In the Heat of the Moment

5

“And you’re sure we’re not going to hurt him?”

It’s already noon and the heat is making me dizzy my vision hazy; and even though patience is a very important quality to have in my line of work, I find that I am on the verge of slitting his throat to stop his ceaselessly annoying questions. Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this? Won’t anyone know he’s missing? How will we get away if the cops get there? Is there a plan B?

I grit my teeth and count to ten, the only thing revealing my anything but calm state of mind, my narrowed eyes. How the fuck am I going to spend an entire week with this guy? I take a deep breath and hold it. I guess if you really want to accomplish something as difficult as this, you have to make equally difficult sacrifices.

“NO JASON, FOR THE THIRD TIME NOW,” I reply sharply slowly emphasising each word. “And as I said before, all your questions will be answered in due time.”

I look him in his pretty grey eyes and smile a cute dimpled smile which of course I know reaches nowhere near my hollow soulless eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?” I tease.

As I pour what’s left of my lukewarm bottled water over my head, I see him out the corner of my eye looking at Garrison in disbelief; and I think that if it were me in his shoes I wouldn’t trust me either…but then again…I’ve never really trusted anyone, have I? What surprises me is that that hippy weirdo he likes is going along with everything so easily. I wonder if I suggest that he help me blow up somewhere while sucking my cock he’ll be just as cooperative? I swear, all those sand nigger genes on his mother’s side must have made him fucking retarded. Yeah, them and their fucking bombs, weird accents and dumb culture.

“Garrison I don’t trust this guy! We barely know him. I mean doesn’t any of this seem just the slightest bit strange to you? Kidnapping a rockstar? Think about it. He’s never really said anything to us since high school and he just turns up and asks us to help him with this- this thing, whatever the hell he’s trying to pull like we’ve been friends all our lives.”

Garrison’s answer is muffled to me as the sound of sirens become audible and a fire engine screeches around the corner. It horn blares at two little girls who are standing almost in the middle of the street. Screams and hollers seem to come from all directions and we all race down the road to a house where the fire engine has halted and a crowd is beginning to form. We can see from across the street that the house is in flames, and I wonder with all my great vigilance how I did not manage to notice that a house was on fire. It must be the heat, I think. Even if I didn’t see it, just the scorching heat emanating from across the road and a woman’s devastated screams and cries should have told me alone. I think that something like this can’t have happened at a worse time, and again I blame the damn heat. Either way, they have to put it out before it spreads to my house, which is not too far away from this one. Now I’m hyperventilating and scratching my head furiously. To anyone else it might look as if the heat is getting to me, but it’s actually the irritation and the worry that the fire might destroy all my plans…

Through all this heat and noise and confusion I’m still not too miffed or distracted to hear the two voices conversing softly behind me…not one bit…and I begin to wonder if in the future I should find a way to make it help me with my plans.

I take out my penknife and flip it open, making it appear as if I’m cleaning my nails with it when I’m actually watching them both in the cold shiny blade. My hearing has always been sharp, so I have no problem hearing what they’re saying, so I concentrate on blocking out every single other voice and noise around me and focus on what they’re saying. I sneer at their idiotic attempt to evade me. How can they? I’m as slick as lubed up wet pussy.

“Look at that,” whispers Jason. “Don’t you think that we already have excitement in our lives right now? Or do you need something bigger like murder to happen before you notice it’s there? We don’t know anything about the guy or what he plans to do, so let’s ditch him.”

Garrison is still staring ahead at the commotion looking hypnotized by the flames as they rise in all their glory from the house into the air. He is as unmoving except for his right thumb which caresses the petals of a small white flower he picked up on his way to the scene.

“Why don’t you trust him at all? You’re still angry about Julie aren’t you? I kept telling you she wasn’t right for you Jason. You two were two completely different people…You know she slept with him to get back at you for spending more time with me, right?” Garrison answered softly.

I raise and eyebrow and then chuckle softly. Not exactly right, I think to myself. The bitch was ATTEMPTING to use me, but since she’s not as slick as me, I found out and decided to punish her. I drugged her and fucked her over and over with my angry red pussy popper till she passed out. The bitch seemed to have lost her memory and to this day she has no idea what happened. Ugh…just thinking about how I am going to tear Espen and make him scream with it makes the 13 ½ inch monster in my pants rock hard. I am so aroused, that for a moment I yearn to take it out and stroke it amongst all those people; but Jason’s next words drives me from my thoughts, and again I focus on their reflection in the blade.

I see Jason turn to Garrison and only his silver eyes reveal what I think is the pain, desperation and longing he feels out of having to restrain himself from kissing him in public and not having the courage to say he likes him more than a best friend for all these years. By now I feel like I’m watching a very bad chick flick and Hugh Grant is going to emerge any second from behind someone’s hedge. I narrow my eyes in disgust and wait for them to continue. Maybe the good thing about this is that I’ll be able to think about them fucking while jerking off later. I grunt. Not a bad idea at all.

“Garrison, I’ve loved you for a very long time. You ask me if I still feel for Julie, but it’s only now that I know I never did. I only liked the idea of who she was and what she represented, never her. You don’t have to accept me, and believe me, if you don’t I’ll completely understand.”

He pauses and sighs. Even I am so captivated by what he has to say that I nearly forget that I’m eavesdropping and turn around.

“But no matter what, just remember that the last thing I’d want to happen is for you to get hurt. I’m telling you, I have a VERY bad feeling about this. Forget about Julie. Forget about all the things he’s ever done to ruin my life, and take a good look at him. Something just…isn’t right.”

By this time Garrison has turned to him with his mouth half opened in shock, too much shock to make even the slightest sound. I almost consider going there and breaking up the foolishness that is taking place behind me, but I think to myself that now is not the time, and I might screw up every last one of my plans if I act prematurely and have to start again from scratch. I think that if anything I should use this to my advantage by playing counselor, you know, act as a catalyst and meanwhile get them to trust me even though I couldn’t give a shit about them.

I look at Garrison again and he looks as if he’s finally gotten the balls to say something.

“Oh God…”

He inhales and blinks, closes his mouth for the first time and then opens it again to speak.

“You…You’re…I don’t-I don’t swing that way man.” He scratches his head and his face is a mask of shock, disbelief and confusion.

“I didn’t expect you to,” Jason mutters and a vein emerges on his forehead.

I roll my eyes.

“No matter what you chose to do, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if you allow me.”

Garrison blinks.

“Jason, I don’t…”
“No, no it’s okay. Don’t worry about me. Just tell me if you still want to go ahead with this.”

“Y-Yes…I want to…”



It isn’t much longer before they manage to extinguish the fire and people start heading back to where they came from. Garrison, me and Jason silently walk back to our spot before someone else decides to occupy it. I feign ignorance of their previous conversation and pretend to be concerned about the awkwardness between the two.

We reach back in five minutes and almost immediately I seat myself beneath the dry almost leafless tree, and Garrison, seats himself a little further for Jason than before. The corners of my mouth curve upward.

“So, are you guys still okay with all this?”

Jason replies with a grunt and Garrison mumbles something. I raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I smile sweetly. “Well, I think it’s time to get started, don’t you? The concert, our only chance to make our move is only a few minutes away; so bearing this in mind, I had one of my sources collect some info on our rockstar.”

I watch as they both perk up and look interested, especially Jason. He also looks a little confused.

“I don’t get it. Nobody knows anything about him or his private life. How’d you manage to do that?”

“That is indeed true my friend. Espen is well know for his ability to evade the media and craves his privacy; but don’t you worry about that,” I answer. “Just follow my instructions and nothing will happen to either one of you.”

“You still haven’t told us why what you want us to do or why we’re here,” says Garrison. “I really am beginning to wonder about all this.”

Jason smiles.

“Just be patient, there will be three more people let in on everything. We’ll meet the first of those three tomorrow who will play a very important role in everything. That will be it for now. Tomorrow we’ll talk more.”

Jason raises an eyebrow.

“That’s what you called us here for today? You could have just called, text or emailed the both of us.”

“No,” I reply. “I’d rather not.”

“Why?”

“They screen text messages, emails and phone calls since they’re afraid of terrorist attacks. It will be easier for them to screw everything up if we do things that way. They’ll kick our doors in and we won’t ever be able to get anywhere near him or one of his concerts again.”

“You can’t be serious. You think they’ll believe that we’re planning a terrorist attack? He’s just a fucking rockstar…”

“Metal star,” I correct him. “Rockstars are pussies who wear eyeliner, dye their hair, whore out to their mainstream audiences and can’t sing for shit.”

“Whatever…Just tell me, what exactly are we getting ourselves into? Who the hell is this guy?”

I get up and stretch losing interest. I’m hungry and tired and I want to go home.

“You’ll find out in time. Just trust me.”




Erm…sorry for the late update and the bad writing >.<
This story will get somewhere soon, I promise.