So I worked with The Doctor and The Director in the Writer’s workshop today. Here is what I came up with. It’s not much I’m proud of the fact that its something that I worked on … I haven’t written anything off the dome in two years.
I think my writer’s block might be over … this bodes well for other things.
He looked at her and she returned a steely look that he knew meant that he was in trouble.
“Do you know what time it is?” She asked him. They had played this game long enough to know that was a rhetorical question rather than one that needed an definite answer.
He played the game anyway, “I dunno, four … five.” He grumbled. “Shit girl to we have to do this right now?”
He was standing in the hallway and tried to move past her towards the bedroom. It was a long day and he wanted nothing more than to take a long hot shower and get his ass to bed.
Tomorrow was going to be even longer.
She of course blocked his path like a defensive back trying to block a play. He sighed and gave her a stinging look of disappointment.
“I’m not finished.” She told him.
“And I’m too finished to fight with you tonight.” He told her.
“Too finished.” She said through gritted teeth. “Oh really…”
He was too finished to argue with her. Keeping secrets from her was taking its toll on him.
All of the lying and sneaking around was far too much of a burden for him to bear. He just wanted things to be like they were before but he soon discovered that things were never like you planned them to be.
He tried to spin from her direction. “Baby please … I just want to go to bed.”
Her anger was getting exponentially more difficult to deal with. “Bed … now.” She paused for moment. “Don’t you know how much I’ve been worried about you?”
“You tell me every day.” He muttered. The argument plus his long hours at work were beginning to take there toll. “Right now I just want some peace.”
“You come in here all times of night smelling like cigars and cheap liquor, what in the hell am I supposed to think.”
“Don’t go there.” he said.
She placed her hands on her hips looking at him with those scolding eyes. “If you can’t admit to what we already know then I don’t think that we should even be doing this anymore.”
Anger bit into him. “What do we know? What is it that we know??”
She quickly had an answer. “You know the answer to that … all the late hours hanging out … partying…”
“And that is supposed to mean that I’m fucking some bitch on the side or something.”
“You don’t come home … who else’s pussy have you been parking your dick in.”
He sighed. She didn’t know the sacrifices he went through … the long hours he put up with just…
He suddenly found himself laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
He reached into his pocket and grabbed something very familiar to him. “I haven’t told you about what I’ve been doing because I want it to be a surprise.”
“What?”
“I’ve been working…”
“Working?” She said blinking her eyes in amazement. “You already have a job … at the plant.”
He felt himself pulling out the item out of his pocket and handing it to her. “I’ve been working security at the Kit Katt Klub on 14th.”
He placed the item in her hands and surrounded it and them with his massive hands.
“The strip club?” She said as she never took her eyes off her yet he was sure that she knew what was in the box. “Why?”
“They needed the help,” he answered why squeezing her hands slightly, “and I needed the money.”
She pulled back away from him, while opening her hands to see the tiny box.“You—“
He interrupted her quickly. “-Needed the money to show you how much I love you and don’t want to ever live without you.” He said as he moved closer to her. “I took that other job because I want to marry you.”
She opened the box and looked at the wedding ring that seemed to formed out of words he just spoke.
She was near tears as she looked at him. He had finally crossed the gap between them and was rubbing her shoulders.
“Why now?”
“You kinda made me have to push things up a bit.” He said. “I was going to your job tomorrow to ask you.”
“You had this all planned out did you.”
He smiled. “For weeks now … I just picked up the ring today and quit tonight.”
She attempted a smile but that disappeared for a brief moment. “And the fact that you couldn’t tell me….?”
A simple answer. Too many times he disappointed her, telling her big dreams he had on the horizon only to have them dashed by the lack of his movement, his desire, his own self-pity. He just woke up one morning and got tired of it.
He told her that.
“My plans didn’t seem real … I wanted to make them real.” He told her. “Tonight I wanted them to be real with you.”
![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
