| Love Sick |
"Lizzie, I don't really feel like this is my scene." a very uncomfotable Derrick smiled awkwardly at two built tan man
who were eyeing him form the bar, raising their glasses at him.
"This tie I think is a bit much as well", Oh liz, such good intentions she has for Derrick, they feel very misplaced
in the same notion. Present moment Liz had him decked out Crimson Prada and a 3 piece suit to match, a muscle tight fit,
Derrick gazed sheepishly, again, at his glass of bourbon, on the rocks, His passionate guardian angel, one not preffered insisted.
He wanted to be honest, he wasn't really much of a drinker, wan't really much of anything but gay. The last few months have been hell,
mostly becuase Liz, his undying best friend, had wanted him to get out more. All he wanted was to crawl inside, inside the closet that is.
He couldn't help wondering why all these men were staring at him, not even being ploite, almost oggling, is that even a word, who cares, he
loved it enough. all thanks to liz no doubt, she made it her lifes dream to invent new words and have everyone love them, and sad part is it
worked her words were penetrating his vocabulary like a virgin and a Channing tatum, soaking it all in. God i'm such a pervert I am, but who
wouldn't be at that enormous b-,
"Dee?" A very typsy Liz was waving him over at a gorgeous blue eyed devil shooting a crooked grin at him, Derrick was so caught up in his
'fantasies' he'd almost lost track of his little ray of sunshine in this bar.
"Do I have something on my face, all these guys are looking at me, I feel dirty,"
The two coaxing me over began to laugh uncontrollably, "Oh, darling they are not looking at your clothes, but preferably whats underneath," Derrick
could swear his face turned as red as a stop sign, his ear were on fire, he proceded to take a sip of the bourbon, embarrassed, but instantly
regretted it, somehow it seemed to make it better and worse. He still felt embarrassed but more likely to laugh at himself as well.
"Anyway how do you do James O' Connor," The blonde serpent from Liz's side gestured to a handshake with a stunning lapis lapzuli bukging out
of it.
"Fine, Derrick Chase," James began to choke on his martini,He took a double take at derrick,
"Beg your pardon? Derrick? Derrick. I hate that name. let us adopt you a new one. I collect people,
as in you, Mr. Flawless, your going to be all mine."
Derrick didn't know it if it was the bourbon or james but he was starting to feel lovesick.
He didn't want to be Mr. Flawless at anything.
"His only flaw is being flawless" James husky, seductive, words clung to him till,
a bile shortly followed into he toilet.