The Queen Is Dead

Reads: 316  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Stella and Jason Miller don't believe in love, find out what other things they have in common and how Stella manages to escape from her feelings.

Submitted: October 02, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: October 02, 2011

A A A

A A A


- Stella, please don't leave

- Fuck you. 

 

Those were the last two words I said to him. Jason Miller, met him last year, first day being a junior on High School, very movie-like. Being the new girl, I was walking through the hall trying to find my locker and some assholes dropped my books. A tall guy, dark hair, very dark brown deep eyes with a Smith's t-shirt picked them up and smiled, then turned around and kept talking with his friends. I think the t-shirt was what got me instantly. I went to my physics class, I expected it to be harder, I was the best student on my last school and I was expecting a challenge but the only challenge in that class was trying to avoid the ginger girl who sat next to me and wouldn't stop asking questions. I really don't like girls. Her name was Irene Thomas and somehow she convinced me to go to the mall with her after classes. We went to the mall and she started to go into every fashion store and trying the ugliest clothes ever, I got sick of it and I told her I was going to the bathroom. Lie. I didn't give a fuck about leaving her there, she looked so dumb that she probably wouldn't notice and would buy any excuse I gave the next day. I left my ipod at home so I ran looking for a record store. I went in and looked for a Smiths record to listen to the only one I found was The Queen Is Dead, what a surprise music industry is in decadence. Anyways I put it on the record player but got no sound, the thing was broken. I left the headphones on top of the player and the cd inside, I was about to leave when someone stopped me.

 

It was Jason Miller, he asked me if I liked The Smiths, I thought that was a really stupid question since the case of the cd was open next to the record player, I tried to be nice cause he looked interesting and for what I saw earlier he had a good taste in music so I said yes. He said "We've got another player on the back, do you want to come?" I'm not a shy girl and I always take care of myself from assholes but something about his proposal was so interesting and provocative that I couldn't decline so I just followed him. I noticed that there was no one else in the store. He walked through a little door and so did I, he told me to close the door behind me. It was a small room illuminated by a red light, there was a coffee table with the record player on top of it, some books about world war II, a Chuck Palahniuk book I think it was Choke, a skittles bag, an empty green tea can and a joint. We both sat on the blue and orange sofa, I looked around and the walls were covered with posters: The Smiths,  Joy Division, David Bowie and The Rolling Stones. He asked me if I minded him smoking and excuse himself saying it was his day of the month, I wonder if he meant what I thought. I asked "Your day of the month?" "Yes, I smoke weed only once a month" "Well I don't mind at all as long as you share, it's my day of the month too" "You also smoke weed only once a month?" "Yes, and twice on December, Christmas just seems like the perfect day to do it" "Haha all right, there you go". That was the second point he made, I couldn't believe there was someone else in this world smart like me who knew the danger of becoming an addict and had control to smoke only once a month. He put the record on shuffle and The Boy With The Thorn In His Side started playing. We listened to that song in silence he put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes; I noticed he had a tattoo in his arm that said "Coexist" written in symbols. That was the third and winning point. When the song ended I turned around and took off my shirt, he saw the "Coexist" tattoo I had on my back, just like the one he had on his arm but black, his was blue. I put my shirt back on and sit by his side. 

 

"Could we have anything more in common?, What is your name?"

"Stella" I said. "What's yours?"

"Jason, Jason Miller" 

 

We started talking about coexistence, revolution, war, god, ideas, believes, politics, that thing neither of use believed in: love, life. We spent four hours under that red light. We got hungry and he suggested we went for some drinks. I asked for a strawberry juice no milk, he did the same. We talked about our families, our friends, sports, movies, books and Nazis. I paid his juice; he paid mine and bought a cookie to go. We went back to the record store only this time he closed the whole store. I sat on the couch and he went out to bring a record. He said it was his favorite song he played it, it was "Days" by The Kinks, I've never heard about them before but it was the most beautiful song ever. Through the whole song we didn’t stop looking in each other eyes for a second. When it ended he stood up and went to the small bathroom in the end of the room, I laid on the couch and closed my eyes, a song mentioning Lola and Coca Cola started playing and I was really enjoying it. He came back from the bathroom, looked at me, smiled and laid by my side. The song ended and another song started playing, out of the blue he turned around to end up facing me and started to kiss me, he kissed me like no one had ever kissed me before, I kissed him back, I kissed him like I've never kissed anyone before and thats when I felt it. I quickly stood up and open the door, he said

"Stella, please don't leave" 

I said "Fuck you" 

 

Fuck you Jason Miller, I never saw him again. Fuck you Jason Miller for showing me and making me feel something I didn't believe in. Fuck you Jason Miller for feeling it too. Fuck you Jason Miller for start believing in it too right in that moment and doing nothing about it. Fuck you Jason Miller for allowing me and allowing yourself to feel that. Fuck you Jason Miller.

 

That was the day in which I became a fan of The Kinks and I made Jason Miller think that he had done something wrong when all he did was love me. Even if it was for a second, for a day, I loved him too. And I will hate him forever because of that. I hate how Jason Miller showed both of us that we were wrong. Fuck Jason Miller, I hope we never see each other again and I never find another Jason Miller in my life.


© Copyright 2020 MariaLuisa. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Young Adult Short Stories