Soap Opera Sunday: Episode Four - In the Dark of the Night

Previously, on Soap Opera Sunday:
[Episode One] [Episode Two] [Episode Three]

The party went well. N and S seemed to finally connect, and just as things were starting to get a little crazy, the two of them decided to make a break for it.

The train tracks are poorly lit and perfect for angsty, romantic walks in the middle of the night. N and S made their way down the track behind town and then circled back, talking the whole time about all of the things that were important to them: their plans, their families, their beliefs.

The sexual tension was palpable. N could feel his body next to hers as they walked. She moved her hand so that it grazed his and it sent a jolt up her arm. As they reached the end of the loop they were making their hands connected and they walked together back down towards the party, each feeling, but not talking about, the electricity that moved between them.

By the time they came back down to the center of town it was after 2:00 in the morning. The streets were deserted, and they decided to sit on a bench for a minute, stretching the evening out as far as it would go. It was this unlikely moment that N's ex chose to ride his motorcycle through town and pull a dramatic U-turn to skid to a stop in front of the bench.

N watched in horror as he dismounted, said, "Hey," to S casually, as if they were both buying coffee in the same shop, and sat down next to her.

S stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I should go."

"No! No," N half-stood, but made the mistake of looking at the ex. He looked totally pathetic. She felt them both pulling her with their eyes.

S said, "I'm just gonna..."

But N couldn't let him leave, she didn't want him to go, "No, wait..."

The ex pulled on her sleeve and she sat down next to him. "What do you want? What are you doing here?" She suddenly felt exhausted.

The ex looked at her and his eyes filled with tears. "Why are you doing this?" he pleaded.

N realized he had been drinking. She tried to remember why she had ever loved him, but came up with nothing. She said, coldly, "Oh for fuck's sake. You broke up with me, remember? You're the one who cheated, you broke up with me!"

"But..."

N stood up. "I have to go." She glanced at S who had moved a few paces down the sidewalk.

"But, I love you!"

"Well, sorry," N shrugged and turned away from him for the last time.

As she walked towards S, who was still looking anxious, the ex started yelling after her, "Why are you doing this to me! How could you do this! I love you! Don't walk away from me! S, I thought you were my friend, man! What the fuck!"

But N took S's hand and without talking the two of them walked back to the party. The shouts that followed them seemed to echo in their heads, just as they were echoing through the deserted town. The tension that had been so filled with anticipation of things to come felt different now. N tried to read S's face, see what he was thinking, but she couldn't tell, and she couldn't ask.

Next Week: What will N and S do when they discover that the party's over, and N's car keys are locked inside the house?

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