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Omg you ladies are so funny. I looked into the bracelets.. it was late and I don't really know if I placed an order or not. I guess I'll wait for a phone call lol. If they are cheep enough maybe I'll do a contest to give them away.

A couple of people are excited for Alice and Brown Eyes to meet.. let's just say it's going to be powerful *wink*.

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Chapter Ten

Stalkerboy POV

I should have known Brown Eyes wasn't an easy woman to uphold.

She's rock hard on the outside and I'm not an idiot, I knew she was crying when I gave her that album. Lucky for her, I run from anything and everything to do with a crying woman, so I didn't call her out or anything. Growing up with emotional geeky ass Ali, I had to learn to pick my battles because a crying woman always wins.

Even if she glued glitter onto your CD collection so that she could hang them from her ceiling.

Oh, I got back at her for that one by lighting her box of Thor comics on fire with a Zippo and some lighter fluid, but still. Her crying got her out of being grounded while I spent three weeks in purgatory. Three weeks of chores and, when I had a moment that daddy dearest wasn't riding my ass, I got to peel the glitter and glue off of each CD by hand. Let's not even bring up my mother and her emotional problems every time my father didn't return home in time for dinner or came home smelling like bar skank.

Tears are not my forté and as much as I'd like to get to know Brown Eyes, hers aren't any different.

Right now she's crying, but it's not because she's sad or because I just gave her a fuck awesome gift like Disintegration.

"You want to go out with me?" she snorts, wiping her eyes once she has had her laughs.

One hand is holding her side because apparently me asking her out has put her in stitches.

I nod.

"What makes you think I want to go out with you Stalkerboy?" she asks, wiping her eyes, a mean smile on her red face.

"Um... 'cause," I stupidly answer because I'm sort of in shock.

Never had a chick laugh at a date invitation before.

My larger than normal ego is a bit wounded.

"'Cause? Come on your going to have to do better than that." She clutches her side and breaks out into yet another fit of laughter. "'Cause."

I take a quick glance at Uncle Charlie and he gives me the thumbs up and a knowing smile. And then he makes this weird pushing gesture like he's trying to be a mime or some shit.

How in the hell is a thumbs up, a smile and a fucking mute gesture supposed to help me out? I never learned sign language. Just the dirty words.

Brown Eyes lets out a snort and covers her mouth with her hand in embarrassment.

Bingo!

"You sound like a pig," I poke fun at her animalistic sound because she made fun of my animalistic facial expression earlier.

Her eyes narrow. "For someone trying to get a date, you sure as hell aren't getting anywhere with insults. I'm not that type of girl, Stalkerboy."

"Bu-but," I stutter before slumping in defeat.

I'm sweating like a prepubescent geek-excuse me nerd stuck with the head cheerleader during an enduring game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. I haven't stuttered since third grade when daddy bought me a speech therapist to help with my impediment.

Brown Eyes is putting all that money to waste.

"But what? You thought you could just waltz in here and ask me out and because you brought me a record, you thought that I'd grovel at your feet?" She stands up with a serious expression on her still smiling face. "That I'd get on my hands and knees and suck you off because you brought me something you probably didn't even have to pay for?"

Suck me off? I'm pretty sure I'd remember saying that... right?

"Whoa whoa whoa!" I hold my hands up in surrender. "I'd never degrade your honor with such crass thinking."

And she's on the floor, holding her side and laughing her head off again. "Who the fuck talks like that? Degrade my honor? What is this the nineteenth century?"

I turn to Uncle Charlie for a little guidance.

This time I get two fucking thumbs up.

Yeah, sit on one and rotate asshole.

"Degrade my honor," she snickers.

And despite the teasing and merciless laughter right in front of my face, I find myself even more turned on than before I saw her punch Skirt all those weeks ago. Luckily I'm sitting down. Because these slacks do nothing to conceal the anaconda fighting its way out of my pants.

Oh, but I didn't calculate Brown Eyes falling to the floor in her bout of hysteria.

She sits up.

She's right beside where I'm sitting.

Head level with my boner.

Her eyes go wide.

I debate whether or not I should cover him with my hands because that could unintentionally make me look like a fucking pervert.

I mean, I'm a pervert, but still grabbing your stiffy in front of a lady that's not about to grab it, too, is just unethical.

My ego is now the size of one of those grains of rice that the inbred carnies write people's names on for money at the county fair. All because a chick saw my boner at the most inopportune time.

I stand up... with difficulty.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go." I adjust my pants because she's already seen it. Might as well make sure I don't break it trying to walk home. "Go dig a hole in the east cemetery and bury myself alive. Yep. Nice knowing you."

Before I can make it to the door she calls my name. Well the name she's given me.

Her voice holds no laughter this time.

It would probably be a bad idea to turn around, but I can't fucking help it. She's like a siren.

I turn around.

She's still wiping her joyful tears from her eyes.

"Pick me up here at seven."

"Why? Pity?"

"Because it wouldn't be smart to tell my stalker where I live," she smiles. "Now would it?"

I think the next chapter is my favorite so far. You might have to wait until Monday for it though. I'm pulling a double tomorrow and my dad's going in for surgery on Tuesday so everything is pretty much crazy around my house. See you soon!

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