Tellme did you smell her taste? Sequel part.1
Special thanks to Sere and his little push;)
I state that I was in the style of one-shot and that it was difficult to make the sequel because it will never be the height of the early writings, as a result of any self-respecting one-shot ... actually, in fact, result should not have! However
special times I'm going through I was motivated to write more on this 'non-story story' quite troubled.
I apologize in advance if you disappoint someone.
This is the first part. To you.
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SEQUEL part.1
I have always despised the shallowness of those women that empty credit cards only for the sake of it, to have a pair of shoes more to add to the 150 who have already, to have yet another pair of jeans but even more hate those with the intent to be seen on the streets of Los Angeles filled with bags, semi-celebrities and celebrities looking for a paparazzo who can capture the fateful moment and show the world their way of life ... their 'good life'
... Pathetic.
But it works, I mean shopping.
I went out early this morning, could not exceed 9.00, I parked the car I do not know where to tell the truth, it looked like the parking lot of a shopping center or something like that, and now I'm 'playing' for about three Merloce hours.
Ok, I just bought a sweater and a pair of glasses, but it is a good start, I already feel relaxed, almost ecstatic ... a little there is to say that I was not used to having all this free time, but I have all the 'going to enjoy it the best, although I have yet to find the way and shopping, as I said, it's a good start.
Leisure yes, but it weighs on me, I was not even forced labor.
I do not know yet what I'll do ... I did a little modeling for 'some time ago and requests still have to say that I miss them, but that world is not for me and frankly I have enough money in the bank to take all the time in I need and I'm going to get everything I need, without discounts.
not even want to think again about the last twelve months nor regret ... rather remain unemployed for life and I'm going to beg ... I certainly would draw greater satisfaction!
I miss you, not even a hair ... I miss all the others, each one I'm missing something because each of them, the staff, your teammates ... I have given something. You
nothing. Not you gave me nothing. Ah, yes, you gave me your body. Empty.
's been almost three weeks and only looking back I feel tired and angry ... but you, beware. Stroll up and down the library, every time you stop to browse a few back there near the volume of the order in miniskirts, the smile, jokes with her. Jared will never change.
curse me and my passion, damn Stephen King wrote his last for which it has nothing to do here ... and you, The Shining or Kill me because I always read the 'King of thrill' even if you'd like to think the opposite, but is also, I can not be a dam of your ego and do not care to be.
just do not know because I remain petrified. I try to turn around now, before you approach ... now or never, a cat and shot through the threshold from which it came. I must hurry.
Shit, shit. I saw, I saw your sign, stop fussing. You approach with soft step, take your Ray Ban, the usual checkered shirt comes down on the sides ... you do not ever feel cold.
"Hello Miss" hints at a bow, his irony bothers me here, in this situation and I know he does not put me at ease, in fact, quite the contrary.
"Hello Jared" I continue to look around and pretend that the cause of my stupid and he is not pretending that my blushing cheeks is only due to the sun and not nervous which gives me his vision and his impertinence always fresh.
me down, says nothing, has a smile on his face.
"It 's strange to see you here, you did not lover of shopping ..." We never talked about, what do you know me?
hardened his smile, I stiffen.
"Well I do not have slaves who bring me the envelope ... but I also renew my wardrobe every now and then ..."
Ride
taste now ... "I like your spirit ..." he continues, pointing not stop laughing.
No, do you like more than me, a great ass. Now I have to rid yourself of this anxiety and this stone that binds me to my feet and prevent it from moving.
"I'm sorry but I have no time now, it's been a pleasure to see you again ..." I try to take a step but stopped me by the arm ... like that night, her hold is the same cause, and I almost fainted.
"I know what bothers you" everything you know
eh? How the hell do you explain it to me ... one day. But I will not answer to your provocations, not this time. Indeed, not even answer thee, free me from the wall, go down the stair and I set off one of vast libraries.
"bothers you that I know you so well!" He shouts as everyone here turns to look, including a security guy that is parked between the cash and leaving. Leto nice move, you've managed to irritate me seriously. I turn, I try to stay calm as possible but I can not avoid responding now.
"I do not know anything about me ..." almost a whisper from my lips.
People keep looking at us, trying not to show it but each of these want to know how the story ends. I reached
now pulls more decisive step.
"I know what you want ..."
"Stop ..."
"As I knew what I wanted that night ..."
"I told him to stop!" There
failed. There could make me raise my voice, make me lose control. My hands are sweaty and is not to the embarrassment of the situation and is not even the anger.
has managed to make me lose again testa.Ho heartbeat that echoes in my ears ... I must go. Filled with hatred for myself. Do not stop me, please do not do it again.
But do not just put in the time we stop thinking and move his feet that he is already close to me, less than an inch.
"We're going to eat something," puts on his glasses and starts.
know that I'll follow him.
He does it on purpose, deliberately ignores me and looks at me sideways. Sitting in front of him, I did not open his mouth even to eat ... I got a hamburger and yes, I did it on purpose but ... my every attempt is futile, he is indifferent. Every now and then adjusts to a tuft of hair that falls over his forehead and continues to eat his salad. Are you a skeleton Jared ... a beautiful Florentine no? I mean the steak ... But do not you miss the energy. Cast away the thought, I refer only to 'energy on stage. I do not know why I was persuaded to come here with you.
"Do not you eat?" He asks gently removing the crumbs from his lips with a napkin.
"I'm not really hungry ..."
"Then why did you get a hamburger?" I've discovered. What are
stupid now ... I should be accustomed to your 'wit' in mock and contradict me. At least it's a start, now that no longer work for you speak to me and not always are commands. But no matter, we should not make friends mica, a friend like you I do not want it.
puts the pot in which he was eating, put his elbows on the table holding his face in his hands. "So what you want to do?" It looks like a sentence two-way, it seems, at least in this predicament, sweet.
"I do not know ..."
The sun will shine your eyes, you will illuminate the face, here I want to watch ... maybe not ... let me find out why you are capable of changing mood, expression and how any moment and also forces others to do so ... and I will never forgive this not because I do not like to be a puppet in your hands then ... that is, in other circumstances I also liked it, but I just found a bit 'of peace, I will not go back again to fight with myself and with those torments which I had for 12 months. No, do not talk. But look fuck, you're ... you. And you're back to the brink of victory ... I can not tell you anything, I can not even look into your eyes, but you read me the thought ... grab my face, I squeeze a bit 'and pull it up, forcing me to do so to look into your eyes. Now I could die while a shiver runs through the back, from the thirty-first vertebra. It
up, took my hand and it also helps me, almost looks like a knight.
"I'll tell you what to do ... take my car, come to my house and have sex"
And I shall not reply, you know I will not say anything, I'll just follow you like a dog follows his master is a dog ... beaten, it is because you make me so hurt and you know it, but you are selfish ... and it excites me.
his house and ordered to suck, there's the smell of clean but I can not see much, only perceptions are, in fact, now I struggle to focus on anything else other than him and I can not hear anything that his arm is dragging me with a fury I almost hurts, then a door slamming and a bed in front of us.
throws his shirt on the bed, and under a black cotton shirt that I have the pleasure of taking them off ... it's messing my hair, trim them ... it is in these manic moments, or perhaps does so unwittingly, or perhaps he is too busy to pull via the buttons on my shirt ... fuck Jared, I'll go home half naked. I pulled him back to reality with a pinch in the neck while the index finger up and down stroking my arm. A wry smile, charming bastard from the looks on their faces. "Everything That I know we gonna do like Jay ..."
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