Status: finished.
Pretty Artificial
“Why are you talking to me?” I said, exasperated, “Shouldn’t you be dumping yogurt on my head or something? I was a bitch to you. And yet, you’re the only person who’s talked to me since I disbanded from the Sinead’s.” I said the final word with acidic mockery.
“It’s fun to see angels fall on their asses,” Nick explained, and then turned to the popular table, where a crowd of girls and guys who I used to share my days and nights with were laughing about something. “Isn’t it strange? Looking back at heaven while you’re smack in the middle of hell?”
“Yes,” I muttered, watching as Sinead and all my old friends sat talking and laughing. Sinead’s hand was resting on my ex-boyfriend’s upper thigh. “It’s more than strange. It’s awful.”
“Come to the party, Jasey,” Nick said, and with that final comment, left me sitting alone once again.
Credit; song title credit to Stephen Jerzak, Party Girl.
“It’s fun to see angels fall on their asses,” Nick explained, and then turned to the popular table, where a crowd of girls and guys who I used to share my days and nights with were laughing about something. “Isn’t it strange? Looking back at heaven while you’re smack in the middle of hell?”
“Yes,” I muttered, watching as Sinead and all my old friends sat talking and laughing. Sinead’s hand was resting on my ex-boyfriend’s upper thigh. “It’s more than strange. It’s awful.”
“Come to the party, Jasey,” Nick said, and with that final comment, left me sitting alone once again.
Credit; song title credit to Stephen Jerzak, Party Girl.