My Guardian Angel(21)

“You didn’t have to, you know?” I pointed as we reached the front of my house. Walking home with Jason was calming after having told him my story. It wasn’t something I did often, but there was something I liked in him, which made me want to open up. Maybe if I did, he would see something in me and would want me the way I wanted him.

“We’re friends and I take care of my friends.” He laughed and patted me on the head.

“You want to stop doing that?” I warned.

“Why?” It was a fair question, but I couldn’t tell him that the mere touch of his hand sent me over the edge.

“’Cause, I'm older than you and I don’t like being patronized by someone as young as you,” I lied.

“Sure thing, granny.” He winked.

This comment left me with a murderous feeling inside me. Granny? Who was a granny? Not me!

“Granny,” he said again.

“Listen, junior. I swear I'm going to kick your ass, if you don’t stop,” I threatened. He only smiled.

“Sure you will,” he mocked. “I’ll watch you go inside.” He nodded his head towards my door.

“Thanks again for today.” I was grateful for him coming to my rescue.

I walked up the steps to my home and opened my front door. I turned and watched as Jason left.

I looked down and there at the foot of my door was a small package. I guess one of my fans must have sent me something. It happened that I would get one or two packages a month. The rest usually went straight to the publishing house. I picked it up and walked inside. I threw it on the counter and headed upstairs to take another shower and ready myself mentally for my writing stint. I began to listen to some music and made myself a tea.

I had forgotten about the package, until I saw it on the counter. I smiled knowing that once I opened it, I would get more fuel to write. I ripped the box open and inside was an mp3 player and a dead rose. Attached was a note that read:

HoPe YoU LiKe It As MuCh As I LiKe YoU

ThEsE SoNgS MaKe Me ThInK AbOuT YoU

This had to be some cruel joke, I plugged it in and the music began to play. The sounds of a drum with a tambourine filled my home and the voice of a male singer began to sing:

“Have I the right to hold you. You know I’ve always told you. That we must never ever part. Have I the right to kiss you. You know I’ll always miss you. I’ve loved you from the very start. Come right back I just can’t bear it. I’ve got this love and I long to share it. Come right back I’ll show my love is strong.”

The mp3 player lit up and the name of the song scrolled on it. The Honeycombs “Have I the Right.” I put my teacup down and stood still as the next song began to play. A heavy bass began to strum, the eerie sound echoing itself throughout my integrated speakers and then the drum kicked in.



How I wish you could see the potential

The potential of you and me

It's like a book elegantly bound

But in a language you can't read just yet



You got to spend some time, love

You got to spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart



There are days when outside your window

I see my reflection as I slowly pass

And I long for this mirrored perspective

When we'll be lovers, lovers at last



You reject my advances and desperate pleas

I won't let you let me down so easily

So easily



You got to spend some time, love

You got to spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart



I remembered this song from when I was younger. I was in college and my roommate loved it, it was from the Death Cab for Cutie’s, “I Will Possess Your Heart.” I walked over to my stereo and was going to yank it out when David Bowie’s “Love You Till Tuesday” started to play.



Just look through your window, look who sits outside

Little me is waiting, standing through the night

When you walk out through your door I’ll wave my flag and shout



Ohh, beautiful baby

My burning desire started on Sunday

Give me your heart and I’ll love you till Tuesday



Who’s that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch

Don’t be afraid it’s only me, hoping for a little romance

If you lie beneath my shade, I’ll keep you nice and cool



Ohh, beautiful baby

I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday

My passions never-ending and I’ll love you till Tuesday



Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea

Don’t be afraid of the man in the moon, because it’s only me

I shall always watch you until my love runs dry



Ohh, beautiful baby

My hearts a flame, I’ll love you till Tuesday

My heads in a whirl and I’ll love you till Tuesday