Dreaming of Demons

jazz: I kind of wish i did too. Had a gay brother i mean. It's happened to me too, i'll say something, and a friend will completely miss the point, and it usually makes at least one of us feel like an idiot.

Munez: Exactly. But yeah, it's just it was annoying, cause it kept doing that, so it was annoying at the time. Otherwise, i love autocorrect. :)

Itchan: I don't normally listen to her music, and the most up-to-date songs i've heard of her's recently is Womanizer and Circus. I can still remember that song i used to love by her a few years ago. 'oops i did it again,' or something.

KiraNorame: And of course, now that you said can't touch this, i've got that song Peter sings from Family Guy. Petoria, if you've ever seen it.

This is the first story that I ever wrote, that I actually wrote to 20 or more chapters. I barely get one over 15 chapters. But then again, it takes a while for me to finish.

It would have taken me a while to finish this off, you know, leaving it for a few weeks, but i haven't, and i won't, becuase of all you guys!

Thanks for the reviews!!!

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I followed Seth through the forest, and I managed not to get lost, though I was completely turned around. I mean, who wouldn’t be? I didn’t even know where I was.

“Where are we?”

“Michigan.” I looked around.

“Doesn’t look like Michigan.”

“What does Michigan look like, then?”

I don’t have an answer for that.

“Cities, maybe?”

“I don’t live in the city.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Demon, remember?”

Oh, yeah, when he wants to talk about it, right in the open, but when I want to, he starts freaking out.

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!

Just because no one is here, doesn’t mean the zombocalypse won’t happen.

FYI, it’s the zombie apocalypse.

I swear to you, the world will end because of zombies. They’re out there, I know it.

I just really hope one doesn’t come out of my closet when I’m sleeping, I’d rather be prepared when it happens.

But don’t worry, I’m planning for things.

I just need to get everything on my list.

After I make a list.

“What the hell does being a demon have to do with it?” See, I listen. Once in a while. When I feel like it. When I want to.

Whatever.

“I like privacy. I like my privacy to be respected, and I’ll do so for others.”

“Says the demon who stalked me…” I couldn’t help but mutter, and got a glare from Seth.

“I had reasons for that.”

“What, to get your jollies off?”

I should really think about what I say before I say it. Think on it real hard and pick the sentence apart, criticizing each and every little word.

To say, or not to say?

Too late.

“That’s not it…”

“Then what? Was it something other than I get you excited?” Seems I hit something.

A root, with a frog on it, to be exact.

It’s fine, I think.

It hopped away quickly, anyway.

I like frogs, but I don’t like touching them.

My grandpa had a pond once. Stocked it up with catfish, and a lot of other stuff. He had a farm. Pretty well off.

Me and Blue would go fishing down there. Gramps liked to take us down to the ponds, since there was more than one.

Dad would drop us off there a lot, before we moved really far away, and I was old enough to look after myself and Blue, while he was gone.

Nana was happy too. My grandma. She made jello with bananas in it, and it was delicious.

I should go see them some time.

“Dammit, Jay!” Seth suddenly said out, looking exasperated.

“What?” What’d I do this time?

“I’m trying to talk to you. Fuck.”

“Hey, this is what you got yourself, and me, into.” What the fuck is he getting mad about? This is the way I am. Don’t like, don’t stalk. And get in trouble with your wannabe boyfriend. And then kidnap. And then suck off. And on and on and on.

What I’m saying is, this is your fault, Seth. Deal with it.

Or just hurry up and fuck me. Both would be fine.

He’d better be good…

“Would you… please just listen?” Begging, Seth, really?

Fine, I’ll try.

“I’ll try.” Seth sighed.

“Look, I wasn’t stalking you.”

“Then what was it when you were following me around everywhere?”

“I… it was only for one day!”

“So you’re admitting that you were stalking me?” He hadn’t disproved it yet, though I don’t think he can now.

“No! I was just. I didn’t want to leave you alone.” Seth looked down. If he was the type, then he would’ve been shuffling his feet.

“Why’s that?” What, is he going to start spewing words of love at first sight?

“I told you, you get me really… excited.”

My face felt really hot right then.

Why the hell did he have say it like that, while looking at me like he really wants to fuck me, which I know he does. But come on! I still have cum in my pants! And it was fucking awkward…

“You’re a retard.” I told him, and he looked taken aback. “You’d better live near. I need to change my pants.”

So does he.

“Just up ahead.” He said sort of distantly sounding, like he was thinking to himself while he talked about something completely different, which I couldn’t do myself, normally.

Hm… there was something on my mind right now, but I can’t remember what it was. I was going to say it out loud.

Did you know that Seth still isn’t wearing a shirt?

“Hey Sethykins?” My favorite nickname for him, even though nicknames are supposed to be smaller.

“Why do… what?”

“Why didn’t we just fly all the way to your house, if you live out in the woods?”

Seth’s face went red, and he wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

“Well?” I prompted.

“It was getting hard to concentrate, all right?”

…

“Were you going to drop me?” I asked, pretty calmly, which made me surprise myself.

“I wasn’t-”

“Were you going to drop me?!” Now, not so calmly. “I am never letting you fly me around again.”

I stormed ahead of him.

Fucker was gonna get me killed.

“Hey, I wasn’t going to let you fall! It was just getting a little hard to catch the air, without making me tired.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

I’m not…

I mean, yeah, I’m not just skin and bones, but I’m not even what could even be almost almost considered a little chubby. Would that be considered skin and bones? I’d like to think I have some muscle.

“No! I’m just not used to carrying people. Especially those who get me…”

Excited?

Or is it… whimpering in pain though it‘s not really pain, cause it‘s actually just images conjured up from your subconscious because you went through some devastating tragedy that you boo hoo over, even though other people probably got worse, but come on, like to sympathized, right, I mean, who wouldn‘t, other than the people who don’t wanted to be pitied, though deep down, they really really do, cause they‘re creepy like that, and no matter what you do, it‘s always going to be like that, cause you can‘t change one, so you should just kill yourself for trying?

That… was sort of morbid.

But, it’s what happens when I let my mind wander. Gotta stop doing that…

Whatever. It’d better be the first though. I don’t want my first to be a scaredy cat.

It’d make a good story. Well, not like I was going to tell anyone, but if I did… Well, who wouldn’t want to say their first was a strong courageous demon?

“I didn’t want to risk it…” Seth went on.

How the hell does he manage to look both sad and guilty at the same time, when he should be looking sexily frustrated?

In my mind.

Nah, he’s already cummed.

I feel really dirty thinking about it.

And it’s still awkward with it in my pants.

He’d better have a change of clothes I can go around in.

I’m not above going nude.

It’s bad for him, is what I’m saying.

And me, if I get aroused. Can’t let him see I’m breaking, now can I?

Unless, of course, my state of arousal affects him, like his does me.

Fuck I’m tired again. Got a fucking headache too.

Ohp, nope, never mind. It’s gone now.

I really need a bed.

The fucker had better have a TV with a nice horror movie dvd selection, because now that I’ve been thinking of zombies, I really want to watch another one with some.

It’d all give me a reason to sneak into Seth’s bed in the middle of the night. Always got to find reasons for that, and use the excuse for as long as you can, before it’s gas runs out, and you have to think of another.

I’m sorry, I forgot what I was talking about halfway through. Something about beans.

“It’s right up there.” What, beans? “My house.”

Another few seconds, and we were at a long gravel road, leading towards a big house that was white. Condo like.

“Nice.”

But how did you get the money for this?

I bet you robbed some banks, didn’t you?

The Flying Bank Robber Strikes Again!!!

Says the newspaper headlines, and captions on the News channel. I’m going to have to watch for it.

“I have a part in a few businesses.”

Why you little fucker…

Always fucking with my views of you all.

I’d call him a bitch, but I’ve always thought it was weird to call a guy a bitch. So, I'll go with bastard.

Baaassstarrrrd.

Hey, it’s much better than music going over and over in my head, right?

~I just ate a grape and I~

Sonuva bitch.

I should’ve never watched that video when Blue asked me too, and no, it’s not some porn video, I know what your thinking, perv.

Just some music vid on the internet. It’s freaking weird, is what it is.

I might have maybe watched it more than once, though.

Hey! I like the beat…

“You coming, then?” Seth said, a little farther ahead, and turned around.

“Yeah.” I hadn’t even noticed that I’d stopped walking.

In all my dreams that I ever had, where I had to run, my legs where always really slow and heavy. I hated it.

Funny thing was, whatever I was running from, never caught up to me.

I’m fast even when I’m slow!

And slow I am…

Thinks all my teachers.

But hey, they’re living a dreary life of teaching idiots, and I get to travel around and soon be fucked by a demon.

HA!

“Come on.”

“Coming!”

If only If only, right?