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"Imagine me and you, I do,"
Vic woke up with the radio playing in the back of his motel room. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of said room. White, plain white.
"I think about you day and night, It's only right,"
The blonde man yawned, looking at the side of his bed. Empty.
"To think about the girl you love,"
"and hold her tight—"
"aw man I love this song!" a voice out of the bathroom said all of the sudden, it wasn't Ramona. It was from a man, a man Vic doesn't particular remember, only remembering the acts they did the previous night. Great..
The man got out of the room, he was older than Vic only by 5-7 years though. He had dark hair,a bit of a beer gut and a ring on his finger. He just buttoned up his shirt as Vic smiled at him, struggling to remember his name. His hair was ruffled and he smiled back.
"Well that's a surprise, never figured you were the romantic type," Vic simply said sitting up and stretching himself.
"It played at my wedding,"
"Right your wedding," Vic simply answered and got out of the bed. He walked over to the man, he was a head smaller than the blonde. He put a hand under his chin, "Well then let's hope your wife doesn't find out that you're a queer, okay baby?" Vic grinned and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He turned the radio on that was over the sink. The same frequency as the clock.
"I can't see me Lovin' like you for all my life,"
Great. The universe tried to play a trick on him, he was sure. Vic looked in the mirror, frowning. His roots are showing, double great.
"When you're with me, Baby, the skies will be blue for all my life,"
The radio kept playing as Vic started going into the shower. All of the sudden a knock,
"Want me to join?" the man asked.
"Ah— No it's fine, Earl—"
"John"
"Huh?"
"My name was John"
"Ouh yea yea, Sorry…John,"
Damn it.
He sighed as the room was quiet again, stepping into the shower and cleaning himself. Vic was incredibly bored. Usually he woke up with a smile on his face and energy, today he woke up with none of it. Did his age finally hit him? Is he becoming an old geezer like his former neighbor too?
"The only one for me is you,"
"And you for me, so happy together,"
The blonde sniffed, wiping his nose with his hand as he put his head under the shower, watching the dying come off more and more. He really needs to buy new one. He listened to the repeated chorus and lyrics. For some reason he felt frustrated at the song, he had no reason but listening to that song just made him think of Earl.
"So happy together, so happy together…"
"And how is the weather"
Would they be happy together? Would they have blue skies? Would he wake up next to him instead of another one night stand or Ramona. Would the 3 share a bed instead? Would Vic feel not as bored? question lingering in his mind. He stepped out of the shower when the song ended, having properly washed his hair and now moving on to brushing his teeth and putting in Blue contacts in his eyes.
After sometime he got out of the bathroom, John still on the bed. He looked out the window the yellow car waiting outside. "So sorry, Buddy, I have to go," he said with a pout, "Why don't you go back to your wife huh?" He smiled.
John began to stutter, "B—But what about us??"
"What about us?" The blonde looked at him with big eyes which made the man just stutter more
"I—Do I see you again?"
Vic chuckled, "No!" he said with a smile, as he grabbed his stuff and putting on his shoes. John was quiet, almost like a sad puppy, the blonde thought. To bad he already had a dog.
"Will you remember me?" John asked as Vic was turned around. Vic turned back, both men looking at each other. Damn it, he didn't even remember the guys name when he woke up.
".."
"Yes," He said a simple lie, he smiled, "Goodbye, John."
Vic opened the door, threw the motel key to John and went out. Outside he put a cigar in his mouth and went into the car, sighing.
Ramona gave him a kiss on the cheek and both decided to drive. The car ride was spent quietly listening to the radio as Sonny & Cher, "I got you Babe" started playing.
"The radio is really trynna play a trick on me," Vic commented
"What? Do you still think about him?" The woman questioned, even though the answer should have been obvious.
The blonde grumbled, "Yes! yes I'm still thinking about him!" He answered frustrated.
"I told you, we should've return and take him with us"
"Ouh please you saw him, he would have— he would have said no!"
"but what if he didn't?" Ramona looked at Vic. The tension was thick and Vic fell quiet. He asked himself that everyday.
He looked at Ramona and then back at the road, sighing, "…I need new hair dye."
The car was quiet the whole ride home. Vic and Ramona have bought themselves a home, usually they don't stay at a place for to long but Vic had convinced Ramona to buy a new house anyways. It was in the same state they met Earl and his wife. He didn't know why he wanted it, he just did.
In the store Vic still thought about Earl as they looked at the hair dye, Ramona looking for her own. Vic walked up to her, "I'm sorry for earlier in the car."
The woman just smiled at her husband and held his cheek, "aww you don't have to worry, baby," she cooed. Vic just smiled half heartily and they continued their shopping. Arriving at their house, the blonde sat down on the armchair, sighing.
All day he could not stop thinking about Earl Keese, it was a parasite. Vic wasn't one to remember people, well he wasn't one to remember people like Earl. Earl was stuck up, he hated him and he was a straight traditionalist. Vic loved to toy with people like that, he loved watching them break their facade, albeit by sleeping with him or by going crazy. Earl was particular though, he reacted like Vic would have expected but he was also unpredictable. He looked heart broken when Vic decided to go, implying they were friends, giving him and Ramona his car. It made Vic stutter up, it made him want to have more.
He wanted— no needed to know more, he needed to see how Earl ticked. He needed to look into that pretty little head of his and watch, he needed to do things to the man he dreamed of all the time.
He needed to kiss his lips, go through his hair, he needed to touch his pecks, look at his most vulnerable flesh and devour it. He needed to do so many things to the man.
As the day continued those thoughts didn't stop and frankly Vic didn't do anything to stop them. He was simply watching TV as the day goes by.
As Ramona eventually went to little date with one of the new neighbors wife the phone started to ring. The blond sat up and took it, "Yello! Residents of the Zecks!" but no answer came.