Dreams of Cabaret_12
DREAMS OF CABARET
The entirety of Gerard's stay with us, we were inseparable! I could NOT bare to be away from him. I followed him every where; even on little rounds and odd jobs. I was intrigued, fascinated, astonished by this man. He was really something special. The way he worked was brilliant. He could sing, write, draw. The things his mind produced absolutely blew my fucking mind to pieces. And his personality: so charming, so sassy, so sweet...such a gentlemen! I was absolutely infatuated with him. Ryan knew this, and demanded a daily 'report'. I was more than happy to obligate him.
At present, I was heading up to Ryan's room- eager to share stories of BOTH our romances. Ryan jumped in surprise as I cracked open the door. He leapt for me, bringing me down to the cold floor.
"Hey" He greeted me coolly.
"Hey" I couldn't help but to laugh. A more than stupid grin, plastered across my child like face. But before I knew what had hit me; or rather, w
EVERYONE LOVES TWINKIES
Gerard and I were lounging on the couch, watching 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers'. A classic.A box of twinkies was propped on the coffee table next to my empty liter of coke. I was wearing my blue pullover and a pair of old, worn out tight pants. Gerard wore his denim jacket. His pants had a rather obvious rip right below his crotch. How could I not notice? It was so noticeable. I'm sure it's just coincidence that all his pants have a rip at the crotch.
Ray and Mikey had taken our little girls out for a few hours. Meaning, Gerard and I were completely alone, and I started getting a strong craving. Impulseive. Mind blowing craving. I needed it. I wanted the sticky, white substance on my tongue. I longed for the taste. I debated as to whether or not I should...Aw fuck it! GIVE ME SOME SUGAR!!!
I lurched forward, seizing the box. I tossed four twinkies, neatly wrapped in clear packaging, on my lap. I attacked one, ripping off the pla
Ryan had been staying with my family and I for about a week now. I couldn't complain. I loved having Ryan around, but I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I felt as if I had taken the Ross' son. Even though it was, in fact, his decision to leave. I don't know. Maybe I was too soft. My conscious often weighed heavier than my ego. Well, what ego I did have.
I rolled over in my bed, Ryan was sound asleep. He looked so cute. I admired him silently as he slept. He needed his rest, so I didn't wake him. We both had been swamped lately. Prepping for college, taking exams, getting letters of recommendation. I may have failed to mention this earlier, but were seniors. So excuse me if I don't sound as enticing as I usually would. I'm under a lot of stress. You have no idea the pressure I've been under.
"Dum-du-du-duumdu-du-dum-duum. Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on you" I sang in a whisper. This caused Ryan to stretch and yawn. I dod