In the Heat of the Moment

2

Author’s Note: I realised that when I posted chapter 2 the first time over half of it had cut off. Sorry about that! >.< This is all of chapter 2 now. PLEASE REVIEW THIS TIME!!!! >.<

I wasn’t stupid, and so I realised that if I was really going to get away with fucking an international rockstar I was going to need a lot of help, all the help I could get actually; but one just doesn’t go around telling people that he needs their help to kidnap an international icon, does he?

The first month of my summer break had almost ended and I had finally finished plotting what I was going to do. I had figured out everything, from who to tell, what to tell them and what to do after that. It was all so simple I was actually surprised. If everything went well, all I’d have to do was sit back and let everything fall into place. In the end, I’d get away with what I wanted and if anyone ever thought of pointing a finger in my direction I would already be gone.

I was taking one of my late night strolls about the house after a brief workout and realised that the only thing that the only things I could hear were my own footsteps and the occasional hiss of my tiny coral snake somewhere on the floor.

I couldn’t believe I was actually alone. My mother had finally quit the firm and run off with a sewer rat of a cesspool truck driver that smelt like shit because she felt there was something else out there for her; and my dad had to be hospitalised because I caught him trying to burn the place down. I had to admit that I was a little sorry for my dad; but I felt I could get used to this and bask in this solitude all the time.

My feet had taken me to the balcony and the only thing left for me to do was light a cigarette and savour the scarcity of the moment; but even with all that I still wondered what I would do afterwards. Something cool and moist slithered over my foot and I picked it up. I marveled at how I could see every house in the neighbourhood from my position. I had made my decision. Tonight I would go to sleep and tomorrow I would begin step one.



If you’ve ever met or seen them you’d notice how different they both are. The one with the brown hair and grey eyes is tall and stunning with a swimmer’s build, while the other one with the raven hair and hazel eyes rimmed with long thick black lashes even though just as tall, is leaner. I can’t help but think how different they both are from my monster 6’7 well built wrestling body. I have to admit they are both attractive but nowhere near as beautiful as my Espen.

I’d also imagine that if you look even closer you’d see a glimpse of their personalities. The raven haired one has a calm gentle expression and lays with his hands behind his head staring into nothing, while the brunette sits, brows furrowed scribbling away. I’d expected to find them both there since they’re never a part, and no matter what, kids in this suburb will always be at The Park. Even though it’s abandoned it will always be the hell in our little suburban heaven.

I see the brunette turn to the raven haired one and I see his expression change. I can’t help but think it’s the same one I see in the movies all the time and think it’s similar to what my mom and dad used to give each other before this blasted heat wave and things got crazy. It’s one of longing to say unspoken words, to protect, to touch, to own and to become one with; and I can’t help but think that pretty soon I’ll take all that away from him just like how I took away the only girl he had ever loved and fucked her, took away his friends, his popularity, his place on the wrestling team and the sympathy of his family. All he has now is his dumb best friend and his dumb swimming scholarship. When people like him have too much I take it away. It’s not fair. Before I came here I had nothing.

I see the raven haired one turn in my direction and he smiles lazily at me. I can’t wait to rob him of all that innocence and positivity and make him drown in misery like me. I can’t wait to see the face of the pathetic brunette as I shove my cock into that stupid bitch’s ass right in front of him.

As if sensing my thoughts I see the brunette turn to me and his face contort into an expression of raw hatred. I give him one of my most wicked sneers. This is going to be good.

“Hey Colin!” The raven haired one sat up slowly and folded his legs smiling. I chuckle inwardly as I envision the veins bulging on the brunette’s neck.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit next to us?”

“What the fuck do you want asshole?!” The brunette slams his book shut. “If you come any closer I will fucking kill you! Don’t call him over here Garrison…”

For a moment I grin even wider showing my dimples and shark teeth so he could see, before putting on a disappointed face to Garrison. I swear I can feel his body temperature rise even in this heat wave and for that a surge of excitement shoots straight to my groin.

“Oh come on Jason, stop being negative. Why can’t you just try to get along with him for once? It’s bad energy like that that destroys our world you know.”

Jason grumbles something as I quietly sit down beside Garrison. I silently make a show of sniffing his hair as Garrison bends down to turn on the CD player he has beside him. Jason looks like he is about to burst a blood vessel any second and I smile sweetly at Garrison as he turns to me once again. The high pitched shriek of my Espen’s voice fills the air.

“You’re into his music too?” I ask Garrison trying to make conversation.

“No, not really,” he replies laying back down on the dried grass this time with one hand behind his head. I find myself staring at his ass wondering if he’s let anybody fuck it.

“I’m not into that aggressive stuff. It’s mostly Jason who likes it. I can’t for the love of me understand why someone would sing about destroying humanity. That is what he’s singing about, isn’t it?”

“Oh?” I ask genuinely interested.

“Yeah, the lyrics…”

“No, I’m not talking about that. Jason likes Infant Altar?”

I’ve never in my wildest dreams thought that something like that was even possible. Jason shifts and pushes his book further out the way.

“What is that to you asshole? I’m sure you never just came here to talk about music,” he scowls.

I sighed, stretched and considered taking off my shirt which was already soaked with sweat.

“This is the same thing Garrison was talking about,” I say mockingly. “You have all this negative energy…”

“Shut up!…shut up before I…”

“Jason, he’s right. If you continue this Colin and I will go and sit elsewhere. I’m not staying in such an anger filled environment.”

I have to stop myself from bursting out into laughter as the hot brunette immediately shuts up and bites on his lip. I can still see the fire in his eyes when I think of what a weakness liking people is, especially this hippy weirdo. Christ…

“You’re actually a bit right though Jason. I did come here to suggest something. You said you really like that band Infant Altar, right? What if I told you that you could have the chance to spend a whole week with the lead singer?”

Jason looks at me for a moment with eyes narrowed with suspicion. Garrison’s hazel ones on the other hand fills with curiosity.


“How do you propose that it happen?” Jason asks slowly.

“Do you know him?”

“No,” I reply. “But we could if we spend a week with him.”

“So tell me how you can make that happen,” Jason says impatiently.

“With the help of you guys and a few others we could kidnap him.”

Jason bursts out into laughter.

“I always knew you were an idiot, but…Jesus…”

Garrison glares at Jason.

“You know what Jason,” Garrison says. “I think it sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than laying around in the grass all damn summer, or are you too chicken to accept?”

Garrison looks at him teasingly and I almost swear for a moment that the brunette is going to blush. I’m about to say something else to encourage him, but I opt that the best thing right now is to remain silent.

“N-no,” he stammers. “I’m only trying to reasonable here. He’s a rockstar, an international one at that; how the hell do you expect us to get anywhere near him? He’s got to have like a hundred bodyguards! Besides, even if he does have some super ingenious plan that allows us to get the guy, what’s next? What about the cops? What happens when someone finds out he’s missing? It’s against the law!”

Garrison grinned.

“Oh come on…Wouldn’t that be against some human rights shit or something like that? Do you realise that if we do this, it could ruin our lives?”

“You still sound scared, Jay,” Garrison teased.

For the entire eight years that I’ve lived in this dumb suburb, I have never seen Jason Christenson look that pale and flustered. One thing I know is that the typical man is not much different from a dog or any wild animal. We’re territorial creatures, no matter what anyone wants to say or not, and if our territory is threatened in some way or the other we’d be willing to do almost anything to eliminate that threat. That is why I’m almost completely sure that Jason has accepted my offer; because I’m that threat that he perceives will take Garrison and he wants to prove his manliness. Right now, I only want to go home and laugh and laugh and laugh.

“So I guess that’s a yes then?” I ask with a sneer.

“I guess,” he grumbles. “What do you want us to do?”


This chapter is longer than the first, but I hope this made some amount of sense. My brain is almost moving as slowly as my computer, which is NOT good >.<