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Rainy nights by Lord Mork

By the time Dave had made his way back, it was raining harder. He was almost glad to get inside the walm building, even if he was still shivering and dripping. He stalked up the stairs, ignoring the few people who were in the lobby...except for a cursory glance. Good. No Blue, no Margaret. He knew Mike and Marsha were out tonight, and Roger was probably out too, with Diana. That meant his apartment was abandoned. If he could only get down the hallway unnoticed, he'd be safe. His hands were clenched into fists as he slunk down the hallway, he stuck close to the wall, his breathing slow. He was nearly at his door when he heard mocking laughter from behind him. "Well...if it isnt out old friend, Dave?" Margaret sauntered up to him, grinning from ear to ear. Blue was right behind her, a knowing smirk on her face. "So, Dave, been getting any lately?" Dave would have chopped off his arm with a hatchet to avoid these two, right now. "Thats none of your concern." he answered, and turned away from them and started walking down the hall, towards his room. Blue giggled and poked Margaret in the side. "Of course he isnt! Not when he screws like he did with me! He knows nothing about pleasuring a woman...he probably couldnt even get a man off!" Dave scowled, remembering again their first night together. But he kept walking. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around. Margaret was grinning, and her grip was like a vice. "Now, now Dave, its not polite to walk away when someone is talking to you. We wouldnt want to talk behind your back." "Yeah!" Blue agreed quickly. "We want you to hear every word of what we have to say about your worthless self." Dave's gray eyes glinted, but he said nothing. Margaret waggled a finger at him. "You know, if you wernt such a prick, we wouldnt do this too you. But you are, and so we do, and, frankly, I take a good deal of pleasure from it." Dave made a soft sound, almost a growl. He tried to shrug off her hand, but she held on. "I'm not done with you yet. Your a worthless, hopeless little boy, and you'll always be alone. Understand?" Dave looked at her. His throat was tight, his chest was burning. He was blinking back tears. He wanted nothing more than to deny everything she said. To throw her arm off, tell them they were both wrong, that they couldnt be more wrong. That he was somebody! Every nerve in his body screamed for him to say that. Instead, he nodded. Margaret laughed in his face. "My god, you always were a little spineless, but this is lovely! Now that we understand each other, get out of my sight, you worm." She gave him a shove, and he stumbled. By the time he had regained his feet, the two were already walking down the hallway, laughing. He stood there for a moment, watching them go. The two people he had invested his love in, his life, and tried to make them happy. And this was the result. They were right. He was everything they called him, and more. He made his way to the door of his apartment, opened it, and stalked to the kitchen. He didnt bother to turn on the light. He knew his way around this place fairly well. It was, after all, home away from home, even if he didnt feel at home here. He took only a few moments in the room, just enough time to grab the short, razor edged knife Mike used to cut sandwiches, and then was gone again. Yet, lost in his own thoughts, Dave failed to notice something. Or, more correctly, someone. Sitting in the darkness, alone and lost in her own thoughts, had been April. She stared at the closed door for a moment, then slowly rose to her feet, and crept out after him. Dave made his way back out of the building without meeting anyone, and then back out into the rain. The knife was hidden in his sleeve, the cool metal against his skin was slightly calming. But not calming enough. The rain was coming down harder, he had taken more time than he inteded too. It was drawing near to midnight. The perfect time, Dave figured. He finally reached the bench, and he was again soaked to the skin. Now, he couldnt even feel the wet clothing against his skin, his soaked hair, the dripping stubble on his face. He was shivering hard, but not because of the rain, which was still moderatly warm. No, the cool metal against his arm was the cause. He sat down on the bench, and pulled the blade from his sleeve. He stared at it for a while. his mind whirling. Was he really going to do this? Was this the final, last option? He nodded slowly to himself. Nothing was right, everything was wrong. He smiled to himself. Everything was gone, so what was there left to fear? He checked the sharpness of the blade with his thumb, and found it razor sharp. Slowly, carefully, he placed it against the skin of his wrist.... "Dave!" The voice came from behind him, causing Dave to jump, nearly stabbling himself with the knife. He shoved it back up his sleeve, the sharp blade nicking his arm as he did. Then he turned to face April. "Dave," she repeated. "What are you doing outside in this weather?" She had apparently not seen the knife. "Its just... relaxing to get away from the apartment for a while." Dave's voice was scratchy, and his eyes were red, but April seemed not to notice. She wandered up and sat next to him on the bench, and stetched her legs out. "Like hell. Your keeping away from the place because Blue and Margaret are ready to pounce on you." April stared right into his haunted gray eyes. "Dont think we all havent seen it. Your a mess Dave, you've been taking all of this really hard. Everyone can see it." Dave sighed, and leaned back. "Well, they're right, you know. I'm everything they say, and more." He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, ignoring the droplets of water that fell from it. "I can see that now." "Bah!" April scowled. "Like hell. I dont know what's happened to both of them, but they arnt the same as they were. They're not your friends anymore. You shouldnt listen to either of them. Its tearing you apart." Dave sighed, and put his face in his hands. He started to say somthing, but stopped, and just looked at April. She looked back curiously. Her sun-blonde hair was soaked, as were the rest of her clothes. But more than that, she had a look of profound worry on her face. She shifted over a bit, and put a hand on his back. "We're worried about you, you know. We're worried about what your going to do to yourself if this keeps up. No-one can take that sort of bashing forever." She leaned over, and hugged him. He hugged back, even though all he wanted was for her to go away and let him continue in peace. But, as he did, fate played a trick, and the blade slipped from his sleeve, and fell to the ground with a dull "Thunk. " Dave reached for it, but April's foot got there first, planting the heel on the blade. She reached down, and picked it up. "Oh...Dave..." "Damnit." Dave muttered, and tried to take the knife back from her, but she held on grimly, glaring at him. "Explain to me exactly what your doing here, with this!?!" Anger glinted in April's eye's. "Dont tell me you were planning to kill yourself?!?" Dave nodded. Then April slapped him, a stinging blow to his cheek. His head whipped around to stare at her. "What the fuck are you thinking? Are you going to leave us all here, and take the coward's way out? Damnit, we care about you! And i'll be damned if i'm going to let you do this to yourself!" With that, she hurled the knife away into the darkness. Dave rose to go after it, but she grabbed his arm. "Stop." He did. He had no clue why, nor would he ever really know, when he looked back on this day in the years to come. But he did, and he let her pull him down down onto the bench. They stared at each other, for a moment, then Arpil broke the silence. "You know, I understand part of what your going through. I was there a little while ago." Dave looked at her, confused. "You were? When? I never even knew..." April smiled, more to herself then at him. "Oh, no-one knew. I was careful to keep it a secret. I'll bet no-one even came close to guessing. And I just got worse, and worse, and worse, until one night I nearly threw myself off the top of a building." Dave's eyes got wide. "Over what?" He asked. "What was possibly wrong with your life? There's nothing wrong, is there?" He was concerned, deeply. April just smiled at him. "You remember, of course, what happend two years ago?" Dave nodded. None of them would ever forget. "When I was lying there, waiting to be eaten by that...thing, I was still consious. I could think and even move a bit. I was lying there...with all those dead people, and the people who were dying. And...I just couldnt take it. Afterwards, I still had dreams, nightmares really, about that." She sighed, and looked away from Dave, and up at the stars above. It was late, much later now, and the rain was still coming down, but a bit more heavily now. The two of them were soaked to the skin and beyond, but neither noticed. "See" April continued, "after that, I was ok for a little while. I calmed down. But then, I got depressed. everyone had someone. You had Margaret, Marsha had Mike, and even Roger had Diana. I was lonely. I still am. I'm still alone. No-one has touched my life in a long time. I'm still even a virgin you know." Dave looked rather shocked, and April glanced at him. "Oh, its not that big a deal. But the point of all this is, things may be bad, and I know its hard. But I know what it feels like. And things will get better. Trust me." Dave looked at her suspiciously. She smiled at him. "I dont know whats with Blue or Margaret. But, trust me on this one. They'll change back. You'll end up with one or the other." She leaned back, and stared up at the stars again. "Your lucky, in a way. I'll always be alone." There was a moment of hesitation. Almost too long, but, slowly, Dave reached out and tooh April's hand in his own. "No you wont. You'll find someone someday. I know you will. If I can, then I'm sure you can too." She looked over at him, and, even in the dark, and in the rain, he could clearly see the tears in her eyes. "I'm just...so...lonely..." With that, she buried his face in his neck. He didnt hesitate this time, and put his arms around her, and pulled her close. The tears were running down April's face, and down Dave's too, her head resting on his shoulder, his forehead gently touching the back of her head. They remained like that for what might have been a lifetime, and what might have been a few moments. Then, Dave lifted his head, and April lifted hers. "As long as I'm here, you arnt alone." Dave whispered. "Prove it." April whispered back. She kissed him then, and he kissed back. She drew him closer, and he came willingly. The sun was rising, it was visible even though the curtains that hung on the window of April's room. The rain had almost stopped, and the sun had broken through the clouds. It would be a beautiful day outside, and soon the rain would quit, and the sun would dry it and all remains of it. but neither Dave nor April were ready to go out into it. They lay in her bed, Dave's head lying on her naked chest, her arms curled around him. She was smiling down at him, his eyes were closed, they were both reveling in the afterglow. After a while, Dave dared to break the silence. "Excuse me for having to ask...but....now what?" April licked his ear in responce, then spoke. "We go back to things as normal. This was somthing special for me, but we both know its not meant to be." Dave nodded slowly. He knew it, too. "But its not just casual sex. I know, that I wont always be alone now. I'm sure of it." Dave snuggles up against her. "And I know things will get better. They have too. They wont get any worse than they were last night, they can only get better now." He looked up at her, and she down at him. She kissed his forehead gently, and ran a hand along his shoulders, ignoring the scratch-marks there. His hand gently worked it's way to her stomach, then downwards further, slowly caressing as he went. There was still time to enjoy this, before they both returned to their lives. Outside, the last raindrop fell, and hit the ground with a tiny splash, scattering into smaller drops. Soon, it would be gone, as if it never was. But, like the events of the night, and the already heated foreplay inside, it had occured, and would never be forgotten. ----------------- End

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