LOVE IN 3 DAYS
October 25th 2009 05:21
I met Eva in a park in Kelvin Grove, sitting on a bench. She smiled.
“Hi, Dean.”
“Hi, Eva.”
There was a hug, and then a scanning over of each other.
“You look… exactly the same.”
“Shut up.” I touched her hair. “You’ve done something to your hair.”
She looked proud. “You like it? I spent ages trying to get it curled like this.”
I didn’t really know what to do. Eva was there, sitting on a bench in front of me and I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to keep standing?
“So how long are you here for?” I decided to ask while standing awkwardly.
“Three days. I was only supposed to be here for one, for Rosaline’s birthday, but I thought I’d see how Mr. Dean is up to… you know, if he was still ticking.”
We walked to my car and after a little bit of arguing, I let her drive. She pulled her car seat forward, adjusted the mirrors and changed the radio station. She giggled about something and reversed the car.
“So is your car in Sydney far better than mine?”
“Of course it is. Mine’s brand new.”
We drove for a long time. We drove around the Valley, we drove around neighbourhoods. I didn’t ask her where she wanted to end because there was simply no time to. Our words simply flowed and flowed and flowed.
“I can always be myself when I’m with you, Dean.”
At a red light she touched my hand but quickly let go. Eva was wearing a short, blue dress and sunglasses and a million accessories. She was offensively beautiful. I put my hand on her leg and made my way upwards as she drove on.
“What’s his name?” I asked her. “This boyfriend of yours.”
“Would you even really care?”
“Of course I would.”
“I broke up with him once, you know, because of a friend. But now…”
“You know what, fuck it I don’t want to hear about him whatsoever.”
“If you want to at least be friends, honey, you wouldn’t get so wrapped up in your own ego.”
We found my home. Eva parked the car and we headed inside.
She quickly flashed me, briefly exposing pink underwear. “You like these? I bought them for two bucks.”
“Loving you has always been difficult.”
We rushed into my home and I tried to show her how things inside my life had changed. But she looked in every corner and made me realise that everything had merely lured dust and more dust. I wrapped my arms around her hips and she did the same with mine. I tried to kiss her but she moved her face away.
“I want to kiss you, for fucks sakes! I want to kiss you forever!”
“You expect that line to always work?” She yelled.
“Well it’s not working right now, is it?”
“What’s with those girls, Dean? Why do you never tell me about those girls?”
“There’s nothing to say. There’s never anything to say.”
“I have to go home. I want to go home. Drive me home.”
“You don’t mean that,” I said.
“You try me, you dick, you try me!”
“Well?” I said. “Didn’t we once promise we’d marry each other?”
“Seriously, baby. If there was such a thing as love then nobody would need to pray for heaven.”
I chased her around my world and she giggled as if nothing. I held her hand and she let me. I brought her closer and she let me go, I brought her closer again and she let me go again. I once told her about the nights I couldn’t sleep because of her. She once told me about the nights she’d dream of me.
“You always promise me you’ll move to Sydney, but you never do.”
“You always promise me a lot of things, too.”
“Yeah, like what?”
I didn’t say anything.
She led me to my bed and I thought I’d become a truly happy man.
“Remember that book we half-read together? That Hemingway book?”
“The Sun Also Rises. What about it?”
There was silence.
“I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done,” I said rather sadly.
We were lying down, sideways. Eva scanned my face over and tapped her thumb all over my lips. “If I kiss you again, things will only turn for the worst.” She pulled my bottom lip a little. “Why are things always like this?”
“I blame the fat people.”
There was more silence.
“You’ll get published one day, honey,” Eva eventually whispered in my ear, and at that I hated myself. Eva was the girl who saw my biggest failures. She was there when I entered competitions and lost them all. She was there when I’d been interviewed and rejected. She was there when I lost things, ruined things, when I lied the most. The first time I kissed her was in my car. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a pink bra and once in a while we both caught each other opening our eyes.
Who was the bad kisser just then, I asked, was it you, or me, or a bit of the both of us?
If there ever was a moment where I could come back in time to change things, it would be then, during that first kiss, underneath that spotlight in my car as the two of us still trusted each other.
Eva didn’t stay the night. I drove her back to her friend’s house and gave her one more hug before letting her go.
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