Winchester Legacy 1.2

Someone had kicked over my trashcan. I had walked outside to take out the trash only to discover the can lying on its side and the contents spilling over into the street. I cleaned it up and was horrified to see roaches milling around on the sidewalk. It was winter didn’t these vermin hibernate or something? Rushing inside I grabbed a spray can and sprayed a thick cloud over the top of them. Almost instantaneously the roaches keeled over and died.

“I wonder why no one’s come up with a spray to kill a dying relationship,” I mused aloud before heading back into the house.

I had taken to staying at work later and bringing home work with me. Anything to keep Gordon away while I figured out what I wanted, needed, to do.

It did kind of freak me out when I invited a co-worker over. She had said that she needed to some things before she came over and imagine my surprise when she showed up at my place with a new hair cut and hair color. Her makeup was a ghoulish parody of mine. She breezed in, sat down at the chess table and started to play as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As if she just didn’t look like some sort of creepy stalker. I stared at the phone as I debating on calling 911. You could never be to careful these days. Heck, for all I knew she might kill me and start wearing my skin.

That was the last time she was invited over.

You know how you sometimes get the feeling that someone is reading your paper? Sometimes I had to leave for work before the paper arrived but it’s my paper. So why would anyone just walk up and start reading it as if that’s the natural thing? The photographer had showed me a couple of pictures of people just strolling up to my door,  picking up the paper and standing there reading it. The gall. I was getting ready to meet Gordon when I saw a figure walk up to the door. I could tell from the silhouette that it was a woman and thinking that they were selling something I opened to the door…

…to see her casually flipping through the paper.

“Excuse me? May I help you?”

“Oh!” She gave a startled laugh. “No, I’m sorry. I was just-”

“Reading my newspaper,” I finished for her.

“Uh-”

I waved her away. “Shoo, shoo. Get away from my house and don’t come back here unless you’re going to buy the newspaper before you read it.”

She glared at me, as if I was the one in the wrong, before she dropped the paper into the snow and stormed off.

“Why I oughta…” I mumbled as I bent down and grabbed the paper. I had read it at work so I just trashed it. I froze when a snowball hit me in the back of the head. Spinning around with a snarl I expected to see the woman running down the sidewalk but instead I saw Gordon doubled over laughing.  I relaxed and shaking my head I bent down and made a huge snowball that I hurled in his direction. His laughter was muffled when it hit him square in the face.

“Bulls eye!” I crowed and before I knew it we were playing in the snow like two little kids.

“Can you throw less like a girl Gordon?” I yelled at him as I dodged the snowball he had thrown.

“I’ll show you a girl!” he yelled back as he bent down and scooped up a insane amount of snow and began to pack it. Bending down I followed suit while keeping a close eye on him.

It was at times like this that I regretted having slept with him. He was an amazing friend but would we be able to go back to that when, if, we broke up? It was hard to say. I mean, I never remained friends with any of my previous boyfriends so I couldn’t be mad if Gordon didn’t want anything to do with me ever again. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard Gordon grunt.

Straightening I bent back my arm in preparation of throwing my own snowball at him. We let the snowballs fly at the time time.

See, I’ve watched the Matrix so I knew what to expect. I did my whole Neo think while Gordon got blasted in the chest with my snowball. He let out a curse and I watched his snowball fly by me as if in slow motion. Yes, I am that good.