He Died?

so im kinda in love with Heath Ledger, and i know hes dead. but i wrote this a long time ago, and its also on my blog, but i thought it was a good one to start with!

He looked up as the door bell rang. "ding,ding,ding""coming!" he yelled annoyed again. why they couldn't just leave him alone was beyond him. half the people he knew didn't come around anymore. his mood was deteriorating at a constant rate lately. he quickly glanced through the peep-hole. sighing he opened his door to a small girl. "hey boo! sup?" she came close and hugged him. she smelled faintly like a mixture of strawberry's and pomegranate. she was wearing some kind of scratchy wool sweater and a long skirt. her hair was down and as curly as ever with a thin band around her forehead. "so whater' you doin'? she was always wanting to know that."i was reading a new script. it was for some ..." he stopped realizing her focus had shifted from him, to the mess allover his apartment. she bent to pick up a dirty shirt. she held it close to her face and sniffed."OH MY GOD! do you know how to use a washing machine?!?" he chuckled as she set to work cleaning up. she didn't know why it was so important to her to clean and take care of him, but she knew that if she didn't no one would. she was actually afraid to leave him for more than three days. she knew he would say something some day and she wouldn't come back. he knew too. "guess what my friend thinks." she said feeling the awkward silence go on to long.
"what?" he looked at her with a sideways glance then looked back to his script.
"she thinks that i go to some random guys house and say its you. i took that picture to her, but she still said that i was faking it. maybe i should bring her here and-"
"NO!" he yelled, she nearly jumped through the roof.
"sorry. ill clean up first...whats up with you lately? like why are you so tense...?"
"its, just never mind."
"no i want to know, this has gone on long enough. What has crawled up your butt and died?!" she looked at him with the look she sometimes gave when she was really ticked off.
"i don't know, im sorry." he turned and sat on the couch. She stood staring at him.
"thats it? Just im sorry?" he looked over his shoulder, and she held back tears. She had always felt in love with him. She needed him to feel really sorry. Just then the phone rang. He lifted it out of its cradle into his long slender fingers.
"hello? Um yeah, no. are you sure you have the right person? no. um...ya...no. Ok bye." he let the phone drop on the table. "its for you." she walked slowly to the table and lifted the receiver to her ear.
"hello?"

"HEY! Oh my God! Im so sorry I didn't believe you before! You really know him, OMG!"
"ya Nin, whats up?"
"well you told me to call, and I did. And was not disappointed."
"um, ya I got to go now, but ill call you when I get home, kay?"
"uh-oh! Did you two get into a lovers spat?"
"shut up!"
"ha ha, ok ok, talk to ya later."
"kay bye" she hung up the phone. Heath was in the kitchen making something. He looked up at her awkwardly. he nodded at her, and she back. That was the real apology. He went back to what he was doing, and so did she. They had never kissed, only hugged. They had held hands, and snuggled. But no kisses. She wanted to kiss him thought.
"hey do you mind if I come back later?"
"why? Did you and your mom get into another fight?"
"ya, it was he-uge!" this was not the first time she asked to come back after her daily cleaning. She and her mom got into fights a lot.
"do you mind if i stay the night?"he raised his eyebrows. "why?" he used the tone he used to make fun of her, but it was only a half laugh, the other was serious.

"cause. i dont really want to go home. i hate it there. im always compared to other people. moms like, 'why cant you do this like your sister' and'why cant you do that like your sister' I HATE IT!"
he looked at her huffing and puffing. he knew her, like really knew her. and yet...didn't. he didnt know all her pet peeves , and her favorit music, and her favorite cereal. he guessed that this would be a good way to find out.

"um...whats the date?" he looked for a calender.

"Uhhh the 22. why?"

"cause, Teresa is supposed to come today. never mind, ya come back in an hour though. i'm having a meeting... its hard to explain..."
she raised her eyebrow questioningly (that was a really big word!!!!!)
"who is she?"
"my...maid? or is is politically correct to say cleaner...?"
her eyes got all big and shiny (ooooo shiny.....)(moo haha now im commenting on my own thingy....moohahah!!!)she held back fake tears. "what?"
"i thought that i was your cleaner..."
"well you are, just not one i pay..."
"then pay me!" she huffed and clenched her fists and pouted (aaawww,not!).
he leaned close to her, and grabbed her arm pulling her quickly into him. he caught her in his arms lightly and lifted her with ease. he took her carefully to the couch, where he laid her softly and straddled her lightly. (not sure if i said her age, so because its now going to heat up...she i...well hes 28...so she will be 19) he leaned in to her, watching her eyes for any sign that she didn't want him. she didn't give him any. he kissed her softly at fist, but grew more aggressive, kissing her passionately. she strung her arms around his neck, he around her waste. they stayed like that for a while, just kissing. he was the fist to go farther, he grabbed her top botten of her pants and pulled it open, not leaving her lips.
"its Heath, i have always loved him!" she thought to her self. "so why do i want him to stop?" she reached for his hand and intertwined their hands and pulled it back to where she was. he pulled back slightly, not enough to arch his back, but enough to see her whole face.
"that's not what you meant is it?"she looked totally serious, so she couldn't help burst out laughing.
"no"she laughed, "although i didn't mind the kissing." he got off her and they both sat on the couch smiling to them selves. she looked down and re-buttoned her pants. "so...does this mean i can stay over night?" they both laughed. she got up, stretched and started to walk to the door.
"hey!" he called standing also, "you know i have loved you for a long time now right?" he looked so helpless, like a lost child asking to just go home.
"yeah. i know." she smiled and blew a kiss, open the door and left. on the way down it never accrued to her that he was in his bedroom now taking a few to many pills tonight, and would never get to have her moment with him.

Author's Note

dont judge, just read.
dont understand, im only planting a seed.
dont cry, it will be alright.
dont worry, im trying with all my might!

Reviews

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

I really like this.
Once I started reading it I just couldn't stop.
Can't wait to read more from you!

-Elissa :D