He glanced at his watch impatiently like he was the one being left at the alter. All he had to do was stand and unite us to become one. Why did she do this? Why would she leave me? Couldn't she see that I would do anything for her? I would die for her. Is she not ready? I could have waited. I would have waited. I would have given her any amount of time without any pressure. This is embarrassing. What woman leaves her fiancé waiting for her in front of hundreds of people? I don't know what to do. She's an hour late, and obviously not coming. I'll give her time and space. But I will find out why she did this to me at some point. I don't know how I'm going to live without her.
He glanced at his watch impatiently, attempting to heighten his stature by hopping up on the tips of his toes. His big hazel eyes just reached the top of the windowsill, as he peered over it and out into the driveway. He again turned his focus towards the spiderman wristwatch sloppily strapped on his left wrist. "He should be here by now." the boy whispered to his superman action figure, who was held up just enough to have a clear view of the driveway as well. Back and forth he turned his head, scanning the driveway for any sign of movement. Just then, a small black car rumbled down the rough gravel and came to a halt. "He's here!" The little boy bounced up and down. He sprinted as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him, until at last he stopped at a corner. Being sure not to be seen, the boy held his breath as he sneakily peered around the corner. Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms raise his body off of the ground as he rushed through the air, allowing the figure of superman to fall to the hardwood floor. A series of shrills protruded from his toothless grin as he giggled rambunctiously. "Daddy! You're home!"
He glanced at his watch impatiently, as the street lights turn on. The sunset turning to dusk, the best time in Vegas. When the lights come on, and the strip lights up. "Where is that no life punk? He better come through on his side of the bargain." There he waited till the moon was high in the sky, a shiny silver dollar in the black of night. The later it got the more his impatience grew into extreme anger. Before giving up on Frank ever showing up he took a glance up the street, and to his astonishment. There was Frank slowly stumbling his way down the street. Obviously his clumsiness from coming down off a high of some sort. "Oh great, what did you do now you crazy fool" "A couple blue, a couple red, oh and these tidie ones..." "okay kid pay up now or your serving me for two years. Remember that was our deal. I loan you the cash, and you'd pay me back with interest. If not you become my butler for two years or however long it takes for you to pay me back." "Uhm I kinda just blew that cash, on this killer dope" He said with one eye closing, and the other dilated. "Okay come on Frank. You start Monday. after we get you some help ya dork. "
He glanced at his watch impatiently. He wanted the school day to be over so it could be summer. It was the last day of school and he just couldn't stop looking at his watch. He was sitting at the edge of his seat impatiently waiting to leave. " I just want to leave." Is the only thing that he said all day. It seems like the day is dragging on. I want summer, I want freedom and fun. I want to be with my friends and my family. This day can't get any slower......
He glanced at his watch impatiently and tapped his glistening, black dress shoe on the grimy pavement.
T-minus two minutes.
He ran a hand along his cropped hair, feeling the moisture of sweat beginning to seep through.
What were these guys thinking? They didn't have a shot. Security is locked tight. Manny Patrano is the shadiest guy in the business, and he certainly had that reputation for a reason.
The man was dressed in a pinstriped, tailored suit. His Rolex watch, upon which he remained fixated, shone in the light of the setting sun.
Another bead of sweat dribbled down his cheek and along his neck.
It's so hot.
He ran a hand down his torso, fingering the thick, extra layer beneath his button up shirt.
"It's this freakin vest. Dammit, Kenny, come on."
The man began to pace, but stopped himself as he realized how peculiar this may appear to all the passerby's. "Where are you?" he grumbled.
It was almost time.
The man rose on his toes, peering above the heads of professionals in dress pants and hipsters in cable knit sweaters. Kenny's bald head could be seen at the end of the street, dressed in a similar designer suit to his own, with mirrored aviators that shielded his eyes.
He allowed himself, yet another, nervous glance at his watch.
Cutting it way too close.
Kenny finally weaved his way through the crowd to appear by his side just as the bells of some distant clock chimed, signaling that it was six o' clock.
"Thanks for showing up." The man remarked sarcastically.
Kenny guffawed heavily. "We're fine. Calm down! This is going to be a piece of cake. Why are you sweating so much?"
"It's this vest!"
Kenny shook his head. "You really need to relax. It's not like this is your first night on the job."
The man shrugged. "Never had a job like this one."
Kenny opened his jacket just enough to reveal the grip of one of the many guns he was carrying on his person and nodded. "Admittedly, neither have I. Stakes are high on this one."
"Drake will have us killed if we don't.." His voice trailed off. He didn't want to say it out loud for fear of being heard or for fear of acknowledging the gravity of their situation. He couldn't decide.
Kenny's eyes held within them an understanding and he simply nodded once more.
He turned to face the towering, steel gray sky scraper that loomed above them.
"Well, you ready?" Kenny inquired, removing his glasses and sliding them into the breast pocket of his suit coat.
the man tugged at his shirt sleeve so that it once again shielded the shimmering Rolex.
He glanced at his watch impatiently. His boots were laced up and his uniform was on. He didn't have time for this, constantly checking his watch, this was a serious mission. Another glance, 11:55 P.M. He armed himself with his rifle. 11:56 P.M. He started outside with the others. 11:57 P.M. He found his assigned spot in the lineup. 11:58 P.M. He saluted to his superiors. 11:59 P.M. He cautiously made his way to the battlefield with the rest of the soldiers. 12:00 A.M. January First. He muttered "Happy New Year" under his breath as he raised his rifle and lowered his helmet.
He glanced at his watch impatiently, waiting for the bus to arrive. Why did it have to be late, today of all things he though to him self. I have to get her something pretty after work, to make up to her for forgetting our last date night. That was a total disaster, chuckling to himself. The waiter accidentally spilled water all over her new white dress. It's not anybody fault that's she the prettiest person alive. I can't wait till I see her again. Tomorrow night is going to be fun, maybe I will take her back to the same restaurant and accidentally punch the waiter again. I can't believe I got butterflies again from thinking about her, we have only been dating for five years. Why am I still getting butterflies? I know what am going to get her, a diamond ring.
He glanced at his watch impatiently, "Rip, we don't have much time." "Stop being so melodramatic," his companion whined, never removing his bloodshot eyes from the TV screen. "I'm not, I'm just saying that we should probably clean this up." He examined Rip. "Come to think of it we should clean you up, too. When was the last time you showered?" Rip grabbed Sean's wrist, dragging it close to his face. "It's only noon! Chill out, Sean. We've got nothing but time." Sean pulled his hand back and massaged his wrist. "What if she comes home early? You stink, the house stinks. Seriously man!" "As soon as the game is over." They fell silent. The man with the watch continued to check it anxiously as Rip lounged lazily on the couch, intrigued by the football game. Then the phone rang. Sean sat up straighter, listening as Rip leapt off the couch and grunted a slightly surprised, "hello?" "Hey babe!" "Mindy! Where are ya, sweetheart?" "I just got out of the airport. I'm trying to catch a cab, but the drivers are crazy here! I should be home in a little less than an hour." "That's great! That's great..." "Taxi! Oh I finally got one, I'll see you at home. I love you, babe! "Love you, too..." He turned to Sean who was now on his feet. Together they looked around at the mess; empty pizza boxes and beer cans, video game controllers and toy guns. "Well little brother," Sean said. "This is what Mindy gets for trusting us with the house for three days." They both sighed and dropped back onto the furniture. Sean checked his watch once more. "You gonna take a shower before she gets home?" "Nope."
He glanced at his watch impatiently like he was the one being left at the alter. All he had to do was stand and unite us to become one. Why did she do this? Why would she leave me? Couldn't she see that I would do anything for her? I would die for her. Is she not ready? I could have waited. I would have waited. I would have given her any amount of time without any pressure. This is embarrassing. What woman leaves her fiancé waiting for her in front of hundreds of people? I don't know what to do. She's an hour late, and obviously not coming. I'll give her time and space. But I will find out why she did this to me at some point. I don't know how I'm going to live without her.
ReplyDeleteHe glanced at his watch impatiently, attempting to heighten his stature by hopping up on the tips of his toes. His big hazel eyes just reached the top of the windowsill, as he peered over it and out into the driveway. He again turned his focus towards the spiderman wristwatch sloppily strapped on his left wrist. "He should be here by now." the boy whispered to his superman action figure, who was held up just enough to have a clear view of the driveway as well. Back and forth he turned his head, scanning the driveway for any sign of movement. Just then, a small black car rumbled down the rough gravel and came to a halt. "He's here!" The little boy bounced up and down. He sprinted as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him, until at last he stopped at a corner. Being sure not to be seen, the boy held his breath as he sneakily peered around the corner. Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms raise his body off of the ground as he rushed through the air, allowing the figure of superman to fall to the hardwood floor. A series of shrills protruded from his toothless grin as he giggled rambunctiously. "Daddy! You're home!"
ReplyDeleteHe glanced at his watch impatiently, as the street lights turn on. The sunset turning to dusk, the best time in Vegas. When the lights come on, and the strip lights up.
ReplyDelete"Where is that no life punk? He better come through on his side of the bargain."
There he waited till the moon was high in the sky, a shiny silver dollar in the black of night. The later it got the more his impatience grew into extreme anger. Before giving up on Frank ever showing up he took a glance up the street, and to his astonishment. There was Frank slowly stumbling his way down the street. Obviously his clumsiness from coming down off a high of some sort.
"Oh great, what did you do now you crazy fool"
"A couple blue, a couple red, oh and these tidie ones..."
"okay kid pay up now or your serving me for two years. Remember that was our deal. I loan you the cash, and you'd pay me back with interest. If not you become my butler for two years or however long it takes for you to pay me back."
"Uhm I kinda just blew that cash, on this killer dope" He said with one eye closing, and the other dilated.
"Okay come on Frank. You start Monday. after we get you some help ya dork. "
He glanced at his watch impatiently. He wanted the school day to be over so it could be summer. It was the last day of school and he just couldn't stop looking at his watch. He was sitting at the edge of his seat impatiently waiting to leave. " I just want to leave." Is the only thing that he said all day. It seems like the day is dragging on. I want summer, I want freedom and fun. I want to be with my friends and my family. This day can't get any slower......
ReplyDeleteHe glanced at his watch impatiently and tapped his glistening, black dress shoe on the grimy pavement.
ReplyDeleteT-minus two minutes.
He ran a hand along his cropped hair, feeling the moisture of sweat beginning to seep through.
What were these guys thinking? They didn't have a shot. Security is locked tight. Manny Patrano is the shadiest guy in the business, and he certainly had that reputation for a reason.
The man was dressed in a pinstriped, tailored suit. His Rolex watch, upon which he remained fixated, shone in the light of the setting sun.
Another bead of sweat dribbled down his cheek and along his neck.
It's so hot.
He ran a hand down his torso, fingering the thick, extra layer beneath his button up shirt.
"It's this freakin vest. Dammit, Kenny, come on."
The man began to pace, but stopped himself as he realized how peculiar this may appear to all the passerby's. "Where are you?" he grumbled.
It was almost time.
The man rose on his toes, peering above the heads of professionals in dress pants and hipsters in cable knit sweaters. Kenny's bald head could be seen at the end of the street, dressed in a similar designer suit to his own, with mirrored aviators that shielded his eyes.
He allowed himself, yet another, nervous glance at his watch.
Cutting it way too close.
Kenny finally weaved his way through the crowd to appear by his side just as the bells of some distant clock chimed, signaling that it was six o' clock.
"Thanks for showing up." The man remarked sarcastically.
Kenny guffawed heavily. "We're fine. Calm down! This is going to be a piece of cake. Why are you sweating so much?"
"It's this vest!"
Kenny shook his head. "You really need to relax. It's not like this is your first night on the job."
The man shrugged. "Never had a job like this one."
Kenny opened his jacket just enough to reveal the grip of one of the many guns he was carrying on his person and nodded. "Admittedly, neither have I. Stakes are high on this one."
"Drake will have us killed if we don't.." His voice trailed off. He didn't want to say it out loud for fear of being heard or for fear of acknowledging the gravity of their situation. He couldn't decide.
Kenny's eyes held within them an understanding and he simply nodded once more.
He turned to face the towering, steel gray sky scraper that loomed above them.
"Well, you ready?" Kenny inquired, removing his glasses and sliding them into the breast pocket of his suit coat.
the man tugged at his shirt sleeve so that it once again shielded the shimmering Rolex.
"It's show time."
He glanced at his watch impatiently.
ReplyDeleteHis boots were laced up and his uniform was on.
He didn't have time for this, constantly checking his watch, this was a serious mission.
Another glance,
11:55 P.M.
He armed himself with his rifle.
11:56 P.M.
He started outside with the others.
11:57 P.M.
He found his assigned spot in the lineup.
11:58 P.M.
He saluted to his superiors.
11:59 P.M.
He cautiously made his way to the battlefield with the rest of the soldiers.
12:00 A.M.
January First.
He muttered "Happy New Year" under his breath as he raised his rifle and lowered his helmet.
He glanced at his watch impatiently, waiting for the bus to arrive. Why did it have to be late, today of all things he though to him self. I have to get her something pretty after work, to make up to her for forgetting our last date night. That was a total disaster, chuckling to himself. The waiter accidentally spilled water all over her new white dress. It's not anybody fault that's she the prettiest person alive. I can't wait till I see her again. Tomorrow night is going to be fun, maybe I will take her back to the same restaurant and accidentally punch the waiter again. I can't believe I got butterflies again from thinking about her, we have only been dating for five years. Why am I still getting butterflies? I know what am going to get her, a diamond ring.
ReplyDeleteHe glanced at his watch impatiently, "Rip, we don't have much time."
ReplyDelete"Stop being so melodramatic," his companion whined, never removing his bloodshot eyes from the TV screen.
"I'm not, I'm just saying that we should probably clean this up." He examined Rip. "Come to think of it we should clean you up, too. When was the last time you showered?" Rip grabbed Sean's wrist, dragging it close to his face.
"It's only noon! Chill out, Sean. We've got nothing but time."
Sean pulled his hand back and massaged his wrist. "What if she comes home early? You stink, the house stinks. Seriously man!"
"As soon as the game is over." They fell silent. The man with the watch continued to check it anxiously as Rip lounged lazily on the couch, intrigued by the football game.
Then the phone rang. Sean sat up straighter, listening as Rip leapt off the couch and grunted a slightly surprised, "hello?"
"Hey babe!"
"Mindy! Where are ya, sweetheart?"
"I just got out of the airport. I'm trying to catch a cab, but the drivers are crazy here! I should be home in a little less than an hour."
"That's great! That's great..."
"Taxi! Oh I finally got one, I'll see you at home. I love you, babe!
"Love you, too..."
He turned to Sean who was now on his feet. Together they looked around at the mess; empty pizza boxes and beer cans, video game controllers and toy guns.
"Well little brother," Sean said. "This is what Mindy gets for trusting us with the house for three days." They both sighed and dropped back onto the furniture. Sean checked his watch once more. "You gonna take a shower before she gets home?"
"Nope."