A Firebox is a true redhead. Something about the Curtains match the carpet if you get my meaning....
I was at a party.
Bookworm's Party to be exact. I went under duress, not because I didn't want to go, of course I wanted to go to a party. I debated on not going as "the solid", aka "our mutual friend" was going, and he and I haven't been as tight as wanted. What can you do? Sometimes you get too close, and need a breather.
Aside: or he acts like a jackass - whichever you prefer.
But I digress.
The party was full of the usual contenders. The newfie, the gay cowboy ( who isn't very gay at all it seems), random girls who make awkward small talk with me. There is one girl that I just cry inside when I see her. She is so fake and useless, I literally walk away when she is within 5 feet of me, which can be difficult when I am trying not to be obvious about it. Fuck I don't like her.
There were a few missing, the Buddhist and DC in particular. Ah, sweet DC. I know that there is even no point into crushing on you, yet I would love to pack you in a box - and bring you out when it is cold outside - like a knotty old sweater. This guy is totally the guy you want to marry when you are 40, and just don't want to be alone. Cuddlely and abrasive, all at the same second.
Bookworm was his typical touchy self. This guy, seriously. I once had a mild crush since I got the odd vibe from him. Oh and that Damned New Years Kiss. Fuck that guy. Touching me all the time, its like he is doing it so people see him bonding with me. I feel more dirty when he puts his hand on my back, than with some of my sexual conquests. Like that time I woke up in a park in morning... His touch is worse than this.
But the party, and the touching, is all worth it - because I got my wish.
I knew my wish was true when I saw the Fence.
The Fence is this dangerous boy who all the boys know. He can get you anything you want in a matter of days. Only it costs 1/2 as much as it should, and don't even mail in the warranty card. I don't trust him, and try to keep away from him - cuz I know that there is something devastatingly wrong with him.
But I know that he would not come alone to this party. He would come with only one person, the DW.
And sure enough, 20 minutes later, who comes through the hall? DW.
Now, I am tired and quite drunk - so I am not going to go on. I just have a few points to make.
He is hotter.
He gives good hug.
I do not love him.
But fuck* - I missed him.
I can't help it. I love talking to this guy, I love listening to him tell me outlandish things, I like drinking with him.
He claims we are going to go out ...
We shall see about that though, I have learned to wait and see with the Dreamweaver.
It is better for my soul.
* hehhehheh Butt Fuck.
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Oh, I haven't forgotten about my lover. He is still my only lover - but it is safe to say, that he is no DW.
Why is the Fence called that? And I just gotta know, you were drunk on what?
He is called "the Fence" as he steals and sells things that you require. Sometimes purchased with a stolen credit card, perhaps if fell off a truck.
Oh- I was drinking the Crown Royal. Rye/Whiskey and Diet Ginger.
Drink sounds deadly. Come to think of it, so does DW.
The drinks are deadly - but only if you have too many. And I try not to.
DW is not deadly. He is just messy. He is not angry. He would never intentionally hurt a soul.
He has just been given a raw deal over and over. Seriously.
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