Office Hours Thursday Afternoon
Haven't had office hours for awhile.
It feels weird, actually, the door open, sun coming in the window.
Knock at the door.
"Hello?"
It feels weird, actually, the door open, sun coming in the window.
Knock at the door.
"Hello?"
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Thank God. I feel claustrophobic in this fucking office, even with the window open. And I need a smoke (Ordinary, not grass. Sigh).
Orlando might be there. God I hope he is. I need a hug. A really big Orlando scented hug.
As we leave the door I dig in my left pocket, just the fags in there. No drugs except the legal type. I pull one out and raise it to my lips- Orli's not gonna like this, but God I need something.
"Uh, mind if I..? It's not grass. Just the ordinary..."
"No...that's fine..."
"Cheers"
Where did my lighter go? I frown a little as I pat my pockets. Aha, there it is. The knee pocket of my jeans- why the hell did I put it there? I was high at the time...Maybe I just found it amusing?
Heh. Who knows.
I light up and inhale deeply. Fuck I needed that. Closing my eyes and then exhaling for a long, glorious moment.
"Ok...cafeteria then..."
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Close the door, consider locking it, but no, there's nothing in there that's really dangerous. Then get a sudden chill, and decide to lock inner and outer doors.
"Not for my benefit?" Asks Charlie.
"No, I never do. Just, oh, got the creeps and want to lock it, is all."
"'k, then."
We talk about nothings on the way to the cafe, the sun welcome on my hair and back, air fresh and flower-scented.
"Do you have to go alone, to home?" I ask again. "That, I don't know, it worries me..."
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I smile a little as we enter the cafeteria and there he is like always.
"Speak of the devil..." I murmur, exhaling again. Sorry Orli, need something, NEED- something.
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"Hey there beautiful!" I whisper and hold him close to me, bbtoh arms loosely baout his neck, fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck absentmindedly and looking him in the eyes.
"Hey Liv!" I say glowing and she smiles at me and squeezes my arm a moment.
"Hey you."
I bite my lip again as i look back at him.
"Do i get a kiss?"
He chuckles softly and catches my lips in a lasting kiss- the sort that you just have to close your eyes for...Until that slight frown etches across my forehead as he pulls away and even before ive opened my eyes i whisper "You been smoking?"
Eyes open on yours. You can't lie to me...But i can't be mad at you and i smile a little- just a little.
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Smiling back a little.
"You don't have to kiss me if it's that disgusting for you...thought I'd sneak one before you realised, to keep me going" I chuckle a little. I mean it- you don't have to. It's fine. I understand. And I have mints- many minty mints. I fiddle with the cigarette between my fingers for a bit. It's good to have something to do with my hands when they're not on you. That sounded wrong. Hah, it was so meant to. I smile again.
You look particularly gorgeous this morning. And I say so quietly, still waiting for your answer to the kiss question.
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