Dreaming of Demons

Itchan: yeah... I wasn't trying to make him seem to creepy, but it didn't really turn out the way I expected.

Anise: Same here about the daydreaming, actually ;).

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The whole ride up to the city was fucking boring.

I made sure to tell that to Seth. See how bad I could annoy him.

It wasn’t working.

All he did was fucking turn on some shitty music really loudly.

Now that was mean.

The least he could’ve done was put on some sex music or something. Do they even play those kinds so song
over the radio? Is there even such a thing as sex music? I really wouldn’t know, because I hardly even listen to music.

Even if it’s on. I just can’t concentrate on the words, so why does it even matter? Besides, I hate not knowing what they say…

“We there yet?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t be annoying, cause he could very well be mean and make me get out on the side of the road. Or leave me in the city.

Or tie me up and have hot, sweaty sex with my unwilling-though-really-willing body.

God I have it bad.

This was a bad idea.

Unless I actually got what I wanted. Wasn’t quiet sure what that was, either. Dad was always pissed off because of that.

Apparently I’m not that good of a son. He was hoping I’d take over the family business afterwards, but I didn’t ever have the grades for that.

Don’t pay attention, remember?

The teachers were lucky if they got homework from me.

I wonder how I even graduated.

“Are you listening?” Seth asked, and I jumped, before shaking my head. He sighed, before repeating whatever it was that he said. “We’ll be there in another ten minutes or so.”

I decided to be nice and thank him for this. He probably thinks I’m bipolar.

SHIT! I forgot my original plan. I can’t be rude, because I won’t get sexing…

Unless he likes rude…

That leads me to think, who’s going to top? Blue’s led me to believe that bottoms get the more pleasure.

Well, I’m up for just about everything.

Ehehe.

“What are you smirking about?” Seth said, looking at me.

“Nothing,” I said quickly. It was something he probably didn’t want to hear.

Cats are weird. They use their own feet as a pillow. I wish I could do that, that would be cool. Maybe a little freaky, but cool.

I wish I was a cat. They. Are. Adorable.

Probably would have a better chance cuddling up to Seth than I do now.

I was daydreaming when Seth started shaking my shoulder.

“What?” I asked, totally out of it.

“Where do you want to go?” I’m pretty sure I heard him mutter ‘the hospital’ under his breath, though I couldn’t be sure.

“Mall?” I asked, and he nodded, and soon we were there.

I got of the car quickly, noticing that it was pretty nice. Sleek. Black.

Like a cat.

I want to be a cat so bad…

But what if I still wanted Seth to fuck me?

That’s disgusting. Bestiality? No thanks.

Besides, I don’t think animals can even be gay.

Dogs don’t care much for keeping it to their own species, I’ve found. It made me sick when I saw one humping a cat one day.

Well, it gave me excellent ammunition to shoot down any sort of erection I might have.

“You going to go in?” Seth asked, and I nodded.

“You don’t have to come with me,” I told him, when I noticed that he followed me inside. What is he, a dog?

Oh, bad thoughts. Really bad thoughts. Really shouldn’t have thought that. Ugh…

“I have nothing better to do.”

“You must have a lot of time on your hands.” I started wondering around, looking at the shops, trying to remember what the heck I came here for. I saw a video game store, and I wanted to go in there so badly, but it’s not like I had any of my game systems with me.

Damn me.

Fuck me?

Seth? Please?

No. Stop. Now.

Eventually I found a store that jogged my memory. A book store.

Maybe they had a map, because I had no idea where the hell I was going.

That is, if I was going anywhere.

I should just buy a car. Dad’s the one whose going to have to pay. Wonder how he’d like that?

Probably not that much.

“You going to go in or what?” Seth seemed a little impatient.

“I’m thinking about it.” I’m also thinking that I’m really hungry. I really should’ve eaten earlier when I was
at the restaurant/bar thing.

Well sor-ry for not thinking.

It’s the way I was born, as I think I’ve previously stated.

Speak of the devil, my stomach just growled. Funny how it always growls when it’s really quiet.

I turned around, looking for a food court, and quickly found one.

The smell of grease, disinfectant, and baby powder, yum.

Fries. I haven’t had fries in forever. I think the last time was when I left, three days ago.

I ordered them. Lots of salt.

I’m so glad I have a high metabolism. Fuck clogged arteries.

I sat down at a really dirty table, trying to make sure I didn’t put anything in the wet spots, and Seth sat down beside me.

“Did you want something?” I asked while he watched me eat my food. It made me feel a little guilty for some reason. He shook his head anyway.

I handed him one fry, anyway.

“Don’t want anything.” He said, and I looked at him incredulously. He’s lucky I’m even giving him one fry.

After a few more seconds of holding the fry out, he finally took it.

Good, I was starting to think he was anorexic or something.

I hope I didn’t just make him get fat. That’d be bad. I don’t want to be the reason he ruins his figure. Its really hot, and fuckingmeable.

Of course, I doubt one fry would hurt. I’d be worried if he asked for more. He didn’t seem like he was about to though.

“Watcha doin in that little town?” I asked after a while, still not being able to remember what the hell that place was called.

One horse town, came to mind, but I really don’t know what that means. Is there such think as a two horse town then? Does it mean the size of the town, or how many horses are in it. Fuck, I don’t really care.

“Looking for someone.” He said after a minute, looking away. “But I found him.” Then he glanced at me.

FUCKING SHIT. He’s taken…

I’m too late. God dammit!

Take that, Blue. And Bailey.

That’s it, I’m going home, and I’m going to hook up with Bailey’s older brother. That is, if he isn’t taken as well.

They say that the best men are gay or taken. Well, if your gay, then it’s straight or taken. Gays don’t have it all that good, either.

“You alright? You looked pissed,” Seth looked honestly curious, but I waved him off.

You know what? How dare he?! How dare he look so hot and make me realize I’m gay, and then not do anything about it.

Dumb ass.