Sixteen

Lindsay sat down at her desk and sighed. Budget meetings always gave her a headache. Her supervisor always wanted her to pull all the figures together and it was always a bitch to equate what they needed for the town with what the council was willing to set as final budget. This year was no exception and from looking at initial figures she was almost certain there might be layoffs this year. That was always fun, her reports always managed to mean someone lost a job.

Reaching into her desk she pulled out her lunch. At least she could check the forum while on her lunch break. Maybe there was a new chapter from Sonja or Tresca, or even the illusive Lainey. Hopefully someone had updated so she could forget the nastiness of her day for just a few minutes.

As the forum loaded she took a bite of sandwich and grinned to see her message flag blinking. These days she looked forward to seeing it, These days the messages were liable to hold some weird bit of craziness from that Joker fella who even now kept insisting he was the real David Bryan. She had challenged him to prove it, but so far all she’d gotten were more cryptic little “wait and see” messages. Her smile grew as she saw that Stephen replied. Truth be told she was beginning to get quite the little crush on her secret writing partner. Well secret in the respect that she’d kept quiet to the girls on him being well a him.

So he felt the same about love, sad he didn’t think he had time for it. She’d never quizzed him on his job, but to think anyone was too busy to find love was sad. She’d have to ask about that. He seemed the type to be rather loveable, although a bit goofy.

She laughed out loud at the question he’d ask Tico because it was exactly the same thing she’d probably ask. How could anyone who spent his time hitting on drums find such satisfaction in hitting a tiny ball around was anyone’s guess, but she’d love one day to find out. So he wants to know what I’d ask huh? He’ll laugh, I know he will.

Opening the reply box she began to type quickly, sandwich forgotten as she framed up her reply to her new friend.

Subject: Well now

Ok, Ok I’ll take your word for it, all men aren’t dogs, but from what you’re saying I still say they are stuck on stupid most of the time. What do you mean you’re too busy busy to find love? Gosh sounds to me like you don’t want too. Someone must have hurt ya pretty bad if you can find so much to keep you too busy to even look for love. Can I feel bad for ya? I mean sure, I don’t have it in my life either, but I’m not immune to the idea, the right guy just hasn’t come along yet.

Lindsay muttered to herself, “Lots of wrong guys wanting lots of the wrong things though. She just didn’t get it, if you weren’t willing to hop into bed after a hot dog they went along their merry way. Sex was ok, but it took more than that to build any type of relationship.

I mean hell, the few I’ve met were so not Mr. Right that its not funny. Tell me, what is it about a fast food meal from McDonalds that makes a guy think he’s entitled to more than a handshake? You’re a guy, explain that one.

Ok so what DO you do for a living that keeps you too busy to find love? Are ya president or something? Haha.

As to the question I’d ask? Well don’t laugh. I’d ask Richie a question of course ((was there any doubt? LOL)) Some things about the guy intrigues me, I’d love to just sit and talk to him about stuff, I mean with all he’s been through he’s bound to have a unique take on things right? I wanna know about the guy, not the musician, but the one question I’d ask is.. “What do you see when you look at color?”

Yeah see I know he’s color blind, but well, from what I’ve researched it takes many forms. Can he SEE red, just not the shadings of red? Or does he see grey or some funky shade of yellow? What’s it like ya know? To wonder what the green of grass really is cuz all green looks grey? I TOLD you it was a crazy question, but you gotta admit it explains his stage clothes at times. ((don’t ask LOL))

Well, I’d keep going but I’m on my lunch hour and its budget time. Did I ever tell you how I HATE budget time? Town has me pulling all the figures for the fiscal budget, means someone might get laid off. Man hate that job some days, I really do.

I’ll check into your chapter shortly, might be late before I get a chance to write though, *points upwards* Budget time means late hours for me.

Talk at ya soon,

Linds.


She glanced up at the clock and nodded. Still a half hour to go on her lunch hour, she had time to check the fics out. Moving into Richie’s realm she saw the new posts from readers which told her one thing. Stephen had been at it again. Opening the thread she scanned upwards and chortled at the varying oh my gods, thuds and falling on the floor in a faint icons. Holy hell what had he written?

She finally arrived at his post and started to read and got as far as paragraph six before exiting the thread and hurrying from her office. Air, she needed air in the worse way. God damn if that wouldn’t teach her to read fictions at work, especially his. Ten minutes later, her lunch break almost gone she sat down at her computer, opened her message center and fired off one more message.

Subject: Warn me fuck it all

God dammit, sweet jesus, I will NEVER read you again at work. EVER!!! Warn me next time. Don’t try to kill the writing partner, it short circuits a story.

My god, it begs the question.. Are you writing from experience or what?

Linds.