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Cinnamonrolli -> Jeremy (7/3/2011 3:32:22 PM)
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He loved her.
The thought of her would make him still, silent in thought of what they could become, so much happiness ahead for them, if only....
Jeremy knew she was older, but didn't mind. Captivated by her apperance, Jeremy would stay lieing awake at night trying to draw out her face, getting her lips and eyes just right...perfecting it so he wouldn't forget her beauty.
What is love? Jeremy thought. He looked at his sketchs of the girl on his wall, letters hed never send to her, gift ideas never put into motion. What is stopping me? He thought.
A marble rolled from underneath his bedroom door. This was so peculier and strange. He was home alone.
"Ah, don't think anything of it, I'll only go nuts. It's nothing but my imagination... nobodys here but me." He assured himself.
Nobody, was somebody. And she was there for him. But only to provoke madness, insanity, tourment, to drive him beyond no return...
She wanted him.
More than he could ever want her.
"Jeremy....." a soft lingering voice came from the other side of the door.
He sat up quickly, hands clentched, almost paralized by the voice, the silecne was broken, and his heart raced.
"A ghost." He mumbled, not moving a muscle.
"Oh Jeremy, must you make me wait out here? Please open your door and let me in." That soft voice, begged so polietly.
The handle slowly twisted upwards, and a lovely lady appeard standing half naked before him.
"Oh good lord, what are you doing here? I don't want to continue this anymore. How many times do I have to tell you that I've moved on?" he said.
She eyed the sketches of a girl she once knew as a friend. "Why don't you put thoes silly thoughts of miss money bags aside and fixate on something tangeable? Don't you see Jeremy?"
She just smiled, her face was cute...but her eyes were glossy and just stared...fixated without blinking.
"I want you to dote on me, be mine. At least for tonight. Oh...wont you agree it would be so nice?"
Larissa puckered her lips outward, all most like a kiss but just a poor attempt at poutting. She then hid her eyes, looking down at the floor. She was so desperate. Her eyes surely would be the deal breaker. She walked over to a chair and hid her half naked body. Feeling the cold surface, sent shivers up her spine. Excited, anxious, little shivers. She was some what of a silly girl for making such a bold entrance with the obvious presence of denial looming over her.
Jeremy sighed.
"Come here, sweetie, come lay down. Lets talk." he said.
Larissa, sitting on the chair stared at all the tiny momentos of a girl she could never be. A dainty beautiful girl, so pretty, so untouchable, so completely virgin to everything.... Larissa's face burned hot red with envey, hate, and embarrasment.
"You'll never have her. I was the closest thing to love...a blind bat could have seen that. Find some dream girl that could actually become a reality...though your luck with women has confirmed to me that it's your time to check out a dating website."
Larissa stomped her foot down, demanding complete attention from Jeremeys ever wandering mind. "You look at me when spoken to." She paused abruptily. Her hard frown soon melted into a soft, serene face. She'd done it. She had broke her charm and there was no way back stepping from this point now. She flung her arms into the air, as she stomped out of his room, down his hall, now in the front yard yelling, just shouting "Row, row, row your boat, gentley down the stream." As bazzare as it looked, there was no question about her behavior. She was pregnant.
Pregnant women do that sort of thing, right? Jeremy pondered.
Anyways, he had to do the expected...
"Wait! Come back! Can't we talk things over? Don't leave so upset, its not healthy! Come on, we're friends right?" He said, chasing after her. But it was too late, she had gone.
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