Work in Progress: Needs a Title (04.13.2023)

Sometime in the wee hours of the night on Friday/Saturday, I hear this obnoxious noise. Not clearly, but just enough that it’s now in my mind and I can’t unhear it.

While I love where I live because it’s mostly forgotten about, it has its annoyances. The birds during the spring and summer never shut up because of the lighting at night. You can almost always hear the flags flapping. And the road we’re on, despite not being a country road, attracts dirt bikes up and down it all spring and summer, and into the fall until the weather officially turns. Oh, yes, and the occasional person blasting their bass so loud it vibrates everything in existence. (Why do people still do this?)

We have trains that run through here and sometimes I hear them clear as day, other times I don’t hear them at all. Or, I’ll hear the sound it makes on the track before or after it’s already blown the whistle and have to remember what it is before I can go back to sleep.

This car alarm however… did not want to quit. I listened to it all day Saturday and most of the day Sunday. Either the battery finally died or the idiot finally unhooked  the battery or the horn.

I had a couple of people ask me why I didn’t just call the police or go bang on their door.

First, I live in Ohio where anyone can have a gun for whatever the reason and carry it whenever they want without reason or proof they know how to use it.

Second, I hate having to call the police about anything at all.

Anyway, someone cracked a joke ‘maybe he wants to ask you out’ and I was like… well then they’re really lacking intelligence because that sure as hell isn’t going to work.

Of course, shortly after the wheels started turning in my brain and I typed up around 300 words to the start of a story that could turn into something.

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Stiffening as the chilly air hit me from tossing off the cozy warmth of my covers, growling obscenities, I drag on my fuzzy pajama pants. Fuzzy socks followed. Stumbling down the dark hallway, I opened the closet, grabbing my favorite, okay only, zip-up hoodie. The alarm outside continued to blare, the source of my anger. Shoving my feet into my boots, I unlock and yank the door open, trudge through the ridiculous amount of snow to a neighbor’s door across the way.

Taking a deep breath attempting to calm some of my anger, I end up coughing from the frigid cold instead. “Alright, Ellie, you can do this. Doesn’t matter who they are, young, old, whatever. You’ve got this.”

Banging on the door like I see the cops do on tv, I shove my hand back in my pocket and wait. And wait a little longer. Just as I step forward and raise my fist to repeat the action, the door swings open and there’s a tattoo-covered chest in my face. As I look up, all I see is a potential Viking behind the beard.

“Something I can help you with?” He leans against the doorframe, looking down at me like he might eat me for breakfast. And not in a sexy way.

“Your car alarm has been going off all night,” the growl I easily found earlier didn’t sound so scary now.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. Something weird has been happening with the car. I haven’t been able to figure it out.” The behemoth ran a hand down his face as he reached to grab his keys just inside and hit the button to turn it off.

He didn’t look so scary now with shocked eyes followed by red-faced embarrassment.

Unable to stifle my yawn, I mumble thanks and turn to head back to my cozy cocoon of pillows and blankets. I heard him shut his door behind me.

Before I can take two steps, the alarm starts going again. The evil growl rumbles up from deep within as I turn around. The Viking yanks his door open, keys in hand, to turn it off again.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll unplug the battery.” He bends over to shove his feet into boots and heads outside without bothering to cover up.

His flannel pajama pants hung low on his hips. It’s so difficult not pantsing him. My fingers twitch and, if I had magic or wishes came true, they’d puddle at his feet.

Biting my bottom lip to stifle the sound of approval at his tight, squeezable backside, I can’t help but follow him to his car.

“Will it work?” Seeing him jump makes me clench my teeth together. I wonder if his outside is a direct opposite of his inside and, if so, how it happened.

“It should. If I disconnect the ground.” He pops open the trunk and searches through a toolbox, coming back with a wrench and pliers.

We both jump when the car alarm starts going off yet again. He kicks the tire a couple of times in what looks to me like mock anger. There wasn’t any heat behind the kicks or cursing.

I couldn’t help but imagine him bound up like some hentai anime girl twitching and shivering in lust and a little fear when being teased and tormented by me.

“What’s your safe word?” The damn question is out of my mouth before I can stop it from happening. Sometimes my filter malfunctioned.

There was a thump and a yelp as he hit his head on something. It was probably a bad idea to ask while he was pulling the latch inside the car to open the hood.

“I don’t even know you and you’re asking me for a safe word?” The big Viking rubbed the back of his head where he hit it.

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And that’s it for now… hopefully the idea flourishes. I seem to turn annoyances into stories these days, but I’m not going to hate on that process.

I highly recommend tuning into some of the things that absolutely annoy you and finding a way to turn them into something others will enjoy delving into.

XoXo,

Mischa