title: i guess it would be nice
author: jessica
mail: thegirlinglasses@illuminatedtext.com
date: april 27, 2003
notes: ritten for contrelamontre's "soundtrack" challenge in 30 minutes to george michael's "faith".
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Richard gets back after dark. It's late, or early, maybe, but they always play videos on MTV. George Michael jumps across the screen, like the shadows in the room, like Richard onto the bed.
"Wake up, Paul," he shouts, whiskey on his breath.
"Jesus, Richard."
He says he came back because he couldn't get laid. I've never believed his words, especially the ones said in bed.
"Dick," he says, wet in my ear. "Dick," and he's rubbing hard against my hip.
My mother's next door, Mrs. Jared one more over. Even through the fog, I can hear them both snoring, loud phlegmy rattles, and I fumble for the remote, turning George Michael up to an obscene volume, which only makes Richard bite harder.
We used to do this all the time - his house, never mine. But the hotel belongs to both of us and neither and that makes everything different.
He doesn't say anything but my name when I flip him over, sitting back on his thighs to pull off my shirt.
"You're still drunk, Richard," I tell him, before taking one dark nipple between my teeth.
He doesn't think twice, sneaks a hand down my pants and says, "Dick."