tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42357841983366064612024-02-18T19:51:40.631-06:00skins fan fictionHollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-23228137978588182232011-05-17T13:30:00.000-05:002011-05-17T13:30:42.237-05:00its a right small world"Sid? Is it really you?" Tony couldn't make out the cell number, but somehow Sid had found him and his voice sounded so faint.<br />
<br />
"You know, I found Maxxie, right?" Well, of course, Sid didn't. He had to fill him in. Robby wasn't home yet so he had to make it quick. "Its just Max is stuck with this little man, Darby. Now." He listened to Sid go on about Cassie, how she was in a drug induced coma at the moment. "NO..I didn't meant dwarf or midget. He's short, you know. Shit, a fucking short punk that thinks he can act, that's all." How in the world could he get his mate to shut up about an old lover, thought Tony.<br />
<br />
Tony winced hard. Sid fucked Cassie, hadn't he? Maybe he didn't. Just didn't see what all this talk was about.<br />
<br />
"Don't you want to know about me?" Tony asked. There went Sid again about being in New York, being some script writer's assistant on a soap opera. "I'm seeing this Robby now." No, he hadn't seen Michelle, in ages. Didn't rightly care what became of her, actually. But he wouldn't tell Sid this. He might take a hankering for her again, and well, Tony couldn't have that. After all, it was Maxxie he still cared about. It was just hard to get the mate alone.<br />
<br />
"Seriously, hasn't that Cassie put you through enough?" Tony shouted in to the phone. Just then, Robby popped in with his crisps and some ale for later.<br />
<br />
"What about Cassie?" Robby asked, all concerned.<br />
<br />
"You don't know her," Tony scowled as he told Robby it was an old mate of his from school was on the cell.<br />
<br />
"Maybe I do." Robby pressed. "I have cousin. She's in New York, in the fashion world."<br />
<br />
Tony just stared at Robby. Really, that did sound like the Cassie he knew. "She over dose much?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, rehab is practically her middle name." Robby shrugged. Tony sighed and handed over his cell, so Robby could asked Sid a few questions.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-19045177061712681592011-03-05T09:59:00.000-06:002011-03-05T09:59:24.461-06:00what to doNaomi set there bewildered listening to the doctor. This was much worse than anyone imagined about Cassie.<br />
<br />
"No, It couldn't be brain damage, tell me its not!" She didn't know what to do. It was freaking mad to think of the consequences.<br />
<br />
She had papers to jot down, all of Cassie's kin. Really, she knew none of them. She hadn't a clue how to contact anyone. She strolled through Cassie's contacts on her cell. This Sid number kept coming back. Who in the fuck was he?<br />
<br />
Finally Naomi gave him a call. It felt the right thing to do and really, she felt so totally numb at the moment, it might have been an accident that she called him.<br />
<br />
"Hullo." Someone said after the third ring.<br />
<br />
"Is this Sid?" She said ever so nervously.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, Cass, are you not right in your mind? I've been sending you messages forever, it seems." The bloke was Brit, but it was hard for Naomi to decide if she were calling overseas or here.<br />
<br />
"I'm not Cassie." Naomi said very slowly. "This is a friend of hers, I'm her roomie in New York City." She told him.<br />
<br />
"New York?" Sid sounded hurt. "Well, I'm in bloody New York too."<br />
<br />
Naomi smiled out of relief that there was someone out there who could help her with Cassie. Honestly, she didn't know if she were going or coming with this Cassie situation. "She's been in an accident."Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-90222485729360235682011-02-13T14:24:00.000-06:002011-02-13T14:24:00.099-06:00where the rainbows end"You really wouldn't choose her, over me? Now would you?" Draco was his sullen self.<br />
<br />
But it was true, Freddie didn't believe he was completely dark. As it was, they'd spent some time together. It was just..he did have a bird. Unfortunately, couldn't exactly remember her name. Nor recall her face.<br />
<br />
No, she wasn't Effy. Someone, who looked an awful lot like her? He squinted hard, trying to place her now as he was sharing a joint with Draco. Not that, they had to be enticed with drugs to get it on. Frankly, he was about to say he could give up the drug for Draco. But then again, Freddie believed Draco was raised on this stuff. Probably given to him as a baby. Really, Freddie's brain was a right fried, at the moment. His memory just faded.<br />
<br />
"NO." Freddie looked at Draco as if that would never happen.<br />
<br />
"Then come on, love." Draco pulled him up from the underground place they were, once they were done with the fattie. It was time to see sunshine up above. It was a new day.<br />
<br />
Freddie squeezed his eyes tight when the rays of light hit him.<br />
<br />
"What are we doing?" He was freakishly cold.<br />
<br />
"Lets see where the day takes us." Draco grinned ans shook his dark curls in the blaze of warmth. He looked at Freddie.<br />
<br />
"What? Do you have in mind? Knocking off a shop?" Freddie wouldn't put it past him. Draco was eager to go as he pulled Freddie along.<br />
<br />
"Don't you know it, but I really need some crisps. Food, you know." He told Freddie to stay put in the park while he made a mad dash.<br />
<br />
Freddie just sighed. He sat on the bench trying to warm himself while Draco was gone. It wasn't long that Draco was back with armful of snacks.<br />
<br />
"What have you done?" Freddie asked as Draco handed off several of the foiled packs to him.<br />
<br />
"Do you have to ask?" They were on the run, soon enough. Draco found them a place to squat. This time an old building on the top floor.<br />
<br />
Really, it had a quaint vintage look to it. Honestly, though, Freddie just wasn't sure he was suited for this sort of life on the lam with Draco. Didn't he ever get tired of it?Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-10541576040036722472011-02-10T13:37:00.000-06:002011-02-10T13:37:44.237-06:00more time nowEmily was devastated. No Naomi to talk to.<br />
<br />
"Then call her back. The number is right there." JJ's brow furrowed.<br />
<br />
"She doesn't want to talk to me." It was plain and simple. They'd grown a part. Completely.<br />
<br />
She handed him back the phone.<br />
<br />
"Damnit, Em, you need to talk." He shoved the phone back. She hesitated, but did as he'd commanded. Except, it was just her voice to leave a message.<br />
<br />
"Naomi, you OK? Its me, Emily. I-I I've been worried about you. I hope, you love New York." Emily closed her eyes. She clicked off. She couldn't say anything more.<br />
<br />
"It OK, babe." JJ cuddled Emily. "If she still loves, she'll call. Just might not be today."<br />
<br />
Emily bit her bottom lip. He laid his hand, just so on her belly. He kissed her ever so warm. He was more than just a good friend. She had to admit that now. It was true.<br />
<br />
Naomi, was all of a figment of her imagination now. But she could think of her, if she guided JJ's hand ever so carefully. He'd know what do. He'd remember.<br />
<br />
She kissed him more. It wouldn't take long. Usually, his pinkie could do the trick.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-52731302950254466162011-02-06T10:12:00.001-06:002011-02-10T13:29:53.659-06:00where do the bad girls go"Cass! Cassie!" Naomi shook Cassie's limp body on the bathroom floor of their very tiny flat. <br />
<br />
It couldn't be. It couldn't. Naomi didn't think Cassie was taking anything seriously sick. She seemed happy these last few weeks. They went to work. Hit the clubs. It was bliss. As Naomi blinked she wasn't so sure of the bliss.<br />
<br />
So far away from home. New York City. God, she wished she was anywhere but here. She dialed 911. It wasn't long til the meds took Cassie away. They were working on her steadily. Just need her stomach pumped.<br />
<br />
With her smeared mascara, Naomi was on her way in the van with them. They wouldn't let her smoke, and she really needed one right now.<br />
<br />
It was there outside the emergency in the rain or was it snow, that Naomi called Cook. She was the closest to him, at the moment, back home.<br />
<br />
"Hullo." He sounded dead asleep, maybe drunk.<br />
<br />
"Cookie, is that you?" She shouted as she puffed on her wet cigarette<br />
<br />
"Uh."<br />
<br />
"JJ!" Maybe it was him with Cook's mobile. She thought she dialed right.<br />
<br />
"Me? Is that you." The voice was shakey.<br />
<br />
"Yeah? Who's this?" She found herself walking in circles. She felt miserable and sad. She just needed someone from home. Cassie hardly knew the real her. Or maybe she did know what she wanted, all along. It was just confusing. Were they only lovers? And never friends?<br />
<br />
"JJ."<br />
<br />
"Well, where the fuck is Cook?" She winced. Maybe it was just as well that she didn't get him.<br />
<br />
"Dunno. Fucked somewhere, I guess." JJ sort of laughed.<br />
<br />
"Is this his mobile?" Nothing had really changed, Naomi thought. JJ still had to look after Cook when she knew Cook thought he was looking after him.<br />
<br />
'Is it?"<br />
<br />
"What are you doing?" Naomi thought JJ was no help.<br />
<br />
"Sleeping." He sighed. "You want to talk to Em?"<br />
<br />
Naomi thought she might choke on her cigarette then. Her goosebumps were sending her to a new frigid cold.<br />
<br />
"Emily? She's with you?" Naomi asked the burning question. Her red eyes rimmed with tears.<br />
<br />
"Yeah."<br />
<br />
Naomi clicked off quickly. She needed to see to Cassie. She had no time to talk to Emily.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-82634534928675703182011-01-27T13:46:00.000-06:002011-01-27T13:46:50.036-06:00unlocking the feeling"Why so glum?" Darby's question hung in the air for some time before Maxxie could speak up.<br />
<br />
Tony and Robby were long gone now. They'd said their goodbyes at the pub, some time ago. Now Maxxie and Darby were walking alone in the dark misty night.<br />
<br />
"You know, I'm sure you have chums you wished you'd known better." Max kept his hands deep in his pockets of his parka.<br />
<br />
"No, not really." Darby was even lipped. He walked next to Maxxie.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, you have that fan club of yours to worry about. Its amazing I slipped you away from them for an hour or two." Maxxie smiled at Darby.<br />
<br />
"Its unconditional, you know." Darby shrugged. "Can't help it, if I give them screams."<br />
<br />
"You're a real Justin Bieber, you know." Max told him.<br />
<br />
"Shut it, that's so not true, mate." Darby shook his head, no.<br />
<br />
"You know its true. Its been that way since you got the lead in High School Musical." Maxxie was serious as they walked on into the night.<br />
<br />
"Not like I have deals pouring in or anything, now is it? My time is ticking away." Darby made it sound the shows would be the death of him. There was only a small window of time that he could play a teen. "I'm twenty-two, you know." He'd grown up on stage playing a kid part in the SOUND OF MUSIC. " That's why I keep writing scripts so. I play in a band for fun."<br />
<br />
"But you're always working." Maxxie sounded sad about it. He thought Darby was out with a bird every night.<br />
<br />
"I can't help myself. If you can't be your biggest fan, who will, right?" Darby looked up at him.<br />
<br />
Max couldn't explain it. but it felt like the right thing to do. He leaned in. Just a test perhaps. He wasn't sure what to expect.<br />
<br />
When their lips me, it was divine. There wasn't a thought in his head of either, Rob nor Tony. Yeah, he had to find a way to not be a part of their triangle, and Darby just might be the key.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-52788808454014499992011-01-23T10:45:00.000-06:002011-01-23T10:45:29.642-06:00if onlyTony was for a loss of words. He just didn't know what to say to Maxxie now. He should have known it would have been different. How could they possibly know what to say to each other after all this time. And now he had this Darby to contend with.<br />
<br />
"Well, some..time, we should just get together, the two of us." Tony tried not to act too serious about it, there at the pub among the theater goers. It was quite crowded. All he really wanted was to get Maxxie alone. "You know, play catch up on all the old times."<br />
<br />
"Yes, that would be lovely." Maxxie glared at him as if he could read him like a book, but was he. Did Max really know what Tony wanted. Not this. Not something so common. He wanted it to be special.<br />
<br />
"You been with the Darby fellow long?" Tony leaned there at the bar studying Maxxie's sweet face and what might be beneath those clothes of his. Really, he didn't dress that well. Never had to Tony's pleasing. He doubted if the poor bloke had a suit. Possibly not even a descent jacket. What he'd give to take him shopping. That is if he had the funds, which he didn't. He was just a poor student at a University. Max avoided the question, entirely. Perhaps it was as fake as Tony had hoped.<br />
<br />
"I hear Effy's in a coma." Maxxie looked concerned.<br />
<br />
"Same old shit. She'll be the death of me. The fixes she chooses to be in." Tony just shrugged taking a sip of his scotch and soda.<br />
<br />
"I was hoping she'd changed." Maxxie told him. His fingers slid down the perspiration of the icy ale. Tony just stared at what he was doing. His cock was getting harder by the second. He just wasn't sure how long this could go on. If only he could leave this fucking pub with Max, it would make all the difference. If only.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-29468869736172944982011-01-05T02:10:00.003-06:002011-01-05T02:10:00.519-06:00getting in the gameWhat the fuck was this?<br />
<br />
Robby hoped he wasn't grimacing to much about the situation. Max, bringing a date. How could he?<br />
<br />
They were suppose to be sharing Max by now. A threesome. Yes, it was sweet on the tip of Robby's tongue. But he couldn't say it. Possibly never. Where did Maxxie think this was going?<br />
<br />
In Robby's dream, they'd all go back to Max's, half drunk and fuck. A lot. Maybe he'd take some pictures. God, how he adored Maxxie's ass. It was completely a figment of his imagination now. What was Max getting at, all lovey dovey with this acting buddy of his. It was just dreadful.<br />
<br />
That sassy little bitch with him. He was a bit obnoxious, or so Rob thought. But damn, if Maxxie wasn't eating it up. Like Darby was a star on the show and off, as well.<br />
<br />
The tension grew, Robby drank more juice to chase down with vodka. It was a gigantic disappointment. Everyone should have had their clothes off by now, having a lovely fucking time, but NO. Here they were in a crowded bar. Max chatting it up about old times. Such crap.<br />
<br />
"Well, what about now?" Darby jumped on it before Robby had a chance.<br />
<br />
"All right, what is your fuck'n game?" Robby finally had a chance to speak with him as he grabbed him by the hoodie and shoved into the fruit machine.<br />
<br />
"How dare you?" Darby snarled as if he had a mind to kick Robby's balls. "He's my boyfriend."<br />
<br />
"I hardly doubt that." He knew a cover up when he saw one.<br />
<br />
Naturally, Darby fluttered those boyish eyelashes of his as if he'd give him a shoving match if he didn't stop with the stupid questions.<br />
<br />
"Max paying you?" Robby got closer.<br />
<br />
"NO." He said, hugging himself tight. But his frown swelled hard. "I fancy him. He fancies me."<br />
<br />
"Then who is doing who?" Robby pressed.<br />
<br />
Darby looked at him as if he didn't know what he meant.<br />
<br />
"You faking fuckwad!" Robby could eat him right here, but he knew he still had to be Tony's boyfriend.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-29033655100524929292011-01-02T13:46:00.028-06:002011-01-02T13:46:00.521-06:00one night only<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNl46JELndv0n4WxPirn0o3hsNaBOxY_04crs1W0Qbr4FL5ZSA5co2Y0pOfBcVrQimxgPLUqGZj5LAIRPF8onlohk2I72BE9CbgmA5ntqYIM6i0PCRPhfutgLkcl6GXTyVfhTy7N47tjA/s1600/pinktimeasa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNl46JELndv0n4WxPirn0o3hsNaBOxY_04crs1W0Qbr4FL5ZSA5co2Y0pOfBcVrQimxgPLUqGZj5LAIRPF8onlohk2I72BE9CbgmA5ntqYIM6i0PCRPhfutgLkcl6GXTyVfhTy7N47tjA/s640/pinktimeasa.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><br />
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"It wouldn't be the end of the world, now would it?" Maxxie kept his eye on Darby. "Just this one little thing. That's all I'm asking." The corner of his lip twitched. Really, it was a lot to ask. He really doubted Darby was even gay, but he could play any part, now couldn't he? Max had to put this thing with Robby behind him. Shun him even. What ever it took. He didn't know he'd been messing around with Tony's boyfriend. It really made him sick. And even if Darby was practically his same age, well, he felt as if Darby was quite young so innocent. Maybe it was his height. Even so, Darby always made his mark. He could be funny. So serious and now that look he was giving Max, he was afraid they might never act again. Together.<br />
<br />
"Fine." He swelled a frown. "Didn't know you had, mates."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, one or two." He never saw his old school mates. That was history now.<br />
<br />
"What is it I have to do?" Darby's festered a wince.<br />
<br />
"You know, say you love me. Sweet things like that." Maxxie nodded.<br />
<br />
Darby nursed his bottom lip.<br />
<br />
"I have to say <i>LOVE</i>?" He scowled then as if that would be just too much.<br />
<br />
"Jesus, just a one time thing." Maxxie felt like he might get nasty now as they were leaving the show. Well, he looked the part. Darby in that pink hoodie.<br />
<br />
"One time only." Darby looked him in the eye. "You sure, about this?"<br />
<br />
"Yes." Maxxie tensed. It had to be this way or else. "We'll go out for coffee."<br />
<br />
Next thing, it turned into going around the corner to the pub. Maxxie licked his dry lips and put his arm around his petite mate. Really, Darby was more of a girl than he even knew, but Maxxie would certainly not let on about it.<br />
<br />
"What if I drink too much?" Darby wasn't certain he could keep in character.<br />
<br />
"It might do you some good." Maxxie grinned. Darby was a bitch when it came to running lines and people making it on time. Really, he hadn't any time for socializing.<br />
<br />
"Yeah. All right." Darby cracked a smile. Maxxie couldn't help but chuckle. If there was anyone going to mess this late night date up, it would probably be Max.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-69487134095262254152010-12-31T13:43:00.000-06:002010-12-31T13:43:39.900-06:00before its too lateTony was torn. Completely. Honestly, why hadn't he come along to see Maxxie himself at the theater. Instead, Robby was right there, holding his hand as if this would be something the two of them would do.<br />
<br />
Such memories. Did Maxxie remember? Did he want to? He doubted it. Max was very much in his element on stage. Probably had a thing going with that hairy Harry Potter on stage. Some cute Jewish boy, no doubt. Oh, the envy. It just shocked him that it would consume him so. He gritted hard, through the whole show while Robby was being his silly jovial self. What ever did he see in him? Really?<br />
<br />
Oh, in his heart, he knew he still loved Maxxie. But he had this life. A life with Robbie that he could not turn away from. Really, Robby adored him. It was beautiful. Now wasn't it? He had to keep telling himself this. Over and Over.<br />
<br />
But he was waiting for a sign. Something to tell him that Maxxie still wanted him. Had he ever wanted him? That was the question. Always there. Nothing said. Just Maxxie's smile. God, it was irritating. Well, maybe he didn't deserve him. Just maybe he didn't.<br />
<br />
Still he needed to know. They were meeting up with Max, after the show. Have some coffee are some such shit. Robby clung to him. He had not lost him yet. Would he ever lose him?<br />
<br />
A shiver ran through Tony.<br />
<br />
He needed to lose Robby quick. Before it was too late.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-11546036825431592022010-12-22T01:06:00.015-06:002010-12-22T01:06:00.272-06:00just a little bit"Don't look at me, like that?" Robby was just a little annoyed with Tony. "Where's your Christmas spirit?"<br />
<br />
True, they were in Effy's hospital room. He'd decorated. Put little bulbs of light all about her bed as if it might be some sort of shrine for the sleeping beauty.<br />
<br />
"We never had much fun in Haiti. It was always work work work, with my parents, you know." Robby really didn't want to explain himself. Couldn't he have a little fun during the holidays. As it was, he felt he was the only one giving back in that family of Tony's. Talk about self-righteous ass holes. His mother drunk on wine. His Dad all angry and a workaholic.<br />
<br />
He wouldn't have wished these parents on anyone. He reached for Tony's cheek then. He supposed if anyone was going to do the holidays properly..it would have to be him. Yet, a bit of him yearned for Maxxie too. Although, he'd be in some A very Harry Potter Christmas musical playing Draco, of all people.<br />
<br />
Tony kissed him back slowly. Robby could tell his mind was elsewhere. Maybe Tony was afraid Effy would wake up and see them Frenching, right there at the bottom of her feet in that very dark and cold hospital room of hers.<br />
<br />
Robby then sighed with a smile. Oh, he had an idea where they should be spending Christmas Eve. At the theater, naturally. Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-38794544521967358772010-12-20T01:43:00.024-06:002010-12-20T01:43:00.263-06:00don't tell"Did you hear the news?" Emily was quite happy to know that Pandora's baby had finally arrived.<br />
<br />
She rested her chin on JJ's chest. He was half asleep in bed. She'd just gotten off her cell with Logan.<br />
<br />
"What news?" JJ could barely lift up himself on his elbows. He hadn't exactly been on his meds lately. But they got in a lot of fucking. He was kind of a lazy bum, as of late.<br />
<br />
"The baby. Cook's baby girl." She grinned as if it was something like Christmas come early.<br />
<br />
"I guess he still doesn't know." JJ said a bit dull.<br />
<br />
"Not really. What should it matter? He wouldn't raise it, anyway." Emily still grinned as she kissed him playfully and got under the overs with him.<br />
<br />
"But its his sperm." JJ was all sad, though.<br />
<br />
"Jesus, he hasn't a clue what to do with his own life. Don't say anything. He'll be ass if he knows. We'll have to celebrate. It'll be disgusting, as usual." Emily pressed herself against him. It wasn't long until he caught on..what she wanted. His cock. So warm in her mouth, but before she let him cum..she was on top.<br />
<br />
JJ's eyes lit. Did she want something from him? Really want some thing? He closed his eyes, felt her nails tearing into his chest. His heart beat pulsed so vibrantly. He tucked his pinkie into the edge of her clit. He knew what she liked. It was swell they knew each other so well.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-23945360495365670352010-12-15T01:22:00.038-06:002010-12-15T01:22:00.746-06:00a little burdenPandora wasn't at all cheery when she found out who was the door. It was Cook.<br />
<br />
"Don't open it." She looked at Logan as if she could not go through with this.<br />
<br />
"Why not?" He'd been here in her home the last few weeks. They'd made them a nest a good as any family would want. Her mum had been so endearing and loving. It was a pleasant time. Until now.<br />
<br />
"I don't want him a part of our future." She shook her head as her pigtails shimmed.<br />
<br />
"Christ, he has to know." Logan winced as if the truth would win, no matter what. He let Cook in.<br />
<br />
"Who the fuck, are you?" He was a devil as he pressed in to the foyer as if this place was just as well his.<br />
<br />
"Logan." Pandora's bloke barely let known. She should have told him how awful it would be, having Cook in their home.<br />
<br />
"You have anything to eat, babe?" Cook gave Pandora a quick kiss on the check and felt up her full melon tits. He took a look at that huge round tummy of her. "My God, is that a bun in the oven? Now is it?" He gave her a nasty look, of course.<br />
<br />
Pandora only sighed as he walked passed and looked in the fridge for something to nibble on.<br />
<br />
Pandora shook her head, as for Logan not to tell. He just gave her a glare.<br />
<br />
"Why of course it is. I-I planted it, there." Logan simply explained.<br />
<br />
"You're seed?" Cook had a giggled. "Who would have thunk it? Stupid Pandora with a real brain would get knocked up." Cook bit into an apple then. "This your way of keeping out of that prestigious uni of yours?"<br />
<br />
"Yes." Pandora was getting woozey. She took a seat on the sofa then and Logan set next to her as if it were his duty.<br />
<br />
"You all right?" Logan's fingers intertwined with hers as they held hands.<br />
<br />
"I guess." She squinted hard. No, it was pain. A labor pain that swallowed her whole. She was about to crumble. "Make him leave, will you? Please." Pandora begged. She felt a rush of sickness coming over her.<br />
<br />
Logan got up then and asked Cook what he was looking for? He'd found a steak in the meat keeper and was heating the stove up to sizzle the fat slice of red meat.<br />
<br />
"I think you best be going?" She heard Logan's words.<br />
<br />
"What? Aye, I'm famished, you fuckwad! Can't you see!" He was smoking up the kitchen good.<br />
<br />
Pandora felt herself gasp as she began to unravel. It was a fierce pain that was going nowhere. Almost orgasmic. Maybe. No. It was harsh. She gritted hard as she struggled to get up. But her knees were wobbly and she was very weak.<br />
<br />
Then and thunder of water washed through her and landed on her feet and the dark hard wood floor. She was drenched in the warm liquid.<br />
<br />
"ITS THE BABY!" She screamed.<br />
<br />
Of course, it was Logan who rushed in, to help her.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-14163914660668836942010-12-11T02:55:00.021-06:002010-12-11T02:55:00.137-06:00every little wish"Do you think we're too much alike?" Robby was all mellow as he nursed his lager there at a booth in the pub. He sat close to Tony as if they were into each other, but Tony wasn't so sure. Possibly just an act to keep the birds away or some dysfunctional asshole.<br />
<br />
"What?" Tony winced hard and he grabbed a couple of more crisp to smash into his mouth. At least they didn't have to talk so then.<br />
<br />
"The other day," Robby looked a bit timid as his shoulder touched Tony's. Although, they might have been in sweaters, still Robby's body radiated this comfort that Tony could not ignore. "I swear this old cow, thought I was your cousin."<br />
<br />
"So." Tony looked at him wide eyed. There was a wobble to him as if Robby shouldn't press on such an obscure issue.<br />
<br />
"But its nasty to think that way. Me. A cousin." Robby scowled. Finally he took another sip as if to put that lager out of its misery.<br />
<br />
"Who cares what some old cow might think? Really?" Tony squinted hard.<br />
<br />
"Right." Robby's voice was dull. His frown was small.<br />
<br />
Tony rolled his eyes and looked away, but then looked back at Robby. "What do you want me to do about it? Fuck off?"<br />
<br />
Really, this wasn't exactly a match made in heaven, was it? Tony didn't need this. Especially, from someone who was his mate and lover.<br />
<br />
Robby took his hand.<br />
<br />
"You don't get it, do you." He whispered in Tony's ear then. Robby's other hand slipped under Tony's shirt. When his finger touched Tony's nipple, it grew hard. "Maybe I want someone almost me." His grin was quick and he slightly bit Tony's tongue when they Frenched. Tony kissed him back harder. Had he not paid him enough attention? Well, he guessed they had a lot of making up to do.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-18263587088615745392010-12-08T01:39:00.000-06:002010-12-08T01:39:00.971-06:00looking for the light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB1q0rq0_dtQjA7zAUMRuP8Sze0xvDuBgMvlIBeJq_bIpiQfZmCA1D22cOTu-hmV4M8KuzErfRCCiPK7jrOAQQPeQs8ToPBQlO64pEP0ZzjPLEvA_yl_7iAyyY3Cuas9qbKJrDz-b1OPl/s1600/thesenses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB1q0rq0_dtQjA7zAUMRuP8Sze0xvDuBgMvlIBeJq_bIpiQfZmCA1D22cOTu-hmV4M8KuzErfRCCiPK7jrOAQQPeQs8ToPBQlO64pEP0ZzjPLEvA_yl_7iAyyY3Cuas9qbKJrDz-b1OPl/s400/thesenses.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Draco knew he shouldn't be here. But what the hell, where else was he going to go? It was his village too. Just he tried to run away from it. He thought the best of it was in the city. Only it wasn't. And they were looking for him. Why not hide out in her old great Aunt's house then. It wasn't that she'd know he was in the basement. She never went there.<br />
<br />
As luck would have it, he'd finished up the wine and was feeling lucky now. He'd hit the street. See if anything came back to him. After all his brother hated him. He would not be helpful at the moment. He'd filled his bird up with prescription drugs. And now, she might never be the same.<br />
<br />
OK, he was a little ashamed. It wasn't that he was trying to get back at his sibling. Exactly. It just worked out that way. He didn't really believe much in faith or fate, but damn it, there on the street outside the old pub was that bloke who had been there when it all went down. He winced hard and sucked on his cigarette a little harder. It was beginning to snow and he was a might under-dressed for such an occasion.<br />
<br />
"Well, well..." Draco gave him a grin. "You, Jamie, by chance."<br />
<br />
The dark brooding bloke shook his head, no.<br />
<br />
Draco offered him a cigarette.<br />
<br />
"I dunno why, you look a Jamie to me." Draco let a grin slip as he lit his cigarette.<br />
<br />
"It Freddie." The lean lanky sort hesistated.<br />
<br />
"Fred? Is it really?" Draco slightly mocked.<br />
<br />
"Afraid so." Freddie sighed as he warmed up to the cigarette. Still there was a shiver about him. Draco liked that about him.<br />
<br />
"You cold?" Draco rocked slightly his thick black boots. Boots he kicked bad people with when they wanted his hide.<br />
<br />
"I'm fine." Freddie swelled a frown as he looked him at him out of the corner of his eye.<br />
<br />
"I doubt that." Draco's grin was sly. They got closer as the wind grew bitter and annoying. "You want to go some place, warmer?"<br />
<br />
"Like where?" Freddie winced.<br />
<br />
"I know a place. Not that far." Draco shrugged. It wasn't long til Freddie followed him home. They went in the basement door. True, it was a lot warmer there than on the snowy street.<br />
<br />
He got a brandy for Fred right away. Both needed to warm up.<br />
<br />
"You look like shit." Draco was honestly. Something, had hurt Freddie.<br />
<br />
"My shitty friends give me no reason to be nice." Freddie, killed the tiny drink in a shot glass.<br />
<br />
"I see." Draco filled it up once more. Freddie took it as if he needed a good drug of some kind so Draco looked around and found a homemade cigarette in a big matchbox under his cot. He sat down then after he lit it and a candle so they wouldn't be in total darkness.<br />
<br />
"I'll be nice to you." Draco managed after he inhaled the massive drug he thought he might croak on, but of course he didn't. He patted a seat down next to him. Freddie held on to his drink. They switched vices then. Freddie took a long drag off the cigarette while Draco let the drink burn down his throat. He took a good long look at Freddie then.<br />
<br />
Of course, it was Tony he wanted, but Fred would do. His thin lips curled up on the edges as he put the glass aside and reached for the thing just under Fred's zipped jean. It was so tender and warm. His finger tips gently wrapped around its hardness. Next thing, they were kissing, and it was as if they'd forget they were in this dreaded world. But their own. And it was golden.<br />
<br />
Pieces of clothes unraveled as they warmed each other up. Draco caressed Freddie's cock. They shared the cigarette a bit clumsy. But it was all smiles. And then the tip of Draco's tongue took in Freddie's mouth and his hand pushed and pulled at his cock.<br />
<br />
No questions asked. Draco kissed him harder. Harder. Into oblivion. There skin rested next to each other. Draco smiled in delight. He'd make this bloke forget everything he ever desired with girls.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-7943258718416567692010-12-04T01:24:00.000-06:002010-12-04T01:24:00.405-06:00like old timesIt just wouldn't be a party without a bird involved. What the fuck were they celebrating, anyhow? Cook sort of forgot when he saw Manny, who looked just as good as Effy, but she wasn't sleeping. She was moving to the grove and being such a bitch to him.<br />
<br />
It only made him want to want her more. She was wicked. Lovely and wicked. Why hadn't he banged her already? It was just a matter of time, wasn't it?<br />
<br />
"Shall we?" He'd whispered in her ear. It was only a matter of time.<br />
<br />
Soon he had her in the loo and they were smashing into each other. Thank God, she let him finger her and finally, he tasted her with his tongue. It was down hill after that, cramming his cock deep inside her, there in the stall. It was just what he needed to get his night started. Fucking Freddie's lass.<br />
<br />
It was a good energy. He hadn't felt this much emotion in ages. And she was beautiful. Her panting, so real and vibrant. He just wanted more. Naturally, those who wanted to take a pee had to go to a different loo, because they owned this place. If he'd been a vampire he would have turned her into one, already.<br />
<br />
But Freddie found them.<br />
<br />
"Fuck." Cook's voice echoed through the loo.<br />
<br />
"How could you!" Freddie's eyes bulge in anger. Cook wasn't sure who Freddie hated the most. Him or Manny.<br />
<br />
"You have to keep an eye on what you own!" Cook gave him the screw you face even if he held on to Manny tight. No need for her to break his penis off in this situation. They were not finished.<br />
<br />
Freddie just gritted. He turned away and walked out.<br />
<br />
Cook was expecting a fight. He dearly loved a good fight with the old mate. But he had business to tend to with Manny and Cook could feel her quake around him. He kiss her madly then as if he really wanted to cum for a third time.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-31845059177197973682010-12-02T11:23:00.000-06:002010-12-02T11:23:04.906-06:00So it goesIt just wouldn't be the holidays without Effy in a coma.<br />
<br />
Freddie had gotten the guys together. It wasn't quite a wake, just some togetherness. Actually, it was time to show off Manny. Of course, Cook envied him so. But it didn't stop him from getting shitfaced down at the pub.<br />
<br />
This lead to him showing off his willie to whom ever might be impressed. Of course, none were. Honestly, what did he see in Cook. He was just a fucked up drunk.<br />
<br />
But he had Manny to kiss and make everything better. He was all smiles. Except he couldn't say the same for Tony and Robby. They seemed kind of distant. What the fuck could be wrong?<br />
<br />
"Do you want to talk to about it?" Freddie got a word in with Tony while Manny was in the loo. Somehow after the Effy fiasco they were now comrades. He felt a damn might closer to Tone than those prats he'd ran with in school. Possibly, he was growing up. He guessed.<br />
<br />
"Its nothing." Tony was all calm as if he was determined to make this work with Rob.<br />
<br />
"I dunno." Freddie winced. "Something is different." He couldn't pin point it, exactly. "You think the bloke is, you know, not being on the up and up with you?"<br />
<br />
"Don't start it, will you?" Tony was a bit peeved he'd bring it up. "We're fine. Its just been a long time since we've...you know." He twitched slightly as if the fucking wasn't what it used to be.<br />
<br />
Freddie looked around. God, his Manny had been gone such a long while, hadn't she?<br />
<br />
"Where's Cook?" Freddie wasn't sure he wanted to know where that number one prick was.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-80908410050860211842010-10-28T08:57:00.001-05:002010-12-02T11:09:47.400-06:00standing in the need of love"You can't just leave me." Cassie was serious. And yeah, Naomi got the reason. They were good together. Maybe too good. "After all I've done for you. Can't just, run out on me like this."<br />
<br />
"I don't want to." Naomi found herself in a pout, but she missed someone. What was she doing right now? It had been so long since she'd seen that red hair of hers. The guilt was sinking in. And she truly hated herself for making Emily feel so lost. It was her fault. She had to go back and make it right with her.<br />
<br />
"I can't, see you doing it." Cassie was going to be an emotional mess if she left her now. Here in New York City. She'd be out of control in no time. "Fine! Just go then." Cassie stood there in the flat they shared. She might as well be a ghost already.<br />
<br />
Naomi knew this was her future. This was where she belonged. Cassie had really gotten her into the game of fashion, and she could clearly get a career here. Naomi bit her bottom lip. Yes, she'd packed her bag. What was she to do? Not look back on her life with Emily ever again? Why did she dream about her so much? What the fuck was wrong?<br />
<br />
Naomi crumbled on the couch. Cassie made over her as if she might be a broken doll. Maybe she was. Maybe she needed to be fixed. And Cassie was the only one to fix her. It wasn't until this moment that Naomi knew. She knew Cassie was stronger when she was with her.<br />
<br />
It would cost less just to call Emily. See what was up. Naomi kissed Cassie then. In no time they were making up. The less she thought of Emily now.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-72234488444742143932010-10-15T08:48:00.000-05:002010-10-15T08:48:30.369-05:00never quite like it used to be<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YhY7rfBbjHYAyEnDyUypVsghMLkd6Vym4k-eCer6gmqpm8I4osPf0oa5ZfegHv_KzeGtphPEQXW1r2j9yFAa7NHwioIi7KjQzYJ7eLXiMzgQbjk_QsN1ISIG_jcDvZUG-RSmSZ-Re_lN/s1600/cooljamie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YhY7rfBbjHYAyEnDyUypVsghMLkd6Vym4k-eCer6gmqpm8I4osPf0oa5ZfegHv_KzeGtphPEQXW1r2j9yFAa7NHwioIi7KjQzYJ7eLXiMzgQbjk_QsN1ISIG_jcDvZUG-RSmSZ-Re_lN/s400/cooljamie.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br />
He got what he came for. Robby needed to leave. Like yesterday. But he hadn't because it was so good with Maxxie. He just wasn't sure how he'd feel if he saw Tony now. Especially, when all he could think about was Max.<br />
<br />
They'd had a couple of rounds, smoking some fun, sexing each other up until laughter lingered, or was that just wanting more of where it all came from. It was a mixed emotion. Actually. He missed Tony. Maybe. At least he tried. But Maxxie was there and it was awesome.<br />
<br />
Robby's mobile vibrate. It took him ages to find it under Maxxie's clothes on the floor. As it was, they'd made the last couple of days a home in Maxxie's bed.<br />
<br />
It was Tony on Robby's mobile.<br />
<br />
"What?" Robby felt a rush of cold inside him. Was it possible that Tony would track him down? He sat there shocked. Listening. Intently. Mainly his heartbeat rang through his ears the most. Perhaps, it was just nerves.<br />
<br />
Tony was at the hospital with Effy. Another coma.<br />
<br />
Jesus, was this the only way this lass knew bliss? Blasted away on drugs. All the time. Well, this was boring shit to listen too, thought Robby. He had things to do, like fuck Maxxie. Guess, that would be a little much for Tony to contend with at the moment.<br />
<br />
"What is it?" Maxxie asked as soon a Robby clicked off.<br />
<br />
"Same old shit with Tone." Robby shrugged. "That sis of his, will be the death of him." It sounded like an old after thought. They kissed like playful pups, fell into something warm and inviting. It was possibly a good time for a shower.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-54109308760358841332010-10-12T10:11:00.000-05:002010-10-12T10:11:04.604-05:00that'll do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_fju2Dz9PN9S0neQg87oHBDnax2nXaHGqjhpcONswSa7tu1uZpomnwf-3SZ7gFLY7b4MDD17ZAYsmrDmpnii7t7xwqDNdfBNtrjn2NllwS_tOQ46EbJzD5IKh5uTP9xyIVX7K8HolHAi/s1600/robbbsheehan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_fju2Dz9PN9S0neQg87oHBDnax2nXaHGqjhpcONswSa7tu1uZpomnwf-3SZ7gFLY7b4MDD17ZAYsmrDmpnii7t7xwqDNdfBNtrjn2NllwS_tOQ46EbJzD5IKh5uTP9xyIVX7K8HolHAi/s400/robbbsheehan.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
"Well, hullo, brother?" Draco looked a little shit faced. Tony thought so. He guessed Dez was the one Draco was speaking too. The warehouse was mostly bare. Just cold, kind of fishy smelling. He guessed.<br />
<br />
"WHERE'S MY SISTER!" Tony demanded, grabbing the scrawny nemesis... he so wanted to take apart. Naturally, the bloke hit the floor laughing.<br />
<br />
"Is this what we came for? Your brother?" Tony looked back at Dez who was his cocky self.<br />
<br />
"Yeah." He barely said. "He's demented. Probably has her stashed away in a crate, you know."<br />
<br />
"WHAT?" Tony was about to shit himself. Jesus, would his sister ever take a liken to someone without psycho problems? "WHERE IS SHE!" Tony reached for Draco once more. Of course, another shriek of laughter came over Draco.<br />
<br />
"She's just for me." Draco told him with a big fat smile.<br />
<br />
"What if she's dead. You fool!" Tony squinted hard thinking he might lose it, right here, the smell, the plight. It was all so disgusting.<br />
<br />
"She's not dead." He said it as if he did this to all the girls he dated, as if he might be a professional at this.<br />
<br />
"God, Dez! Are you gonna do something?" Tony shook his head. If only he'd brought a gun, he might get some answers. It was just he didn't really like carring around anything heavy or obvious. He wasn't exactly a killer.<br />
<br />
Dez laid into Draco then. Leaving his brother all bloody and red faced.<br />
<br />
"I want my cash." Draco spit out.<br />
<br />
Dez rolled his eyes and pulled out the wad of cash he'd asked for. Finally Draco eyed the crates in the corner. He picked up his money. Tony shook his head. He didn't have all day to break into these boxes.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-40455028449326442382010-10-07T09:46:00.001-05:002010-10-15T08:31:13.441-05:00lets get this straight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKOCG5hu2RI4NNU5iT9wB-AAdY590OSZ9jr6O8ATBY0CLeelodF-0NJYovTp6ld6GxYZwtVLPyaC8eWO4uReM7vjUonW4TZTJnlc-kHJInCCqcCbsuMz3v1NP5Nn1_pTaGYl4eQtSSKgn/s1600/onthephone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKOCG5hu2RI4NNU5iT9wB-AAdY590OSZ9jr6O8ATBY0CLeelodF-0NJYovTp6ld6GxYZwtVLPyaC8eWO4uReM7vjUonW4TZTJnlc-kHJInCCqcCbsuMz3v1NP5Nn1_pTaGYl4eQtSSKgn/s400/onthephone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
So, really......<br />
<br />
Maxxie wasn't sure what he was getting into with Robby.<br />
<br />
Honestly, he hadn't much luck with the lads, as of late. Just didn't have the heart in it. Or the time. Or maybe he still had a thought in his head that maybe it would work with Tony this time. And the peculiar thing was, Robby made him think of Tony.<br />
<br />
It was the oddest thing. He thought he'd lost it after going to the pub with Robby. But they drank up. Shot some pool. He was easy to be around. His smile was kind. And well, he did go that extra smile to make Max smile. Before he knew it, they were in the loo kissing. Honestly, Maxxie didn't want to do anymore than that. He just didn't care much for blow jobs in the loo. Just a nasty place in all respects.<br />
<br />
"We should go back to my place." Max said after what felt to be bitten a couple of times on the neck. He got the feeling this one was a wild one.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, sure." Robby liked that idea.<br />
<br />
So they got back to Maxxie's flat which was just an old room in once a boarding house. At least there was a loo and a small fridge and hot plate. Not much, but enough for dancer to get by on.<br />
<br />
And it was cozy. Robby's lips so full and sweet on Maxxie's chest. They were so close, and Maxxie felt delightfully warm as if he might be oozing with honey and Robby was there to eat him up.<br />
<br />
"Now, how is it, you know Tone, so well?" Maxxie wasn't sure he wanted to go too far with Robby even if they were practically undressed in Max's bed.<br />
<br />
"What?" Robby didn't seem to like the question. It was as if Max had cut him in too somehow. They'd been going the distance so long with the touching and the kissing. Why did Maxxie want to stop now. "Classes."<br />
<br />
"What kind of classes." Maxxie whispered.<br />
<br />
"Why do care?" Robby couldn't help but scowl a bit. He was a bit put off with Maxxie wanting to know now.<br />
<br />
"I just do." Maxxie looked at him point blank as he grabbed on to Robby's uber hard on. He could tell Robby didn't really know. Now did he? "Who are you really?" He whispered in Robby's ear.<br />
<br />
He could sense how breathless Robby was. He had him right where he wanted. Robby was going no where.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja10bmuDbHF2-DiNbfAb5-28Dbrx2v2ZnmR33Sqd94Mz1w9okoKy1siR3AJjuwHiRhGpEkXNsG_Xc4VMOoyPpwS2Bj_q80GI-8S8YuwTYDoBm1z2aMVU95MnLSIftg9_R19LDIAKnsvgp6/s1600/robbmaj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja10bmuDbHF2-DiNbfAb5-28Dbrx2v2ZnmR33Sqd94Mz1w9okoKy1siR3AJjuwHiRhGpEkXNsG_Xc4VMOoyPpwS2Bj_q80GI-8S8YuwTYDoBm1z2aMVU95MnLSIftg9_R19LDIAKnsvgp6/s400/robbmaj.jpg" width="326" /></a></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-20389199248852208432010-09-30T08:56:00.001-05:002010-09-30T08:56:39.925-05:00time to beat some buttsWhat the fuck? Dez didn't know where Tony's sister was. Exactly.<br />
<br />
"Draco's got her." Dez told him. "He says she's in safe keeping til I get him the cash." Dez was all laid back. Didn't really care so much for Effy as Tony had hoped.<br />
<br />
"What the fuck does that mean? How much?" Tony couldn't tell if Dez was on drugs or not. It was highly unlikely he would get anything out of this loser.<br />
<br />
"Never you mind, I'm not paying the buttfuck." Dez gave him a chuckle. "So Effy send for you?" Dez looked Tony over.<br />
<br />
"Its just, she's being difficult, as usual. What could this, Draco have done with her?" Tony wanted to know what he was up against. Least he hadn't broken a finger over Dez yet.<br />
<br />
"Relax, she's in orbit of some kind, you know. She's fine." Dez didn't seem too worried about her. Tony saw Freddie's scowl then. Really, the place reeked of dirty socks and messed up microwave dinners.<br />
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"Look, you twat, you're taking us to my sister. NOW!" Tony grabbed Dez by the neck of his T-shirt. But it was so much harder than Tony anticipated. If only he'd gotten to the gym more. This dude had played some rugby. It would take all the shit in him to give this fuck some pain.<br />
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"Shut it," Dez laughed at Tony, pushing him off. "I was gonna take you there sooner or later. Its just we'll probably have to go down to docks. You got any transportation?" Dez got up then and pulled the fat black pistol hidden under his bed.<br />
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Tony scowled at Dez with the gun. Really, he didn't want to be that much over his head trying to find Effy.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-89429269400743974702010-09-16T09:20:00.000-05:002010-09-16T09:20:37.110-05:00just part of the reason<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2I3nNJGW_rO0xCArKW80TdRAk6aIYskNEmdwifMqw60Xjr_FqGVPbmiG4qc_8WXeFIftHQuLi7dRSRPJa92_dXBnZqxS5JdJnFkT-449IlY3n1N1aJweXTKPT6F4vKiF30WgMClnmYpL/s1600/robnmaxie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2I3nNJGW_rO0xCArKW80TdRAk6aIYskNEmdwifMqw60Xjr_FqGVPbmiG4qc_8WXeFIftHQuLi7dRSRPJa92_dXBnZqxS5JdJnFkT-449IlY3n1N1aJweXTKPT6F4vKiF30WgMClnmYpL/s400/robnmaxie.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Robby was off to investigate. Decided he'd track down this Maxxie, for once and all. Who the fuck was this glorious creature that Tony kept on the back burner. Not that he said his name much. Just in his sleep or that time they were really sloshed and Tony called out his name when he came.<br />
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Really, Robby hated this sort of competition. How in the hell would he ever win with Tony if it was going to be like this. Always second best. He wanted to be on top or none at all. That was Robby's feeling on it. And now, here he was at one of he back alleys waiting for Max to come out of a little musical, he was tapping and singing too.<br />
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Naturally, the picture he had of Maxxie didn't do him justice. His hair was darker now and he was just in a tracksuit sporting a bit of stubble as if maybe he were trying to grow a beard.<br />
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"Aye." Robby was all grins as he came in front of Maxxie, who seemed a bit tired and possibly sad.<br />
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"Really, enjoyed your technique." Robby gave him a long lustful look.<br />
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"Do I know you?" Maxxie winced as he pulled his backpack further up on his shoulder.<br />
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"No." Robby kept hanging on to his smile. "Sorry. I'm new, you know. And, and I was hoping you'd have a coffee with me, or a drink. Whatever." Robby was getting slightly nervous, but he wanted to see what Tony had been missing all this time. Who was really the one for Tony?<br />
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"God, I really shouldn't." Maxxie grinned but before he knew it they were at the corner pub having a lager.<br />
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"You been in the business long?" Robby looked at his seriously at the bar.<br />
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"It seems so, but not really. Been picking up some extra work being a carpenter. Thats how it works, you know. It keeps me humble And then I get to be in a kiddie show. Its crap, sometimes." Maxxie seemed so comfortable with himself.<br />
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"So would you do a play where you'd be nude the entire time, you know, like the French?" Robby couldn't help but wonder what that be like.<br />
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"Um, only if Louie Garrel would be in it." Maxxie gave him an open grin. "Really, I'd try it. See if they'd have a go with me."<br />
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"Oh, but they would." Robby couldn't help but say. Robby just kept staring. The lager hadn't gone to his head. But Maxxie had. And it was just the start of something. Robby gave Maxxie and open kiss. Wasn't this the best way to get to know the competition?Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-68816190909448491312010-09-02T10:24:00.001-05:002010-09-16T08:47:24.931-05:00don't wait until tomorrowFreddie decided to go with Tony once he figured out where Effy might be.<br />
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"I hope its not too late." Tony sounded miserable. Freddie couldn't say who Tony was doing this for. His sister or his mother. As it was the coppers were no help on the Effy situation. Tony had pleaded with them. In fact, he'd make a damn right good lawyer, someday.<br />
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"So that's what you'll do, is it? Work the system?" Freddie winced thinking criminal justice might be the thing to do. Wasn't sure why it sounded plausible, so suddenly. Perhaps it was Manny's doing. He texted back like clock work now when she texted his cell to see if he was OK. It was constant now with her. She really mattered. She was so easy to be with and considerate too. Honestly, he thought Manny made him a better person.<br />
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"Dunno, precisely." Tony kept his eye on the road. They were in jolly old London in traffic, no less. "I just want to find my sister, that's all." He was solemn on the occasion. As if he expected the worst. It was just the two them in the economy car. Tony's squeeze had stayed back at the uni. Possibly to pose for him and take his tests.<br />
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"Suppose, Rob's got a brain, aye?" Freddie finally smiled.<br />
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"Yeah, when he uses it." Tony sighed as if everything wasn't completely rosie between the two.<br />
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It began to rain fat drops of water across the windshield.<br />
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"Jesus." Tony slight fretted but kept his wits about him as he found a wee little place for his shiny yellow vehicle. He looked at the address once more. "Well, lets hope he's home."<br />
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"Do you know what he looks like?" Freddie got out with Tony in the rain.<br />
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"He says he a right Michael Cera in his profile on FACEBOOK, but would Effy ever go for a Michael Cera type?" Tony scowled.<br />
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Freddie thought it kind of funny even if all his mates teased him that Manny was another Effy. She totally wasn't. Nothing like Effy at all. She had a brain and the wits. She wanted the best for Fred, unlike Effy who would break him down, time and time again. Effy was no team player in the sport of life.<br />
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They ran up three flights of stairs then in the raw hallway. It was a shit hole even in a brownstone. It stank too, of cabbage and garlic. They both made faces but onward they went to Dez's.<br />
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Tony knocked on the door. It came open. He peered in. Freddie knew he had to have Tony's back, but he was scared shitless. What had Eff got herself into?<br />
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"You fuck'n dildo!" They overheard Dez having it out over his cell. His back was turned to them. He was a sturdy looking bloke from behind. Thick shoulders like a footballer. A real athlete. When he turned around, they saw the scratches on his face. What the fuck was going on?<br />
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Tony looked at Freddie who looked at him. Really, they didn't want to have their ass kicked, but this Dez was eyeing them as if he had good intentions to stomp their guts out.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235784198336606461.post-12090791720754049802010-08-26T13:57:00.000-05:002010-08-26T13:57:37.128-05:00snug as bug that has to goEffy could hardly stand to look at the bruises. She and Dez had had a wrestling match. It seemed. Or did he just want to beat her up to making fucking grand?<br />
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She was a little dizzy from the drugs. Nothing phased her much. Naturally, they'd found another party in the depth of the city. Underground, at that. She hadn't an inkling where she was. Couldn't remember the taste of fish and chips. It was a blue world, in fact. She might have been underwater. The feel of chlorine burned her eyes, or was that just a pill she'd taken? It was damn hard to focus. God knows, the last time she'd taken a shit. What if she didn't know how. The simplest things had left her. And she was in a sad way. Tony had not come to find her.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkOpwnP0ZxtwbdQ4pNy3oRGcRcyEomu_gUteHV-EOSrW28jhNXTTl9iQIuJrZEAdPnw6EQb0bjMfrDoi7-0woFfEH73T3-5qcTIH-qsqrkgk7Gw56B_A242P7ojHJ-CU5Se5Bbz4AALAH/s1600/smoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkOpwnP0ZxtwbdQ4pNy3oRGcRcyEomu_gUteHV-EOSrW28jhNXTTl9iQIuJrZEAdPnw6EQb0bjMfrDoi7-0woFfEH73T3-5qcTIH-qsqrkgk7Gw56B_A242P7ojHJ-CU5Se5Bbz4AALAH/s320/smoke.jpg" /></a></div>Did she still have a phone? Yeah. She thought so. I was just fucking hard to see the numbers, to push the buttons. She'd call Freddie. That's what she'd do as she stumbled through the sounds of silence or was that too much sound? Had it consumed her and she was in her shell. Where was her shell.? Everything was so fucking vague. What the fuck was going on.<br />
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"Hey! Sweetheart! Got a light?" She heard his voice. Next thing she knew she was lighting up something with him in the clear light. Muffled sounds all around. They were in the bright lights of the loo. "You're Dez's squeeze, ain't ya?" She could barely decipher his words. It sounded so harsh, like rocks hitting cement.<br />
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"Suppose." She shrugged with a wince as she leaned there. The curly-haired bloke sat there looking up at her as if she was fascinating to study. Perhaps she could be his muse and he'd write haute lyrics about her fucking him or some sort of shit like it. Effy grinned at the thought.<br />
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"What's so funny? You laughing the way I talk?" He asked.<br />
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"NO." She was mournful in her tone, but took another intake of the drug, wrapped up tight and warm. She stared at him, thinking, she had to know him. Had too. But where? "You, Dez's mate?"<br />
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"He hasn't the time for me." He told her.<br />
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"Who are you?" She couldn't think his name.<br />
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"Quite randy, of course." He smiled.<br />
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"What?" Was that averb he mentioned? "You're name?"<br />
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"Draco."<br />
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"Harry Potter?" She winced. Shouldn't he look more like Tom Felton with a name like that?<br />
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"Shut it! On the freak'n Harry Potter. Enough of that kiddie crap, OK?" He made smoke rings then. She enjoyed them as she sat with him. His mouth was quite clever, and he seemed a bit more subdued than Dez.<br />
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"Can we go somewhere?" Effy said after awhile. It could have been minutes or an hour or two. People coming in and out every second, but not a sign of Dez.<br />
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"Like where?" His eyes so dark and intense. Such beautiful lashes.<br />
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"Dunno. Somewhere not here." She shrugged.<br />
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He took her hand. They went up the stairwell that went further than she even had energy to go, but he kept holding her hand until they made it to the top. To the chilling roof of the building. It was quiet with the city lit up below.<br />
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Effy smiled then.<br />
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"What will we do here?" It was like a whole new world.<br />
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"We could jump." Draco grinned then.<br />
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Effy wondered if they could fly. She hoped it involved flying.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656932621615863661noreply@blogger.com8