Walking Lonely
By Cheshyre

Title: Walking Lonely (1/1)
Fandom: LAS
Pairing: None mentioned.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't make money off of it. I just use it to make other people happy. Suing me will only get you action figures.
Notes: Written as part of the Souvenirs Universe. Lyrics from "Walking After Midnight by Patsy Cline.
Warnings: Sushi is bait.


I go out walking
After midnight

Squiggy had been out every night since he'd gotten to Milwaukee and gotten settled with an apartment and a job. He couldn't stand to be in his place alone. It was too quiet. There was no one to talk to. Nothing worth watching on the television. Everyone he had known around here was gone.

Squiggy had come home and found the place empty of everything he'd once known.

I walk for miles
Along the highway

Squiggy wandered at night, often until exhaustion would force him home to his bed where he'd sleep a few fitful hours before rising again.

He spent his night strolls memorizing the new places that had popped up and striking the old ones that had come down. So much had changed in the time since he'd left. The Pizza Bowl was now a bar and many nights as he walked past, he could look in the grimy windows and see the questionable patrons of it. One night he'd actually sat across the street from it and watched the same woman come out and go in again five times, each time with a different guy on her arm.

Squiggy couldn't help be feel a pain of dismay every time he passed the place now; the happy memories chased away by the johns and prostitutes and pimps.

I stop to see a weeping willow
Crying on his pillow
Maybe he's crying for me

Squiggy got a sudden, unexplainable urge one evening after work as he forced himself through a cold plate of lasagna.

He decided he wouldn't go out tonight. Just one night, he'd stay in.

However, less than an hour later, he was twitching to escape the silence of his apartment and find a nice, busy street to walk along.

Squiggy was losing the fight to run. With his last bit of composure, he dove for the phone and dialed the first number that popped into his mind.

And as the skies turn gloomy
Night winds whisper to me
I'm lonesome as I can be

"Hello?"

"Hello, Carmine," Squiggy said, attempting to be cheerful.

"Hey, Squiggy!" Carmine at least sounded happy to hear from him. "How are ya? How are things in California?"

Squiggy's face suddenly fell, but he tried to remain cool.

"Well, I wouldn't know. I ain't in California anymore," he said.

"You're not?" Carmine questioned. "You and Lenny move or something?"

"Yeah, something like that," Squiggy said, his mood spiraling downward quickly. "I moved back to Milwaukee."

"Oh yeah? What's it like to be back there? I bet a lot's changed, hasn't it? Did you and Lenny get your old jobs at the brewery back?" Carmine asked.

"No. I'm working at a new place now," Squiggy said through grit teeth.

There was a long pause.

"Squiggy, what's going on?" Carmine asked, suddenly quiet and concerned. "Where's Lenny?"

"I don't know," Squiggy replied.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Carmine asked.

"I mean I don't know!" Squiggy snapped. "I'm not his keeper, ya know. He took off with Laverne a while ago. Didn't even warn me or nothin'. Just called me from the road somewhere."

"He took off with Laverne and didn't tell you? That's not like him," Carmine said, clearly taken aback by the sudden rush of new information.

"Well, women make guys do stupid things," Squiggy said, feeling his anger suddenly start to rise. "I've gotta go, Carmine. It was good talking to ya."

Before Carmine could even reply, Squiggy slammed down the phone and practically ran out of his apartment.

I go out walking
After midnight
Out in the starlight
Just hopin' you may be
Somewhere out walking
After midnight
Searching for me

Laverne fiddled with the pay phone cord as Carmine spoke.

"He's in Milwaukee."


Fin

To "High Sierra"
To "Blues Along The Way"









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