The silence in the apartment was sharply broken by knocking. Glinda rolled over to see the clock. The bright green numbers showed 9:52. She groaned and pushed Conor "Who is up at this insane hour?" Conor looked at the clock "It's almost 10" Glinda groaned even louder and pulled the pillow over her head "Conor. Go. Now. Deal with it." Conor got up and walked to the door. Glinda sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, the world was crazy for making her get up this early. She decided the only way to feel better was coffee. She tried to move her legs but the pig was asleep on her legs. "Darling Elphie you must move I know it is early but." The pig didn't move so she squirmmed out from over Elphie and the covers. She walked out of the bedroom and saw Conor at the door "Who is it babe?" Conor sighed "How can I know. I haven't opened the door yet." "Well get to it." Conor opened the door. A suave looking man looked up. His hands were in his pockets and he had a 3 piece suit on. Even at 10 am he looked like he would take his bombshell to dinner where the bill would exceed Conor's paycheck. He brushed his brown hair back into it's form and frowned "I am sorry I am looking for 8D." "This is 8D" "Well that's odd. " He looked at the printed sheet in his hand. Well most people when they carry a paper for miles and stuff it in there pocket it is a crumpled lump. His was a smooth piece of perfection. "I am looking for Glinda Ashland?"
Conor sudenly recognized the man standing before him. "It's glinda RIGBY" He swifty pulled his arm back, and punched Adam Ashland square in his nose. "Get the **** out and keep your rich-boy swag off of my girlfriend's dick, you spineless dick-sucking lowlife." Conor slammed the door in the mans bleading and broken face, shaking his left hand. He returned to Glinda and got back into bed, sighing.
-- Edited by Kairu Rigby on Wednesday 20th of October 2010 05:09:55 PM
Adam Ashland stood in the hallway his nose gushing blood wondering how this all happened. Well he started off with him knocking then a man came and punched him in the nose. NO he as bleeding profusely. He thought of what to do now.
Glinda retrived her coffee quickly wanting to get back into bed and sleep for another 3 hours. Conor seemed steamed as he sat in the bed. She sipped her coffee slowly "Who was at the door?" She heard a knock again not quite as urgent though. She peered around Conor "Are they still at the door?"
Conor looked at Glinda sheepishley. "Don't be mad, okay...?" He stood and walked to the door. He opened it with his left hand behind his this time. "I apologize for loosing my cool, bastard." He glared at Adam as Glinda walked up.
Glinda chittered at Conor being so suspicious. She followed him to the door her arms crossed having no idea what to expect. "Holy crap Adam?" She set her coffee down "Holy crap why are you bleeding?" "Holy crap Conor. Holy crap" Adam Ashland looked at Glinda "Can I talk with out being punched?" Glinda stood for a second. She was soo confused. "hyUm Adam I know you are bleeding on the floor right no but why are you here?" Adam Ashland looked at Conor "Why did you punch me?" He looked to Glinda "What is wrong with your last name." Glinda? Why isn't it Ashland?" Glinda crossed her arms again "What? Adam get it through your skull. WE ARE DIVORCED. My last name was Golightly after that. For your crappy memory that is my maiden name. And no it is Rigby because we." She referenced to Conor. "Are engaged." Adam looked at Glinda's finger "But you aren't wearing a ring?" Glinda grabbed a dish towel and thre it at his head "BECAUSE I WAS F'N SLEEPING TILL YOU TRIED TO BANG THE DAMN DOOR DOWN!"
Conor had his thumb and index pressed against the bridge of his nose as Glinda spoke. "Yeah, you douche. If you knew anything about Glinda..." Conor inhaled deeply to stop himself from ranting any farther. "Why the **** are you here?" He restated.
Adam pushed the dish towel at his nose. When the bleeding stopped he folded the bloody towel up and set it on the couch. He spoke slowly choosing his words carefully "Can I talk to Glinda alone?"
Glinda grabbed her arm "Adam, I divorced you so I wouldn't have to see you." Adam reached out Glinda "Glins-" Glinda slapped his arm away "Stick with Glinda. Or I ill punch you about 3 feet lower." Adam stepped back "Well I came to see if you would take me back. We were good together." Glinda pushed her hair back into a ponytail "No. I divorced you for being a pig. I am over you." Adam looked at her "What happened to your hair? It used to be so blonde." Glinda selfconciously touched her dreamsicle hair. "I changed it back to the way it used to be. Before I met you." He shook his head "But it isn't you." She snorted "You know me so well. What was my favorite color when we got married?" Adam thought for a minute "B-bl-black?" Glinda threw her arms up "IT WAS TURQUOISE! Our wedding was f'n navy and turquiose!" Adam put his hands to his chest "See, that's we should get back together. So I can learn all the things I never knew about you." Glinda shook her head "Conor, can you help me out here?"
Conor appeared as quicly as possible to Glinda's side. His was clearly just annoyed at this point. "Adam, leave her alone. She doesn't want you anymore." He raised his voice. "You never knew her like I do. You never loved her like I do! You were a sugardaddy playboy and an ass to her. I can't believe you would cheat on her. What women is better?!" Conor lost his temper at this point. "HOW COULD YOU HURT SOMEONE SO PERFECT? SO BEAUTIFUL? YOU SICK PIG. YOU ****ED UP. GET OVER IT AND GET OUT BEFORE I BREAK MORE THAN YOUR NOSE." He yelled in adams face. He had never lost his temper like this before. Conor took a step back and straightened his scarf, trying to collect himself. "I'm sorry for loosing it, dear..." He muttered to Glinda.
Ginda bit her lip "Conor wow." She was at a loss for words. Her breath started to quicken at the stress and Conor helped her sit down. SHe put her head between her legs and breathed. Adam looked at Conor "What's wrong with her?" Conor looked at him confused. Glinda shouted once her breath had caught up "I have started to have panic attacks. Once we met. Did me being in the bathroom for hours mean anything to you?" Adam shurgged "I thought it was a feminine issus. Glinda wiped her tears away. "Adam, I hate you. Please leave." Adam put his hands out "But Glinda we were power couple. It was great. Come on this kid can't provide for you like me." Glinda left the room she was to upset to keep talking. Adam sighed and looked at Conor "What do you do? Ho can she love you more than me?"
"I love her." Conor said. "I love her, not just her body, or her image. I love my fiance, not just having a fiance." He glared at Adam. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help her. Show yourself out if you know what's best for you." Conor went into the bedroom and sat next to Glinda. He rubber her back and she tried to calm down. "I'm sorry..."
Adam sighed. He had failed. And now he had a broken nose. A broken nose, and a broken heart. He sighed and called out "You can call me if you want." He shut the door and walked down the stairs to the lobby. He saw his fancy black audi and got in the passenger seat a Paris Hilton look a like. "What did she say?" Adam sighed "Her butch roommate punched me in the nose and then she started crying over me. And I was like I just want to check on you. Because I care about your feelings, and I need you to sign this paper. But she didn't want to listen to me." Paris Hilton girl sighed and kissed his cheek "Oh well at least you left her so we could be together." She kissed him again and put her hands on a wheel. A giant gold edding band sparkled in the sun as they drove off.
Glinda finshed crying and hugged Conor. "You are my rockstar." She looked around "Can we get something to eat?" I feel like crap.
Conor laughed and hugged Glinda. "I love you, you're perfect." All he was wearing was a scarf, plaid pajama pants, and a navy V-neck, but the possibility of eating breakfast with Glinda in pajamas was too cute to refuse. He picked up his wallet and put it in his pocket. "Let's go." He stood and picked up Glinda princess-style, carring her to the door and smiling like a little kid.
Glinda giggled as he put her down in the hallway. She had a loose grey tank top, and black cotton hot shorts. Her dreamsicle hair was in a sloppy ponytail on the side of her head and her little gold engagment ring sparkled. "I just want ice cream."
