May 13 2003
Jenna wanted to throw the papers back at Jake. Throw them back and yell at him; then kiss him. And then she would stomp out of the room and continue on her work. But, no; she didn't have the energy; even though it would definitely satisfy everything she wanted to do before she forgot about it. Jake had come that morning with a new tag on his shirt, signifying a recent promotion. Then, when she thought about it later, he had been smiling. More of a half smile, really, but a definite smile. And she had been promoted, too. Jenna was a 30-year-old woman living in a ratty-old classical New York apartment, with brown hair and a talent for being so healthy but still smoking whenever you saw her. Just to let you know, Jenna smiled the same amount as anyone. She was also tall, and good-looking. She looked like a classical New York girl in her desk on the Corporal management building for post-stamps. Which, was exactly the building she worked in.
Jake wasn't like her; the two had never really clicked. As in, they barely ever exchanged glances. He was more of a next-door neighbor that you never really got to know, but he was always there. And it was just the same for Jake to Jenna. But, like I just said, she had wanted to kiss him at one point; and yell at him, but still kiss him. And this is exactly how two people had fallen in love one day, and had such a remarkable, and un-normal relationship which makes the story all the more interesting.
December 23 2002
Jenna looked around the apartment. all of the Christmas decorations had been made: the Christmas Tree, the Christmas Lights, the festive pillows, and a hot cup of coffee on the counter, ready to be drunk. She popped a quick smoke in her mouth, nothing surprising; she'd had the habit since July! If only old Bobby hadn't shown her what it tasted like... Everything had been prepared for Christmas, but one oddiment was still in the back of her mind, and it hadn't moved from there for a month now. It wasn't too surprising to be scared of the upcoming party, odds are, with their big company and all, someone is bound to get fired, because in her town, hard workers were scarce. Half of the population believed they should get paid for doing nothing, and half of them thought they should move out of that town.
No; it wasn't a town of hard workers; but the thought of being fired wasn't the thought nagging her in the back of her head... it was as if something was at the party... and it would change her.... Scared of the thought of her life changing, Jenna dressed in her coat, took her wallet out, and left the building in a hurry to work. She had been so pre-occupied by her thoughts, that she left the pack of smokes on the table.
Jenna had good luck. And she never minded rain; so she had seemed almost relieved when the storm-clouds gathered in the sky, and 5-minutes later it started to rain. She hailed a taxi with the money she brought, and got a good drenching before she got lucky enough to find a lift.
Staring out of the window, she listened to the small pitter-patter of the raindrops. It was very peaceful. It helped her clear out her thoughts. The thing that was nagging at the back of her brain was now gently tugging at it, and she put it away for now. Another 5-minutes later she arrived the destination she wants to go to. At work, they called it the Lobby, right when you entered The party was right there. She tipped the taxi-driver thankfully, held her skirt up so she wouldn't step on it, and hurried inside.
When she stepped inside, she immediately regretted it. First off, she was soaking wet from a few minute's soak in the rain. Second, she was holding her skirt up. And third, she was standing in front of an audience of almost fifty people. After a few moments of awkward silence, someone in the audience said," oh my God. Is that Jenna?" Then everyone applauded in laughter as she walked inside with a red face and nothing to say but an evil stare to the guy who shouted to her which spoke for herself: Would you shut up, already! Everyone applauded for another 30-seconds before taking one last look at her face and returning to their normal conversations. Her boss, Bobby breakers, was walking towards her. "Jenna. You're... full of surprises," he said to her with a friendly smile.
She managed to be a part of the chatter there, but she never forgot the day she walked into a building full of people being soaking wet and her dress up. She and Bobby had caught wind of a blowing conversation that dissipated fast but turned into another topic, which also changed into something else. But hey, that's how conversations go. Bobby had excused himself and asked her to go on and enjoy the party. She saw Jake with his friend, Roy; but there was no romance in her glance. Jake didn't seem to pay attention to her.
It was dull, and she was caught up in a big mass of dull talk, with dull conversations, and dull laughs. Everyone was happy that day. But she wasn't, and the only reason why was because she was suppose to get something out of this, and she didn't.
It went on that way, just talk. She acted normal, laughed with everyone, had wine with everyone, and applauded on the end when Bobby had promoted a man to General Assistant Manager with a name that sounded like Balonie.
There was one thing that had made the party interesting to her. And it was just to her, just for her, and she was probably the only one who felt it. A man came to the party, no one paid attention to him except a few 'hello's'. Thus, it completely surprised Jenna when he walked right up to her."Are you Jenna?" said the man. "Yes," she replied. the man gave a deep, mournful look of sympathy at Jenna. He said, "I am very sorry for your loss, Jenna. I don't know you, but he did." The man left in another direction before she could call out what he was talking about.
The party ended an hour after the man had come. Even though she looked hard, she couldn't find him. She shouted for another taxi, which came almost instantly, drove home without a word other than the name of the hotel, walked out of the car and into the rain, into the apartment, up the elevator and around the corridor, opened the door, and closed it, fell asleep on the bed without her average question such as: Why on earth was the party so late in the year. Before her eyelids closed, she looked over to the door and saw a letter on the floor.
To be Continued