Oi, would you look at that...
Well, I didn't say I'd post prose, but here goes anyway. This is more of a romance story I've been working on out of boredom.
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In a quick flash he puts on his dark clothes. Oh, how it would be nice if he remembered to do his disgusting laundry once in awhile. How long has it been? For days I'd assume, but he doesn't exactly have that many clothes either. Because of all this, he simply puts on what smells clean. The least he can do is straighten his fucked up hair...
A honking comes from outdoors. Shit, she is here. She was suppose to meet him at the dreary old park two long blocks from his house. Oh well, suppose she got tired of it. As quickly as he can he slips on some deoderant and dances around in the mist of his spray-on. On the bright side, he would smell nice for awhile. Time to get this car rollin' and see if he can score a smoochie. It has been so long since he has had any form of affection directed towards himself. No longer could he wait and watch other pathetic people make their moves and get some love from another. Oh, how he missed the feeling of it all. Come to think of it, when it actually did happen he didn't think of it as much. Now he was left wishing on a shooting star just for a simple hug.
He tapped loudly on the window to make her jump in discomfort. It was always fun to play with people and gave him a sense of proudness. Of course, that is odd, but who on earth would know what he was really thinking? He opened the door and the blaring of loud screamo music filled his ears. This was the way it was meant to be. There was no need to talk as long as they both knew they wanted eachother. He wondered to himself, did she want him right now? Was she desiring a kiss? Too bad he was too much of a pansy to do it himself.
Her eyes were a wonderful shade of green. Nothing could stop his stalkerish gaze from those. He knew he was falling even more in love with her every passing day, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. Not again would he feel the affliction and discomfort of being showed absolutely no affection unless she wanted something. No, he promised himself he wouldn't think of her ever again. She was out of sight, out of mind, and fucking hopefully out of his life. Though, she had filled a much needed gap. No! Stop, he told himself. He had to control himself so he could manage a hug from this gorgeous girl; she was apparently in angel in his world of built on deception.
Finally, they arrived a suitable location for it all to take place. Her house wasn't exactly comforting, but it was the only thing he could think that would be perfect for this moment. Slamming the door closed behind him, he stood up and flicked his cigarette towards the dying grass; all the while he promised himself he wouldn't lie, not tonight.
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In a quick flash he puts on his dark clothes. Oh, how it would be nice if he remembered to do his disgusting laundry once in awhile. How long has it been? For days I'd assume, but he doesn't exactly have that many clothes either. Because of all this, he simply puts on what smells clean. The least he can do is straighten his fucked up hair...
A honking comes from outdoors. Shit, she is here. She was suppose to meet him at the dreary old park two long blocks from his house. Oh well, suppose she got tired of it. As quickly as he can he slips on some deoderant and dances around in the mist of his spray-on. On the bright side, he would smell nice for awhile. Time to get this car rollin' and see if he can score a smoochie. It has been so long since he has had any form of affection directed towards himself. No longer could he wait and watch other pathetic people make their moves and get some love from another. Oh, how he missed the feeling of it all. Come to think of it, when it actually did happen he didn't think of it as much. Now he was left wishing on a shooting star just for a simple hug.
He tapped loudly on the window to make her jump in discomfort. It was always fun to play with people and gave him a sense of proudness. Of course, that is odd, but who on earth would know what he was really thinking? He opened the door and the blaring of loud screamo music filled his ears. This was the way it was meant to be. There was no need to talk as long as they both knew they wanted eachother. He wondered to himself, did she want him right now? Was she desiring a kiss? Too bad he was too much of a pansy to do it himself.
Her eyes were a wonderful shade of green. Nothing could stop his stalkerish gaze from those. He knew he was falling even more in love with her every passing day, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. Not again would he feel the affliction and discomfort of being showed absolutely no affection unless she wanted something. No, he promised himself he wouldn't think of her ever again. She was out of sight, out of mind, and fucking hopefully out of his life. Though, she had filled a much needed gap. No! Stop, he told himself. He had to control himself so he could manage a hug from this gorgeous girl; she was apparently in angel in his world of built on deception.
Finally, they arrived a suitable location for it all to take place. Her house wasn't exactly comforting, but it was the only thing he could think that would be perfect for this moment. Slamming the door closed behind him, he stood up and flicked his cigarette towards the dying grass; all the while he promised himself he wouldn't lie, not tonight.