Writers Retreat’ is a new exercise I’m doing with Nive Gajiwala and Shachi Nelli, two aspiring writers who happen to be friends of mine.
Every day, one of us will suggest a brief to the group. The challenge is to produce 500-750 words, on that day, on the assigned topic.
Day 4’s topic is ‘Love or Lust: What’s the Difference?’, assigned by Nive.
This story contains some explicit content. Consider yourself warned (:
S: Why can’t we just fuck?
H: I don’t… I don’t think I…
S: What’s wrong with you dude?
H: I don’t know. It’s just. I don’t…
S: Don’t you want me?
H: I do. I do. So much. But I can’t, just.
S: You can’t just what?
H: I dunno if I can do this anymore. Coming over late. Leaving early. Sneaking around. Pretending we’re not, when everyone else is around.
S: Stop being such a fucking pussy.
H: I love you.
S: I told you not to say that to me anymore.
H: I… I uh…
S: Listen. Let’s just keep things simple, OK? I’m making this easy for you. God, why can’t you just fuck me and then leave? Why do you have to make things so complicated?
H: It’s not that simple. I’ve told you before. We’re more than this. You’re… you. I… this isn’t enough for me.
S: Don’t make me find someone else. Someone simpler. Someone who can take care of my needs, and not be so clingy all the time.
H: Please don’t do that. Please.
S: Do you want me or not?
H: I do. So bad. I want you so bad, baby.
S: Then why are you making things so complicated?
H: Don’t you think you deserve… we deserve… something real?
S: Stop making this about us. This is about you.
H: I just think… I want more. I want to be there for you.
S: I don’t have time for this shit.
H: You don’t think I’m boyfriend material?
S: I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t need a boyfriend. I don’t have time for this. For you. I’ve got school. I’ve got work. I’ve got shit to do. I don’t need anyone, OK? And if you can’t understand that, I think we should stop this. Because you’re really… you’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be.
H: You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
S: Thanks. You’re cute. Really. But stop trying to make this something it isn’t. Please. You’re being clingy and weird and it isn’t as fun or hot as it used to be.
H: Are you seeing anyone else?
S: No. Should I be?
H: Then why don’t you want to be with me?
S: Because. You’ve got all these ideas in your head. About love, and romance, and you’re trying to project them on me. You’re trying to make me something I’m not.
H: I just… I don’t want to be some fuckboy.
S: That’s on you. That’s got nothing to do with me.
H: I want… I feel like we, I, you, we… we deserve more than this.
S: I think you should leave.