Desir
I originally put this story up a few years ago, but I am back on this blog and I'm wondering where in the hell is everyone at? Hyperfitched, niceoneblondie, circle142, and everyone else. Did you guys die? Lol. I miss reading your stories. Luckily, I have been enjoying a piece by miss maraudeur, "Educating Naomi", which everyone is going crazy about. You truly are an exceptionable writer madame. So, I'm not good at writing. In fact, I'm shit at it. I tend to write too much about what is going on and not enough emotions. I wish teacher Emily could help me. ;) However; I'm going to give it a go because to me this is a form of release. I hope you all like it please leave a review if you want me to continue it or not. Just for the record I don't know French. Like at all! So if I mess up on something, I'm sorry. Anyways, I'm going to shut up now. Let's get on with story shall we?
"Oh fuck! Oh god. Right there baby. Don't stop. Oh Fuck. I'm coming!", and with one final moan, I make my legs shake and act like I'm having the most amazing orgasm.
"That was amazing, baby", I said as I get out of bed and put my clothes as fast as I can. Look I'm not one for cuddling and all that lovey dovey shit. I never have been. And we all know a fuck is just a fuck; which this was. I met her in a pub, she was with some people and a dance floor in another room. When the music started everyone had gone onto the dance floor, except her. She just was resting her arms on the bar. So, I went over there and well we are here.
"Naomi, do you want to stay?", the petite girl said in a french accent.
"Oh.. um.. I can't sweetie. I've got to go write a paper and it's already half nine.", I said smoothly and kissed her cheek. I grabbed my black leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the couch.
The girl looked disappointed, but shook her head understanding. Suddenly the girl grabs a scrap piece of paper and writes her name down.
"Bye", I awkwardly say since I haven't heard a word from her
"Wait!"
Shit
She rushes toward the front door.
"Here. Call me sometime. Okay", she smiled brightly and skipped off.
It pains me to see that look on her face. The look of hope. Excitement. Love. I don't do that. I don't do relationships. They are a pain in the ass. I like things to just be simple.
I zip up my jacket and throw the piece of paper the girl gave me in the nearest bin. I take out my ipod and put my earbuds in. I put it on shuffle and ironically "I wanna be yours"by Arctic Monkeys comes on.
I walk down the streets breathing in the culture and taking in architecture and cafes and people interacting with each other. They are actually living. Oh, I forgot to mention, I live in Paris. I go to uni here studying history. I know it's lame but I like it. My roommate is the weirdest girl ever. Her name is Pandora, but wants to be called Panda. Totally opposite of me. I took her to a club one time and I was so embarrassed. I can't describe her dancing. I guess I would describe it like Eminem song "Won't back down". The lyrics shake your ass like a donkey with parkinsons. Yep, that's Panda. What is even more strange is that Panda and I are both from England. Thank god. I don't think I could take pointing at objects all year.
I grabbed a coffee from the near by café. I start to cross the street to the other side. My earbuds are still in my ears and I'm shuffling for a song. I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and a mobylette is headed my way. Fuck Fuck Fuck. I manage to move out of the way except for my right arm that got handlebar mirror. Fuck this hurts. Goddamn it! I groan. A few passerbys come over to help me. Whoever was on that damn thing is going to get their fucking ass beat.
Just when I think that a boy comes over with a helmet in his hand. He was cute for a guy. Black hair, tan skin, and ripped jeans. He rushes over, pushing his way through people.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you", he said genuinely.
"It's kind of hard to miss a person wanker", I spit back. Still clutching my arm. God this shit hurt.
The passerbys start to leave.
Naomi whimpered.
"D'you want me to take you to hospital?", he asked with concern
"No. No. I'll be fine."
"I insist. One of my mates is a nurse. Let her take a look"
I don't know what to do in this situation. I should go to my dorm. I have no idea what this guy is capable of. But, I do want someone to check it.
"Alright. Okay"
He hands me the helmet. I put it on. We walk toward the mobylette to get on.
"Just please don't get into anymore crashes. I;m Naomi by the way." I teased him
He laughed. " Freddie. I promise. My friend would kill me if anything happened to it."
About ten minutes later, we reach our destination. We get off and I follow Freddie up the beautiful old brick building. He opens the door and waves for me to go in first.
"Eff!", Freddie calls out.
All I could think about when I walked in is THIS PLACE IS HUGE! The living room is on the right when you first walk; which has a sofa, an automan, and a recliner. There was no telly anywhere. However; I noticed an old record player sitting on a shelf with a stack full of vinyl.
The space between the living room was even bigger with wooden floors. The whole downstairs was open, except of course the toilet.
"Effy!", the tan skinned boy kept shouting.
"I hear you Freddie. I'm not fucking deaf", said the irritated bony brunette.
"This is Naomi", I walked forward and presented myself.
The girl scanned me. She looked puzzled.
"We had an accident. Well I did and I ran into her with the bike and hit her right arm.", he explained.
"So you just assumed that I would help her", she was playing with him.
"Well I was hoping so, since it's the least I could do for her."
Effy turned her head and eyed me again and then smirked.
God, I was right I shouldn't have come here. This is like a weird fucking dream.
As I was thinking about all the reasons why I shouldn't be there I was interrupted.
"Naomi!" had she been shouting all this time.
"Sorry"
"Go have a seat a the kitchen table. I'm going to go get my stuff", she said and ran up a narrow flight of stairs that twisted around to go up. They own the whole place? Must be daddy's money.
Freddie sat down next to me. He took out his skins and laid them on the table. He began to do his thing.
"How many are you making?", I curiously asked.
"Uh.. Maybe ten. I don't know." He said not looking at me concentrating on breaking the weed apart. To be honest I'm hoping to play my cards right and get a few hits off that.
Effy appears from out of nowhere and I jump. Fuck.
"Sorry", the sneaky brunette chuckled.
"Alright, Let's do this. Give me your arm."
Thirty minutes later I was in a sling that Effy gave me. Luckily my arm isn't broken, just fractured.
We're all still sitting at the kitchen table, just awkwardly staring at each other.
Well this is creepy. I start to get up.
"I should get going-
"No. Stay for a little while longer", Freddie said quickly. "We'll go sit in the living room and put a record on.", he got up and started getting things ready like I had no choice.
"Okay. Sure.", I say to know one in particular.
"Effy, come on." Freddie shouted.
"Yeah, turn the music on", she said grabbing a lighter and something else in her hand.
Freddie puts on the record, The Weeknd
Freddie pulls out a spliff and lights it. He inhales twice. And passes it to Effy. As she inhales she closes her eyes and blows. She's probably feeling a little good. It hasn't hit her yet though. She takes one more puff blows out and sucks the smoke back in.
"Do you want some Naomi" she hands it to me.
"Sure!", I rapidly said; which made me feel like a wanker.
Effy just looks at me and starts chortling.
"I bet", raising her eyebrows and simpering.
I don't know where the time went. We all talked about where we are from, discussed music, and the stoners talk of philosophy. Fuck I'm so fucked up. That was some damn good kush.
"I'm hungry", said Freddie giggling
"Someone's got the munchies than?", I teased. I was quite hungry myself. I wondered if they had any garibaldi's.
"I'll cook us something", Freddie said getting up off the couch.
I started to stand up like I was getting ready to go and immediately Effy told me to sit down.
"We have more people coming", said Effy laying down on the carpet floor.
So, I just chilled out on the couch. My arms behind the couch, grabbing onto it. We're still listening to The Weeknd "The Birds Pt 1.".
All of a sudden I hear a door open and girls voices are talking, one sounds husky and one sounds spaced out. I'm too stoned to look around to introduce myself.
I hear them move into the kitchen. They are talking loudly and giggling. Than I hear them whispering.
Suddenly, a scrawny blonde girl who's smirking appears. She briskly comes toward me and I don't know what to do. Should I hit her with a pillow? Should I crawl into a ball? But all she does is put her arms around me and when I finally relaxed I hugged her back.
"Hi… You're Naomi. I'm Cassie.", she said enthusiastically
"Nice to meet you", not knowing what else to say.
I forget Effy is on the floor until she stands up and takes the needle off then flips it over and I guess finds the right track. She puts the needle down where it needs to be and the music starts playing. Effy walks out of the room and into the kitchen. I don't know what to do so I just sit on the couch and spread my arms out over the back of the couch.
Suddenly a red-headed woman appears. First I didn't notice anyone there, but holy shit!
I think she's the hottest woman I have ever seen. She is wearing high heel shoes with stockings a black skirt, and a button down white t-shirt that showed just enough cleavage. She was coming toward me with a sexy smile and the way her hips swayed made me want to take her right there. God she is beautiful. We would make a cute couple. Wait! What am I saying? I'm Naomi Fucking Campbell. I don't do relationships. I could fuck her or just think about it. But, why do I have butterflies in my stomach.
Getting out of my lust faze, I stood up as she approached me.
"Hi, I'm Emily", she said extending her hand out for me to shake.I was just thinking about her voice. That raspy, sexy voice. I shook hands and when we shook, I swear it felt like a 1,000 bolts of electricity went through my body.
Fuck. I think I'm in trouble.