Prozac was puzzled at the comment and at a lose for words just as she jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind her. He sat there for a moment, wondering, just what he had done. He glanced at the clock....eight fifty-five. He then drove off down the road to his next stop.
Thursday Afternoon
The day had been dreary, just some surprises. Prozac sat in his car and he couldn't help but to wonder about that mystery woman in his bed. He even took her to school and really never took into consideration to ask her name. What kind of person was he? No matter her last words were related to the only thing that mattered to him in his life right now, XVI. Had he invited her to the show, or was she just going to watch it from the bar where he had hoped he had met her last night. If it wasn't where they had met then where? He had only a couple of blank spots in his life up to this point but never a one night stand. A couple of drinks and one blackout later he had a beautiful specimen beside him the next morning. Never again would he put himself in that position, but all in all it was fun. Hopefully harmless, he had no time to let this weigh on his head. So he headed back down the highway to his place. Today was his day off so he was going to catch up with just what in the hell happened the night before.
Thursday Evening
He hung up the phone with the same puzzled look on his face. The one that he had been wearing for a day now. Prozac stabbed at the chicken breast on his plate. He was sitting at his dinner table eating. Thought after thought dwindled as he tore through his plate and finished it off. All that thinking had worked up his appetite, but he wasn't full yet....physically yes, but mentally no. Bert knew nothing of the night before or so they say, Bert had admitted spotting the girl in the bar, but supposedly he had left Rob to work his charm on her. So how did he get home? He certainly didn't drive that drunk! That was dangerous and certainly stupid. He had to clear this from his mind, and quick. He had a big match coming up, and if his mind wasn't set on this then he was going to get killed. Prozac washed off his plate and then laid down on the couch flipping on the T.V. Soon enough after rerun after rerun Prozac driffted off into a deep sleep.
Thursday Night
The phone rang continuously as Prozac finally came to and groggily answered his cell,
Prozac:
Hello?
Girl:
Hey baby. Sorry about calling so late, but I was just wondering if I could stay at your place tonight?
Prozac:
Who is this?
Girl:
Stacy, dummy
Prozac:
Stacy. I don't know any Stacy.
Stacy:
Rob! I drove you home Wednesday night, and well....
Prozac's eyes open wide
Prozac:
Stacy! Hey! I was hoping you would call. I've been thinking about you all day. How did...
Stacy:
Just come pick me up. We'll talk more when you get here. Hurry!
Prozac:
Where are you?
Stacy:
I’m outside the bar I'm pretty wasted and my ride ditched me.
Prozac:
Ok. I'll be there in about thirty.
Stacy:
Thanks hun see you soon.
The line was dead before he could even realize what he was getting back into. How was she able to pull him right back in to her manipulative ways? There was no telling who she was there with and just what she had done since then, but even though he wanted to see her and actually find out just what happened. The thought that had been bothering him since daybreak. This was good, but why so damn early he thought. He shrugged it off and stood up grabbing at his keys. Straightening his wrinkled shirt he swooped out the door and locked up once again. Walking through the silent backyard to his car he thinks about why he is doing this.
He picks her up and the ride back to his place was silent. When they got in his apartment she went straight into his room and passed out on his bed. Prozac decided to just watch T.V. till he was ready to go to bed. He watched the tube for about an hour before going into his room and laying next to Stacy. Soon after he was fast asleep.
Friday Morning
Prozac wakes up and Stacy was gone but left on her pillow was a letter that read
Hey Rob I got a cab to the airport. I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful with you. I have a boyfriend back home and I was only up here for a week. I didn’t really take a bus to school either I took it to my girlfriends house who I came up here to visit. I wasn’t able to stay at her house the last two nights though cause I wanted a good sleep and her baby kept me up. But thank you for being so sweet and thanks for the everything else. Take care hun love Stacy.
Prozac puts the letter on his desk and mumbles to himself.
Prozac:
Go figure.
Prozac then falls back into his bed.
Scene Ends
Prozac sits there in his livingroom. Dormant in his state of mind and stellar to the world around him. What thoughts drift through his head?
Wednesday Afternoon
Prozac got up out of bed just like every morning, entered his bathroom and brushed his teeth and took a 25 minute shower followed by his morning breakfast; three scrambled eggs and 2 slices of toast and a large glass of milk.. Upon clearing his plate he headed back to his room grabbing his already packed gym bag and slipped on into a track suit and headed out from his Apartment nestled inside Cornwall, NY. It was his only place of solitude. And he was either there or Bert’s(Ritalin's) house and while not at one of those two he was at the gym. It was only a short 25 minute trip to the gym from his place and while there he did what he did five days a week, ran it out on the treadmill and then pumped some iron ect. no matter how many twits were there making a scene. Today was tricep, bicep, and chest day for him.
After a long two hour workout Prozac grabbed his towel from the rack near the doors and headed back to the locker room to shower and change before meeting up with Bert. After a 15 minute shower Prozac dried off with a fresh towel and proceeded to head out the door after changing into his black T-shirt and black jeans and a black and white pair of sneakers.
Wednesday Night
After a decent drive Prozac arrived at a bar where Bert was already waiting inside for him. Prozac got out of his M5 and noticed Bert’s' car parked just a few spaces back. Prozac entered the bar spotting Bert right away with Bert’s hand high in the air. Prozac pushed through the drunks and sat next to Bert and soon they were deep into conversation and the pressure of thinking about his match that had been weighed on Prozac's shoulders soon was lifted. Of course with a couple of drinks who wouldn't be relaxed?
Thursday Morning
The alarm rang with that damn beep, beep, beep as Prozac laid his arm lazily over the top and pressed the snooze button. That was the fifth time in the last hour that he had to make that move but it was such a reward for doing it. He would make it his goal one day to pay respects to the person who invented the snooze button. He opened his eyes and finally realized where he was. He was home, snug in his bed, and clueless as to how he got home last night and where were his pants? He hopes he didn’t go against his own rule which is to never party naked. Prozac could feel the fabric rub against his nakedness and he felt like he was being watched. Prozac rolled over and gently rubbed his hand up a smooth long leg that made themselves into some gracious hips. He turned his head to find a woman, deep into sleep. Prozac closed his eyes and thought over the events from the night before. Where had she come from, who in the hell was she? Was it good? And god please let her be at least 18. Prozac wasn’t surprised that Bert would let him go this crazy but there was no telling who he went home with either. His mind stopped and then rebooted as he told himself that a married man would never do such a thing....but a single man of Prozac's stature would have no problem with accomplishing such a task as her. Whoever she was Prozac had to leave to do some things. He looked at the clock as his eyes open wide and read it at eight-ten. He still needed to shower, shave, and get dressed. With one gasp of air Prozac jetted out of bed arousing his mistress beside him just as he disappeared into the bathroom. She rose up and wrapped herself inside the comforter. Minutes later Prozac came out of the bathroom and went straight to his wardrobe grabbed T-shirt and jeans and put them on. With all the hopping around he didn't notice the girl who was now up and about giggling at him. He sat on the side of the bed as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck just as he was slipping on his shoes.
Girl:
Will you take me to the bus stop so I don’t miss the bus to school? I have classes at ten.
Prozac:
College?
Girl:
Well duh.
Prozac breathed in relief and turned to find an astonishing sight.
Prozac:
…Sure....ummmmm....just get some clothes on and...
Girl:
Thanks!! I owe you one.
Prozac thinks to himself “I'm sure it was paid in full last night.” He only wishes he could remember
Girl:
Oh and Yeah..... last night was awesome. Thanks for the good time, but if you don't hurry with those shoes you might make me late.
Prozac plopped back on the bed and put on his shoes on. Then he looked back at the girl. She was fully dressed and now slightly familiar. They exited the apartment locking it up tight behind them. After a silent drive to the bus stop he pulled up to the front as she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.
Girl:
Your such a sweetie. See you This Weekend!
Prozac was puzzled at the comment and at a lose for words just as she jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind her. He sat there for a moment, wondering, just what he had done. He glanced at the clock....eight fifty-five. He then drove off down the road to his next stop.
Thursday Afternoon
The day had been dreary, just some surprises. Prozac sat in his car and he couldn't help but to wonder about that mystery woman in his bed. He even took her to school and really never took into consideration to ask her name. What kind of person was he? No matter her last words were related to the only thing that mattered to him in his life right now, XVI. Had he invited her to the show, or was she just going to watch it from the bar where he had hoped he had met her last night. If it wasn't where they had met then where? He had only a couple of blank spots in his life up to this point but never a one night stand. A couple of drinks and one blackout later he had a beautiful specimen beside him the next morning. Never again would he put himself in that position, but all in all it was fun. Hopefully harmless, he had no time to let this weigh on his head. So he headed back down the highway to his place. Today was his day off so he was going to catch up with just what in the hell happened the night before.
Thursday Evening
He hung up the phone with the same puzzled look on his face. The one that he had been wearing for a day now. Prozac stabbed at the chicken breast on his plate. He was sitting at his dinner table eating. Thought after thought dwindled as he tore through his plate and finished it off. All that thinking had worked up his appetite, but he wasn't full yet....physically yes, but mentally no. Bert knew nothing of the night before or so they say, Bert had admitted spotting the girl in the bar, but supposedly he had left Rob to work his charm on her. So how did he get home? He certainly didn't drive that drunk! That was dangerous and certainly stupid. He had to clear this from his mind, and quick. He had a big match coming up, and if his mind wasn't set on this then he was going to get killed. Prozac washed off his plate and then laid down on the couch flipping on the T.V. Soon enough after rerun after rerun Prozac driffted off into a deep sleep.
Thursday Night
The phone rang continuously as Prozac finally came to and groggily answered his cell,
Prozac:
Hello?
Girl:
Hey baby. Sorry about calling so late, but I was just wondering if I could stay at your place tonight?
Prozac:
Who is this?
Girl:
Stacy, dummy
Prozac:
Stacy. I don't know any Stacy.
Stacy:
Rob! I drove you home Wednesday night, and well....
Prozac's eyes open wide
Prozac:
Stacy! Hey! I was hoping you would call. I've been thinking about you all day. How did...
Stacy:
Just come pick me up. We'll talk more when you get here. Hurry!
Prozac:
Where are you?
Stacy:
I’m outside the bar I'm pretty wasted and my ride ditched me.
Prozac:
Ok. I'll be there in about thirty.
Stacy:
Thanks hun see you soon.
The line was dead before he could even realize what he was getting back into. How was she able to pull him right back in to her manipulative ways? There was no telling who she was there with and just what she had done since then, but even though he wanted to see her and actually find out just what happened. The thought that had been bothering him since daybreak. This was good, but why so damn early he thought. He shrugged it off and stood up grabbing at his keys. Straightening his wrinkled shirt he swooped out the door and locked up once again. Walking through the silent backyard to his car he thinks about why he is doing this.
He picks her up and the ride back to his place was silent. When they got in his apartment she went straight into his room and passed out on his bed. Prozac decided to just watch T.V. till he was ready to go to bed. He watched the tube for about an hour before going into his room and laying next to Stacy. Soon after he was fast asleep.
Friday Morning
Prozac wakes up and Stacy was gone but left on her pillow was a letter that read
Hey Rob I got a cab to the airport. I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful with you. I have a boyfriend back home and I was only up here for a week. I didn’t really take a bus to school either I took it to my girlfriends house who I came up here to visit. I wasn’t able to stay at her house the last two nights though cause I wanted a good sleep and her baby kept me up. But thank you for being so sweet and thanks for the everything else. Take care hun love Stacy.
Prozac puts the letter on his desk and mumbles to himself.
Prozac:
Go figure.
Prozac then falls back into his bed.
Scene Ends