so i know i have been gone for a long time, oh none-existing readers! Anyway... I wanted to write something for Heath Ledger, with it being so close to the one-year anniversary (4days, Jan 22) =( i loved him so much. anyway, i am now going to pretend that i knew him, and may have been going thought his mind. enjoy, oh never seeing people!
He looked up as the door bell rang. "ding,ding,ding""coming!" he yelled annoyed again. why they couldn't just leave him alone was beyond him. half the people he knew didn't come around anymore. his mood was deteriorating at a constant rate lately. he quickly glanced through the peep-hole. sighing he opened his door to a small girl. "hey boo! sup?" she came close and hugged him. she smelled faintly like a mixture of strawberry's and pomegranate. she was wearing some kind of scratchy wool sweater and a long skirt. her hair was down and as curly as ever with a thin band around her forehead. "so whater' you doin'? she was always wanting to know that."i was reading a new script. it was for some ..." he stopped realizing her focus had shifted from him, to the mess allover his apartment. she bent to pick up a dirty shirt. she held it close to her face and sniffed."OH MY GOD! do you know how to use a washing machine?!?" he chuckled as she set to work cleaning up. she didn't know why it was so important to her to clean and take care of him, but she knew that if she didn't no one would. she was actually afraid to leave him for more than three days. she knew he would say something some day and she wouldn't come back. he knew too. "guess what my friend thinks." she said feeling the awkward silence go on to long.
"what?" he looked at her with a sideways glance then looked back to his script.
"she thinks that i go to some random guys house and say its you. i took that picture to her, but she still said that i was faking it. maybe i should bring her here and-"
"NO!" he yelled, she nearly jumped through the roof.
"sorry. ill clean up first...whats up with you lately? like why are you so tense...?"
"its, just never mind."
"no i want to know, this has gone on long enough. What has crawled up your butt and died?!" she looked at him with the look she sometimes gave when she was really ticked off.
"i don't know, im sorry." he turned and sat on the couch. She stood staring at him.
"thats it? Just im sorry?" he looked over his shoulder, and she held back tears. She had always felt in love with him. She needed him to feel really sorry. Just then the phone rang. He lifted it out of its cradle into his long slender fingers.
"hello? Um yeah, no. are you sure you have the right person? no. um...ya...no. Ok bye." he let the phone drop on the table. "its for you." she walked slowly to the table and lifted the receiver to her ear.
"hello?"
He looked up as the door bell rang. "ding,ding,ding""coming!" he yelled annoyed again. why they couldn't just leave him alone was beyond him. half the people he knew didn't come around anymore. his mood was deteriorating at a constant rate lately. he quickly glanced through the peep-hole. sighing he opened his door to a small girl. "hey boo! sup?" she came close and hugged him. she smelled faintly like a mixture of strawberry's and pomegranate. she was wearing some kind of scratchy wool sweater and a long skirt. her hair was down and as curly as ever with a thin band around her forehead. "so whater' you doin'? she was always wanting to know that."i was reading a new script. it was for some ..." he stopped realizing her focus had shifted from him, to the mess allover his apartment. she bent to pick up a dirty shirt. she held it close to her face and sniffed."OH MY GOD! do you know how to use a washing machine?!?" he chuckled as she set to work cleaning up. she didn't know why it was so important to her to clean and take care of him, but she knew that if she didn't no one would. she was actually afraid to leave him for more than three days. she knew he would say something some day and she wouldn't come back. he knew too. "guess what my friend thinks." she said feeling the awkward silence go on to long.
"what?" he looked at her with a sideways glance then looked back to his script.
"she thinks that i go to some random guys house and say its you. i took that picture to her, but she still said that i was faking it. maybe i should bring her here and-"
"NO!" he yelled, she nearly jumped through the roof.
"sorry. ill clean up first...whats up with you lately? like why are you so tense...?"
"its, just never mind."
"no i want to know, this has gone on long enough. What has crawled up your butt and died?!" she looked at him with the look she sometimes gave when she was really ticked off.
"i don't know, im sorry." he turned and sat on the couch. She stood staring at him.
"thats it? Just im sorry?" he looked over his shoulder, and she held back tears. She had always felt in love with him. She needed him to feel really sorry. Just then the phone rang. He lifted it out of its cradle into his long slender fingers.
"hello? Um yeah, no. are you sure you have the right person? no. um...ya...no. Ok bye." he let the phone drop on the table. "its for you." she walked slowly to the table and lifted the receiver to her ear.
"hello?"
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