cream and sugar

a sexy blend of lustra's scotty doesn't know and otown's we fit together.

It’s a hell of a good thing I spend much more time awake than asleep

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blonde Norwegian. Norwegian or Swedish. It doesn’t matter. Faint accent. Of the tall pasty athletic persuasion. Less than attractive complexion. Perfectly messy hair. Most awkward manner of dancing. ever. I’m embarrassed for him. Hell there’s not even music playing. But he complains of other things. How he used to be fatter and the arbitrary system of social ostracism has not yet been revoked by his new stunning physique. Where the hell am I supposed to know you from? Where did mikey and brian go? Just a second ago…
The usual greeting. What’s up. dog. With the amusingly unpreppy handshake. I never realized the conversation hardly ever goes beyond that. A dynamic duo we made. Slacker boy meets overachiever girl. Best world geography projects. ever. Shake it up baby. Voice inflections. That breath that precedes exciting news. Hey you’ll never believe who…
Holy crap. Whoa. Wait. Of course of course, it’s January. He graduated. I think. It’s summer break no? yes yes it was around this time he came to see me last year. I completely overwhelmed the poor aussie boy with my 100 wpm voice on the phone. But I do that to everyone. He gives perfect hugs. Asks me what I would do if I were in his position. hm? I missed something. I missed a lot. Maybe he wants me to forgive him for staying in Australia. Of course I knew he was staying. Living abroad. Wow. Never really considered it. International baccalaureate. It doesn’t matter. So long as he likes it. Which I’m sure he does. And there’ll always be January.
Somewhere meshed in there. meekil is back. Wearing his Stanford sweatshirt. How dashing. Just like the debate patch on the letter jacket. The window is clear. Obviously. Well I mean it might not be polite to stare at them outside. Oh. Sorry. Somewhere there’s a little dance class without a door. Taught by lindy who couldn’t possibly be a civilian she was so extraordinarily flawless. Those are like really cute pink tulle skirts. I dig your satin ribbon headband. Nice. Yea she was a fashion icon of sorts. I’ve heard my best friend gush too much about that. The scene flips back and forth with the computer screen.
Rubber ducky you're the one david replies to my email. I forgot what I asked. I don’t really need help. He says something about one account for the team. Why do I need to talk to them again? Oh. Spirit. Riiight. Thanks buddy.
And. Guilt rears its fugly little head. A four letter word I don’t care to think about anymore. Why the hell did he have to write that. I don’t need your confessions. Keep your feelings to yourself kiddo. Wow heartless bitch. Totally. Very vicious. I’m sorry. Only not that much actually. Next time don’t be so ‘out of this world.’ fine fine I’ll type it back. was that another lie? Horrendous. Ouch. You can’t take that kind of stuff back you know. Yea I know, but if I avoid it long enough maybe he’ll give up. Great…
Ew. So Norwegian boy holds his breath a long long time. Dives to the bottom to pick up gold coins. Why am I swimming? I don’t like water. Get out, dry off, wave goodbye. Holy crap I don’t even know your name. too late to care now.
It’s a dark and nonstormy night. Polite greetings. Everyone’s a monsieur. Suburbia turns to woods turns to hotel rooms turns to southwest barren Death Comes to the Archbishop by Willa Cather country turns to mules on the side of a mountain tourist attraction san Antonio.
What. the. hell. Loss of respect. Totally.
Turn to the right. Nope Richard didn’t call to wake me up today. The bagel bites are in the microwave because I’m too damn lazy to preheat the oven

And all the while she thinks of his lips forming the word gorgeous