Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ Friends ( Epilogue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
I really hate rainy days, I've already been wallowing in my misery for the past day in a half, and now it has to rain. Whichever deity controls the weather must hate me. Actually, scratch that, they all must hate me.
It's been a shitty week, I'm listening to sappy love songs about broken hearts and shit, they help me with my wallowing. There's a dog barking outside and I really, really wish I had a gun because it needs to be shot. Jason hasn't been back here since he left, I must have scared him away, he's such a prude little pussy boy.
Waking up from this nightmare
How's your life?
What's it like there?
Is he all that you want him to be?
Does it hurt?
When you think about me?
And how broken my heart—
Stupid stereo.
I couldn't reach the button so I just leaned over and unplugged it. Settling back down on my bed I placed a pillow on my face, I don't want to see anything but I don't have the energy to close my eyes. I'm such a weird ass, probably why he doesn't want me. My stiff, gelled hair is poking and scratching my neck and I want to itch it, but I don't feel like moving. I really never thought I could come to the point of being this over dramatically upset. Beside myself, I have to blame Derek. I should be spending my time thinking up a million ways to kill him, it'd be more productive than what I'm doing now.
I think I hear knocking, it must be the pizza guy. I ordered pizza, yes, at the time I was under the impression that food would help, but now I'm not hungry and too lazy to answer the door. Maybe if I ignore it, he'll go away. The knocking stops and I hear the door being opened, damn it, Nat must have got it. Now she'll probably make me get up and pay for it, she can't let anything be, it's the female way.
Then again I suppose answering the door when you hear a knock is just the average thing to do, but I'm still going to be mad at her.
I hear someone coming up the stairs, and I hear voices. Why the hell did she let the pizza guy in the house? She's telling him where I am, I heard her say it. I press the pillow harder against my face, I don't want him to find me, I don't want to have to pay him. Maybe the pizza guy is pretty and I can get him to suck me off? My room door opens and I slowly peak out from under the pillow. Oh, that's not a pizza guy. But he is pretty.
“Um, hi?” He says. I know I can't get him to suck me off.
Suddenly I realize how strange and unattractive I must look and I quickly remove the pillow from my face.
“Sorry, I thought you were selling me pizza,” I mumbled. Jesus, I really hope he didn't hear me say that.
“Uh, okay,” He swallowed. I think it's funny how he won't come in my room. “Well, I'm not. I just thought I'd drop by, you know? Seeing as my stuff is still here and uh… you're my friend and all that…” He scuffed his shoe on the carpet. Oh goody, he's come to remind me that we're just friends, I guess that's better than enemies, or exes, or whatever the hell we could be.
“Oh, all right, I haven't gone in there so everything should be just how you left it. So go ahead,” I shoed him away. I feel like a dick face but I really don't want to talk to him right now, I'd rather be talking to the pretty pizza guy. He simply nodded and turned away, which is when I realized that I don't want him to go, either.
“Jase!” I called. He turned around and I couldn't think of anything to say. He was looking all hopeful and adorable, I want to push him against the wall and ravish him, but I'm just sitting on my bed in the dark, trying to think of something to say.
“You and Derek,” I started slowly. “You're still together, right?” I asked, and he nodded. I wanted to cry… no, I wanted to kill Derek, maybe I'll kill them both, and then eat them. Marty would be so proud, that psycho. I haven't seen Marty in a while, I wonder how he's doing…
“Look, Shane,” All of the sudden he was in my room and standing right in front of me. “I don't know how things are going to turn out, but in the meantime, we are friends, right? I mean, if we're not then… well, never mind… but I really don't want this whole thing to hurt our friendship,” He said. Too late, too late because I can't look at you without wanting to kiss you. “Can't we just forget about all this?” No, no we can't. I can't, I just fucking can't.
“Yeah, I guess I can,” I shrugged. I'm a good liar. “I'm going to kick Derek's ass though,” Did I say that out loud? He laughed and then he was hugging me. I had to squeeze the edges of the bed to keep from grabbing him and pinning him to the bed and… did he just kiss my cheek?
“Cool, so can I stay the night here?” He asked and pulled away from me. I nodded and forced myself to smile back. “By the way, Marty wants you to come over sometime, he says he's worried about you,” I think I saw a glint of either hate or disgust in his eyes, I guess that means he and Marty aren't getting along too well.
“All right, we'll go over there tomorrow I guess so I can see him, and you can… well, you know…” I shrugged. I sort of wish he wasn't spending the night, now I'm going to have to resist sneaking into his room and doing naughty things to him in his sleep.
I'm kidding.
“All right, cool,” He replied. The doorbell rang, and this time it must have been the pizza guy. I was a little more in the mood for eating now, not to mention I had someone to share it with.
“Pizza, I'll go get it,” I said, and then headed down the stairs to get the door.
Uber long Author's Note-
Okay… let me explain something. I don't know if you've been reading my author's notes (which I suppose is okay because I'm quite boring) but THIS IS NOT THE END. …It is the end of the book, yes, but it is not the end of the story. If it were I agree, it would a pretty cruddy ending, a long way to go for nothing. Not to mention I just can't do this to Shane. There are three more books coming, and it's nowhere near over. Honestly, the idea to divide them into different books is mostly because of the fact that my writing has improved since I started writing this, and the beginning of it is really shaky and crappy while the end is better. Just for my own personal reasons I wanted to get a fresher start, a whole novel in my more updated style. Not to mention if I didn't cut it up it'd be hella long. So NO, Derek does not last forever.
That being said I don't plan it on being a short relationship, either.
Anyway, the next chapter of book two should be up before next year at least, and it'll be called “Keeping it - Desires Book 2” or something along those lines.
(Ohyes, and the Epilogue is in first person from Shane :3. Let's you get a little more of his personality.) What do you all think about changing first person points of view? I like writing in first person more, and it really turns out better. But with this story there's no way I could survive with just making it first person from one character's point of view. I'd like to do the second book so that the points of view change every once in a while. Not every two paragraphs like some stories, but every other chapter or so? Anyway, if I can get some input on that, it would be great.
Also, I have to recommend `A Fugitive and Me' to my reviewers of `Desires.' It's actually one I'm hoping to publish and while I already have a few reviewers on FictionPress and AFF, I could use all the input I can get!
Final word count: 128,939
Whooopeeeeee!
Unfortunately the next will probably be a bit shorter because I had a lot of unnecessary shit in this one xD. Something I plan to not have as much of in the second story. Hopefully it will be a lot more enjoyable!
-Illegal Breakfast Product (Metalic)