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Subject: {ASSM} Charmed <*> {f. aces} (m/f, madness)
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I don't believe anyone has ever used the keyword "madness" before on this
group, but I think it fits. Nothing awful in this one, just the horrid
thing some of us writers try to do.

f. aces

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Charming
by Midnight Medley

"I've had a schoolboy crush on you, I do, I do. A school boy crush on
you.  Maybe I'll be wrong someday, and maybe I'll be right.  But just
once, this once, maybe I'll have you for tonight." Humming, humming,
always humming.  Thrumming, tumming, sing-sum-summing.

Tonight, tonight, a witches brew.

He stirred the pot, the smell of herbs filled the room, glowing into the
shadows.

Tonight. Tonight.

"I've had a schoolboy crush on you, Ann, and I think it's time it came
to an end." Yes, an end.

Last night had been the turning point, or maybe it was last week. Time
starts tripping, when things go bad. When things go bad. When things go
bad.

Smoke came out of his lungs, and he breathed into the pot, knocking off
the ash into a nearby coke can. Never seemed to finish the coke before
using it as an ashtray. The caffeine made you need a smoke.

"So what about coffee, Danny?" A laugh turned into a rasping cough.

Had to get the mind clear for the next part. It was really tricky.

------

"Yeah, it was fun. Gave my first blowjob." She grinned as if she knew
she'd done wrong. Cat in the cream.

He smiled, "Naughty girl, you. Fun?"

"Yeah. Was over pretty quickly." She didn't look upset.

"Got a short fuse, eh?"

"I prefer to think I was doing very well." An impish grin.

"I'll bet so," he smiled.

Something about this coffee shop that always led to dirty talk.

"So, Ann, what next?"

"Definitely going to get laid. Just have to find the right guy."

------

They say it's all about environment. Witches don't have to live in
caves, or keep their rooms so dark, but they do. The environment just
seems to help.

The glow smelled like burning coals' fire. Pink-hot cherry stems falling
off the trees in the rain.

Tricky, definitely tricky.

He stood within the circle, the smoke making eyes at his sanity. "Hot,
wet death crawling off the trees, falling in the rain."

"Tricky, definitely tricky."

Memories fade.

-----

"Star Trek, definitely. It's the best. Sucks around here, I have to
watch it by myself. None of my friends like to watch it."

He coughed.

"Except you of course. You just don't live here!"

"I know. So how is The Ann?" He sipped at his hot chocolate, the steam
making him shut his eyes.

"Hey, you got more marshmallows than me."

"Tough." He pulled the cup closer to himself, hunching over it and
squinting at her menacingly.

"Be that way." She crossed her legs and stirred her chocolate. "Well,
I'm fine.  Wonderful. Bored for the summer since there's no boys."

"Tart."

"And proud of it." Another of those killer smiles. He was having trouble
not checking her out every few seconds. He put his hand next to hers.
It was obvious. It was oh, so obvious.

"What's with the hand?"

"You're a girl, I'm a guy, we're in a coffee shop enjoying hot
chocolate. We should be holding hands." Obvious, obvious, obvious.

"Fine. Whatever." She shook her head and smiled. Being eccentric had its
pluses, you could get away with stuff like this. On the other hand, she
couldn't take a god damned hint. Have to be more obvious.

------

Spiders crawled over the attic floor, burning into smoke snakes, filled
with turpentine smiles.

Tricky, definitely tricky. "Cold smoke condenses into snakes smiling
fortune in gold collection plates."

He closed his eyes. Breathed deeply.

-----

"So, this is where you're living now, hunh? Not too bad for your geeky
self, Ann."

"Yeah, I like it."

She moved down the hall in front of him, he couldn't take his eyes off
the downy hair between her jeans and her bare-midriff top.

She continued, "And this is Ann Central, where it's All Ann, All the
Time." She gestured around the room.

He smelled the candles, and the smell of her everywhere, particularly
from the unmade bed which stirred lust, gripping his insides like a
cotton candy world with the leather fanged menaces going ape through the
night

----

He opened his eyes.

It was ready.

"He opened up his kit, pulled out the syringe" which he filled from the
pot with its glowing insides fluttering into the shadows like bats

"And once it was filled, he took the syringe, tied the surgical tubing
around his arm, and" waited for just a moment, faltering at the last
minute, asking himself if he really wanted to do this

"injected it into his vein. It burned like he thought it might, then it
burned a bit hotter, then a bit hotter than that, until it felt like it
was coming from behind his eyes, and the whole world went"

black.

See, things are different when you're the narrator.

Sometimes, the narrator gets to speak in second person, and he'd like to
take this moment to tell you, dear reader, what really happened last
night.

What should've happened.

-----

"Fu-" she tried to say it again "fu-", this time she got enough breath
to really say it "oh my fucking god!"

She liked what he was doing. He held her tightly with his right arm,
hugging her closely. His left worked softly, gently between her legs.
Having teased her for minutes, he was going in for the kill, his fingers
wet with her enthusiasm.  Her sweat across his face as she reached her
arm back, her hand against the back of his head.

-----

No, a bit further back.

It was a bit further back than that. What should've happened.

-----

"So, you're going to kick me out?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm going straight to bed. I'm bushed."

"Ann?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me tell you something I've been meaning to say now for a while." A
pause.  She looked at him quizzically. He continued before he lost his
nerve, "I've had a crush on you since forever. It's a schoolboy crush,
and so I pick on you, and want to hold your hand in the movie theatre. I
look at you, and I see the beautiful creature I fell for in high school.
It's still strong now, no matter how much I make fun of you, no matter
how much stupid stuff we do together. I want to be with you. I live
somewhere else, and I know we don't want a long-distance relationship. I
just want to have fun with you. I want us to not just have the short
visits in the coffee shop. I want to be stupid and watch Star Trek with
you. I want to feel how warm you are and be surrounded by your scent. Do
you understand?"

She didn't have an expression.

"So you mean you were lying to me all those times?"

"What?" He started to protest.

"You hung out with me, you never wanted more. You pretended to like me
because you had a crush on me?"

"No, that's not it at all. That doesn't even make sense!"

"Of course it makes sense. You get a crush on me, you don't really get
to know me, and you obsess over me when I think we're having a good
friendship? What type of friendship is it where one person pines over
the other and doesn't tell her? Would you say that's an honest
relationship?"

No, no, no, no, no. That's not what was going to happen.

---------

"So, you're going to kick me out?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm going straight to bed. I'm bushed."

"Room for one more?"

She laughed. "Get out of here."

No, that's not it. Alright, it's different. Her name wasn't Ann. Her
name was Debbie. My name was Stephen. And it happened like this,

---------

"Maybe I should go home?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I'll see you next time you come to town."

No, it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that at all.

---------

"Maybe squirrels find hamsters in the winter, he asked with a smile" But
no one was smiling, it was only him in the circle.

"What was that, Danny?" She looked puzzled even though she wasn't there.

"Some owls nested in the parkhouse with the steaming babies of the coal
miner's daughter."

"Ann said, 'it was all a dream that happened when the silver fish flew
above our heads and sailed out of sight below the waters of the stone.'"

The spell was over. Danny's fingers convulsed once more around the
syringe in his arm. He slumped back against the sacks in the abandoned
room, the sacred circle no more than a memory on the dust, protecting no
more than the pages of history.

Sometimes writers try to use their writing to live a different
possibility.  Live a different reality that they would prefer. Even go
so far as to try to rip away control of the narrative.

It doesn't last. The same man goes into the story as comes out. We
cannot change our decisions that we made. We try, we beg for something
different to come from our imagination. But all that happens, Danny, is
this: what happened.

You can't win her over. She knew you. You knew her. She met someone
else. She moved on. You pined after her, you never said what you felt.

And she lived happily ever after.
-- 
f. aces
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