An Unlikely Conversation

[Audo]

An Unlikely Conversation

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

That was what he had been looking at for the past thirty minutes. It wasn’t that he really minded reading a Shakespeare quote over and over again, truly contemplating what it really meant – that was all good and fine. What he did mind however, was the fact that the cold air around him was causing his breath to crystallize. Oh, and the fact that his dick was stuck in a park bench.

That kind of sucked too.

“Are you okay?”

He turned to look at the voice which he soon discovered was a huge mistake as his body twisting only caused further pain onto his trapped penis. Grimacing, he immediately shut his eyes as he turned back to face the other way. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a girl’s vibrant green ones. Though his instinct was to recoil and pull back, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the predicament he was in.

“Ouch, um, are you--.”

“Alright, yeah, thanks”

“--fucking that bench?”

His head dropped. He was fucking that bench. Of all things to fuck he had decided, in his unbalanced mind brought on by emotional distress and one too many shots of that mysterious green drink that seemed to be a certain shade reminiscent of snot, that fucking the bench would be a good idea. Why he thought this, well, in hindsight, he hadn’t a fucking clue.

But he guessed that was the point.

“Yeah... I am.”

“And you’re stuck aren’t you?”

“Yeah... I am.”

“Your dick swell or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Huh.”

The girl stood up and looked down on him. Blinking one too many times necessary, she watched in silence. It was too much of a strain for him to look up at her, not that his embarrassment wasn’t enough to keep him looking elsewhere, so, instead, he just focused on the watch that was around her (he noted) exceptionally porcelain wrist.

It was 4:42 AM.

He closed his eyes again, not being able to believe that he was stuck like this, in front of another human being. It was like a post meant for FML or something. But, even though he was ashamed beyond belief, he couldn’t help but feel happy that someone had found him. He wasn’t even sure if it was the fact that he now had someone who could get him help or just the fact that he had someone at all.

“Can you, uh, sit with me?”

Though he couldn’t see her reaction, he was betting that it was one of scepticism. Among other things. He fully expected to open his eyes, fight with the pain descending on his swollen cock, and turn and look only to find her having left him without another word.

But then he felt the fabric of a blanket being wrapped around his half-exposed body, and a hand rubbing his back softly before the small rush of wind of a body falling down beside him on the bench.

“My name’s Larissa.”

The man, smiling, stammered. “My, uh, my name’s Will.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Will.”

“You too.”

There was a pause.

“You’re not going to ask?”

“Ask?”

“About me.”

“Oh, sorry. So... what do you do for a living?”

“What?”

“You know, what do you do?” A blank expression. “To earn a living?” Bewilderment. “...What’s your job?”

“...I, uh, I work as a cell phone kiosk clerk. Virgin Mobile. You’re not going to ask why I’m like this?”

“Should I?”

“Well, I don’t know. Aren’t you curious?”

“Meh.”

“That’s it?”

“I guess so.”

“Wow.”

“Wow what?”

“Don’t you think I must be a pervert or something? That I must be some sort of miscreant for doing something this bad?”

She motioned to the quote inscribed on the bench. “Nothing’s either good or bad, right?”

“I... uh...”

“Are you usually this sheepish?” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. “Here, let me help you out. I’m a Pisces. I grew up in a small town not too far from here. Moved to the city in hopes of finding everything that I thought I was missing back home. My dad’s dead and my mom is an uptight perfectionist. I have no sisters, but I have three brothers. All of them gay. Your turn.”

“Do you always talk to lonely guys with their dicks stuck in park benches?”

“Oh, absolutely. In fact, you’re the third this week.”

“You’re funny.”

“My dad used to tell me that all the time. Told me, that with my sense of humour, I could charm any guy. Or well, any guy worth a damn. Told me that the way to a man’s heart is through his funny bone. Your dad every say stuff like that to you?”

“Not really. The only time my dad used to talk to me about anything was when he yelled at me about my ‘life choices’. He used to always tell me that if I didn’t smarten up and get a decent job that I’d be stuck someplace I didn’t want to be with no means of getting free.”

“Maybe you should have listened,” she said jokingly, motioning to the bench.

The man laughed, which, he noticed, hurt a lot more than simply turning. He felt the pain was worth it though, worth every second. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like he was laughing now. But then the laughter stopped.

“Whenever he talked to me about that kind of stuff though, I just got the feeling he was telling me more about how he felt about his life than he felt about mine. I guess I was the mistake that got him stuck someplace he didn’t want to be.”

“Well,” she said, pausing, “all the best cowboys have daddy issues.”

“I’m a rather pitiful cowboy.”

“That’s true. But, you know, at least it means you’re not going to be the one that everyone is after.”

“How is that a good thing?”

“Means I get you to myself.”

“You’re really forthcoming.”

“Does that scare you?”

“No. I just... don’t get it. I mean, look where I am.”

“The park?”

“No, I mean, like this. Anyone else would probably just think that I am a pervert who either gets turned on by doing this kind of shit in public or gets turned on by furniture or something. Why aren’t you afraid?”

“Because I already know why you did it.”

“How?”

“You told me. I mean, you didn’t tell me directly, but, I can piece it together based on what you told me about you and your life. And I want you to know that it’s okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“We all get lonely sometimes, Will. I mean, we could have the entire world around us and still feel utterly, hopelessly alone. All we want as humans is contact. Some sort of sign to tell us, to tell the world, that everything that is happening to us is real. That I’m really real. That you’re really real. And that we’re both happening at the same time, in the same lonely world. That’s all.

“You don’t need to tell me why you did what you did, because it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care about what it was that made you do that, just like I don’t care about what made me come over here. It doesn’t matter why we did what we did. All that matters is that we’re both here – now – and we’re together and we’re not alone.”

“How do you know so much about me, without really knowing me?”

“You know me too. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Will looked up at the sound of sirens in the distance and, soon, white ambulances broke the darkness. He looked at the vehicles and felt an overwhelming feeling of dread copulate inside him. It was the first time tonight that the last thing he wanted was to get unstuck.

“I called them,” she said looking over her shoulder as the paramedics, “before I came over to talk to you.”

“You could have just left, but you talked to me anyway.”

“Yeah, I did,” she said quietly with a soft smile.

“But... I... I don’t want to – I mean – I’m stuck... but... I’m stuck in a place I want to be now,” he said, feeling a lump form in his throat.

The paramedics were almost there, and then that would be the end of it all. He would never see her again, and she wouldn’t see him. This seemingly random moment of connection, of a perfect disaster, would be nothing but a fleeting memory to recall when both of them were older and forgotten and alone with the world surrounding them. And that thought, the thought of being nothing more than a memory of a strange encounter, hurt him more than the entire situation that led to the chance encounter happening. He knew how it sounded – amplified ridiculous – but he would go through all the pain again if it meant spending more time with her.

“I’d get my dick stuck in more benches if it meant being with you. That sounded a lot more romantic in my head.”

She placed her hand on his cheek. “That’s real... sweet, Will. But, how about you just give me a call instead?”

She pulled a marker from her coat pocket, and, along his exposed arm, wrote her number. After drawing a small little heart next to the last seven, she smiled before snapping the lid back on the marker.

The paramedics arrived and told her to back away. The paramedics and firemen surrounding him, he felt alone again as they sawed off the piece of bench he was stuck to. Knowing it would be too dangerous to try and fix it there, they decided to take him, and a chunk of the bench, back to the hospital.

Loaded on the gurney, he only had the stars to look at. But then her face came into view, her beautiful green eyes looked down on his. She gave his hand a squeeze, and, with a smile on her face, she whispered into his ear:

“We’re going to have the most fucked up ‘how we met’ story ever.”

[bittermeat]

Aw you weren't lying, that was heartwarming! Lol I won't ask where you come up with your ideas but regardless of that even though it'd really suck to be Will, I suppose a girl like Larissa would make it worth while. It's cute, your writing style is very charming, I never get tired of it.

[Riel]

he couldn’t but be reminde

+help

he was ashamed beyond believe

belief*


While I agree that this is a highly unlikely conversation, I enjoyed the piece. Some of the parts where the girl was talking sounded just a little bit forced or cliche, but I still enjoyed them. Good piece.

[Audo]

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[Annoyance]

Some of the girl's statements seemed a bit unnatural to say in one go in my opinion. Doesn't really match the other parts of the story.

The entire thing was amazing though. I loved it. Very nice. :3