the things we did the things you hide just for the record its between you and I It felt like a dirty little secret and as soon as I saw her face, I was ashamed. Bracing myself for the harsh words soon to follow as I slipped back into bed, hoping she'd play nice. " Hi there." Cautious, I looked at her as she glanced at me, more unintrested than anything. " Hi." Though short, it was less of what I was expecting. " Sleep well?" I asked casually, stretching out while waiting for an answer. In return she sighed and got up, pulling one of the sheets with her. " Aren't you staying for breakfast?" I asked as her slim figure disappeared into the bathroom. Her muffled 'no' shot at my heart and I exhaled, rolling over and staring out of the window to muggy and rainy scenery. I listened as the water came on and a few minutes, heard the squeak as it shut off and she came out, fully dressed yet not-so-composed as usual. " We never break it off here," I mused, watching as she scanned the scattered. " This is all just a big joke to you, isn't it?" She snapped, dropping to her knees and peering under the bed. " This was never a joke to me," Yet I couldn't bring myself to show her that I was being serious. She got up and glared. " God, I hate being here." She angrily turned away and I let out a wry chuckle. " Well, that's not what you said last night." " Yeah, well, last night was the product of alcohol, McLean, and it made even you attractive." " Oh, right, I see the reasoning for it. But what about the night before that and all those other times?" " Listen, you are the product of alcohol, it doesn't count. This doesn't count." Her words stung but I should have known better than attempt at making this intimate and more than a one night type of thing. " If you hate me so much, why the fuck are you always back? I could have others, maybe someone wanting a real relationship." " Real relationship?" A sarcastic laugh flew from her lips. " Please, a rat on morphine could have more chances at commitment than you." " Whatever you say, Michelle. I take it you won't be back tonight, huh?" She made no effort to answer but apparantly found what she had been looking for and turned to slip on her shoes. " I'm leaving. Have a nice visit in Tokyo." She snapped, grabbing her purse. " Why? How come you never stay? If it means so much to you-" " My career means more." " Jesus, Michelle, we have the exact same lifestyle, the same career. You can't let the fucking press or your manager dictate whom you should be seeing-" " Goodbye," She stated coldly before waltzing out of the suite and letting the door shut behind her. I knew she'd be back that night just like she knew she wouldn't but that was always the case between her and I, wasn't it? oh its never gonna be its sad but i agree the signals don't seem right they last for just one night
Lyrics by the Strokes off their 'Is This It' album.
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