Ok, seeing as how I'm an idiot, I'm gonna switch over to first person
again....writting from Dom's POV unless otherwise specified. Oh yeah:
Disclaimer-type-shit: I dont own any of the characters from the motion picture, The Fast and The Furious, nor am I associated with Universal in any way.
Forgot to put that in last time. Whfew....hate for someone to sue me and get my crappy pc, a few ties, some spongebob paraphanailia. and a collection of Vin Diesel and Michelle Rodriguez movies....*wipes collected sweat from brow in relief*
^-----SARCASM!
Love 101: Always help a woman in distress
What the hell have I gotten myself into? This night is gonna be like watching Titanic. I'm gonna spend too much money, and it's never gonna end. I sigh and pull into the driveway. If I'm already nervous, how am I gonna get through the night? I walk in the house and throw down my keys on the fron table. Hearing Mia, in the kitchen I walk in. Great, Letty's with her. Seriously this day keeps getting better.
"Mia...Letty", I nod grabbing an apple.
"Hey bro", Mia scibbles widly in a notebook, never looking up.
"Hey Dom.......How ya livin, man?", Letty puts her pen down. I try not make eye contact with her, but I just can't help it. I glance into them for only a second, cause I know if I stare longer she'll read me, and know that I'm in love with her. I swear, every sinlge time I look at her, for the first few seconds, that song 'What's It Gonna Be?" by Busta Rhymes and Janet Jackson plays in my head. Shit. Did she ask me a question?
"Good I guess....How bout you?", I respond quickly, hoping she didn't notice me fantasizing about her rising out of a pool of water, with a bikini on, and that song playing.
"Ahhh, I'm alright....this senior english fucking sucks", she closes her book and streches in her chair, exposing her tummy like one of those 40's peep-show booths. I tear my eyes away as Mia throws down her pen.
"I told Mia to get you to help us, but she refused", Letty giggles, landing a piece of crumpled paper in the front of Mia's shirt. Damn, even her laugh is beautiful. Letty's not like any other girl I've known. She's better. Better than the vile bastards she chooses to date. Better than all the loose chicks Vince, and Leon find. Better than me, too good for me. I don't think she actually knows how incredibly astounding she is. I wonder if anyone has even told her. I gotta stop thinking about her. Torturing myself isn't gonna help anyone. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"I didn't refuse....I just said that he probably wouldn't want to, he has class tommorow, right?", Mia looks up at me briefly before regaining her pen and pressing on.
"Yeah, but if you need help......you know I don't mind", I sti down and grab loose papers laying on the kitchen table.
"Well Letty is doing english. I'm okay with this Pre-Calc, so...", she writes and looks back and forth between her book and paper rapidly.
"Yeah, this Beowulf shit is killing me.........it's like written in fucking Yiddish or something", Letty frowns holding the book up.
"Have you read it all?", I ask her.
"Yeah, but, it's like....I read the words, but I didnt [b]read[/b] it.....ya know?....I don't get it", she runs a hand back through her hair. She looks back up at me and that fucking song starts playing again.
"So can you help me take this top off?", she asks, dripping wet. I just stare dumbfounded as she unties the strings.
"So can you help me?", she asks again, for real this time. She waves a hand in front of my face as I snap out of it, very aware of the standing ovation being given for her under the table.
'Yeah.....yeah", I answer quickly again. I have to stop doing this. No more eye contact.
"Well.......ummm....so you know that he's......you know what.........hold on", I start intending to get up. The tighness reminds me of my pending woody, and I ask Mia to go get a movie from the living room.
"Why can't you get it?", she protest.
"I just can't" I remark dryly. She goeas and gets it, thank God.
"What's this?", Letty picks up the glossy cardboard video box.
"It's The Thirteenth Warrior. It'll make the book, make a little more sense. Now, it's not exactly like the book, but the basic plot is just like Beowulf. There's no Grendal, but it's like about the monsters killing people and the warriors going to kill the monsters. The main warrior guy in the movie is basically Beowulf.....so....", I explain. She graces me with her smile. I think I'm actually blushing. Is it possible to WILL your face NOT to blush, cause I'm gonna try it.
"Thanks a mil, Dom.........I really appreciate this", she touches knuckles with me and my skin tingles were we meet.
"No problem", I try to casually welcome her.
"Kay Mia, I gotta go, but I'll be back later.........hey,maybe you could watch this with me and explain some stuff", she asks me getting up and grabbing her books into a pile under her arm. I nod and smile. Even though I hate when people ask questions or talk during a movie, I gotta say, that I honestly wouldn't give a shit if it was Letty. She could read the phone book, in a British accent, wearing a potato sack, and she would still have my full attention. I'm pathetic.
"Alright, later ", she leaves laughing and smiling.
"Later", I finally vocalize, after she's already out the door.
"You're pathetic", she laughs jokingly at me as we sit at the table.
"I know.....but thank you for reminding me", I sigh sarcastically.
"Shit!", I spit unconsciously. I try not to use languge like that, out loud at least, cause I don't want Mia to have a reason to do the same.
"What?", she asks still never lookng up.
"I have a date tonight, and Letty's comming over", I remember. That's gonna make the date all the more worse, knowing that I could be here, with her. Mia begins laughing, then laughs even harder.
"It's not funny", I remark sulking.
"Yes it is!........Not just cause YOU'RE going on a another ridiculous date with some skank that has the I.Q. of a breadcrumb, but also because Letty's gonna be here........and your're not", she chuckles the last in a mocking sing-song. I frown at her with cold eyes. This is my support....my only sibling......my loving sister.
"Why do you let Vince do these things to you?..........you know it's only gonna end in.....her wanting to get into you're pants, and you wanting to get the hell out of there...", she smiles, knowing she's absolutly right.
"He's just trying to help", I sigh getting up and walking to my room.
"Yeah........help you get laid!", she yells from the kitchen. Again, I sigh grinding my teeth. I've never met someone so inten on getting his friend laid. It's like his life's purpose to make me have sex with a stranger. I'm not saying that I don't want to have sex, but I want it to mean something, and I want her to mean something to me. Vince says that I think too much like a chick. He says that's an advantage, but it's still not helping me. It kinda hurt my feelings when he said that, but I know he means well. No guy wants to be told he thinks like a girl, though. I go into my room and lay down. I'm 19 years old and I've never had sex. Don't tell anyone, it'll only fuel the fire. It's by choice though. Every since I started working out, to keep guys from messing with me, girls are all over me for about a second, but then I open my mouth and ask them the last book they read, and it's all down hill. I used to get picked on constantly and no one ever wanted to date me, so for both reasons, I started working out. People don't pick on me anymore, and I can get dates, but no one ever goes out with me just to enjoy my company. I could've been with plenty of girls by now, but that thought just freaks me out. Being naked in front of someone I've only know for a total of 3 hours is a petrifying thought. They tell me how good I look, I tell them I think they're pretty, they press there prefume drenched bodies against mine, and I panic. I just panic and get out of there as quick as I can. That also doesnt help people see me as completely heterosexual. I've heard them whisper, call me a faggot. I just brush it off. I know the truth. The more I think about it, the more I wanna call Vince and cancel. Come on Dom, be positve. Maybe tonight WILL be different.
Disclaimer-type-shit: I dont own any of the characters from the motion picture, The Fast and The Furious, nor am I associated with Universal in any way.
Forgot to put that in last time. Whfew....hate for someone to sue me and get my crappy pc, a few ties, some spongebob paraphanailia. and a collection of Vin Diesel and Michelle Rodriguez movies....*wipes collected sweat from brow in relief*
^-----SARCASM!
Love 101: Always help a woman in distress
What the hell have I gotten myself into? This night is gonna be like watching Titanic. I'm gonna spend too much money, and it's never gonna end. I sigh and pull into the driveway. If I'm already nervous, how am I gonna get through the night? I walk in the house and throw down my keys on the fron table. Hearing Mia, in the kitchen I walk in. Great, Letty's with her. Seriously this day keeps getting better.
"Mia...Letty", I nod grabbing an apple.
"Hey bro", Mia scibbles widly in a notebook, never looking up.
"Hey Dom.......How ya livin, man?", Letty puts her pen down. I try not make eye contact with her, but I just can't help it. I glance into them for only a second, cause I know if I stare longer she'll read me, and know that I'm in love with her. I swear, every sinlge time I look at her, for the first few seconds, that song 'What's It Gonna Be?" by Busta Rhymes and Janet Jackson plays in my head. Shit. Did she ask me a question?
"Good I guess....How bout you?", I respond quickly, hoping she didn't notice me fantasizing about her rising out of a pool of water, with a bikini on, and that song playing.
"Ahhh, I'm alright....this senior english fucking sucks", she closes her book and streches in her chair, exposing her tummy like one of those 40's peep-show booths. I tear my eyes away as Mia throws down her pen.
"I told Mia to get you to help us, but she refused", Letty giggles, landing a piece of crumpled paper in the front of Mia's shirt. Damn, even her laugh is beautiful. Letty's not like any other girl I've known. She's better. Better than the vile bastards she chooses to date. Better than all the loose chicks Vince, and Leon find. Better than me, too good for me. I don't think she actually knows how incredibly astounding she is. I wonder if anyone has even told her. I gotta stop thinking about her. Torturing myself isn't gonna help anyone. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"I didn't refuse....I just said that he probably wouldn't want to, he has class tommorow, right?", Mia looks up at me briefly before regaining her pen and pressing on.
"Yeah, but if you need help......you know I don't mind", I sti down and grab loose papers laying on the kitchen table.
"Well Letty is doing english. I'm okay with this Pre-Calc, so...", she writes and looks back and forth between her book and paper rapidly.
"Yeah, this Beowulf shit is killing me.........it's like written in fucking Yiddish or something", Letty frowns holding the book up.
"Have you read it all?", I ask her.
"Yeah, but, it's like....I read the words, but I didnt [b]read[/b] it.....ya know?....I don't get it", she runs a hand back through her hair. She looks back up at me and that fucking song starts playing again.
"So can you help me take this top off?", she asks, dripping wet. I just stare dumbfounded as she unties the strings.
"So can you help me?", she asks again, for real this time. She waves a hand in front of my face as I snap out of it, very aware of the standing ovation being given for her under the table.
'Yeah.....yeah", I answer quickly again. I have to stop doing this. No more eye contact.
"Well.......ummm....so you know that he's......you know what.........hold on", I start intending to get up. The tighness reminds me of my pending woody, and I ask Mia to go get a movie from the living room.
"Why can't you get it?", she protest.
"I just can't" I remark dryly. She goeas and gets it, thank God.
"What's this?", Letty picks up the glossy cardboard video box.
"It's The Thirteenth Warrior. It'll make the book, make a little more sense. Now, it's not exactly like the book, but the basic plot is just like Beowulf. There's no Grendal, but it's like about the monsters killing people and the warriors going to kill the monsters. The main warrior guy in the movie is basically Beowulf.....so....", I explain. She graces me with her smile. I think I'm actually blushing. Is it possible to WILL your face NOT to blush, cause I'm gonna try it.
"Thanks a mil, Dom.........I really appreciate this", she touches knuckles with me and my skin tingles were we meet.
"No problem", I try to casually welcome her.
"Kay Mia, I gotta go, but I'll be back later.........hey,maybe you could watch this with me and explain some stuff", she asks me getting up and grabbing her books into a pile under her arm. I nod and smile. Even though I hate when people ask questions or talk during a movie, I gotta say, that I honestly wouldn't give a shit if it was Letty. She could read the phone book, in a British accent, wearing a potato sack, and she would still have my full attention. I'm pathetic.
"Alright, later ", she leaves laughing and smiling.
"Later", I finally vocalize, after she's already out the door.
"You're pathetic", she laughs jokingly at me as we sit at the table.
"I know.....but thank you for reminding me", I sigh sarcastically.
"Shit!", I spit unconsciously. I try not to use languge like that, out loud at least, cause I don't want Mia to have a reason to do the same.
"What?", she asks still never lookng up.
"I have a date tonight, and Letty's comming over", I remember. That's gonna make the date all the more worse, knowing that I could be here, with her. Mia begins laughing, then laughs even harder.
"It's not funny", I remark sulking.
"Yes it is!........Not just cause YOU'RE going on a another ridiculous date with some skank that has the I.Q. of a breadcrumb, but also because Letty's gonna be here........and your're not", she chuckles the last in a mocking sing-song. I frown at her with cold eyes. This is my support....my only sibling......my loving sister.
"Why do you let Vince do these things to you?..........you know it's only gonna end in.....her wanting to get into you're pants, and you wanting to get the hell out of there...", she smiles, knowing she's absolutly right.
"He's just trying to help", I sigh getting up and walking to my room.
"Yeah........help you get laid!", she yells from the kitchen. Again, I sigh grinding my teeth. I've never met someone so inten on getting his friend laid. It's like his life's purpose to make me have sex with a stranger. I'm not saying that I don't want to have sex, but I want it to mean something, and I want her to mean something to me. Vince says that I think too much like a chick. He says that's an advantage, but it's still not helping me. It kinda hurt my feelings when he said that, but I know he means well. No guy wants to be told he thinks like a girl, though. I go into my room and lay down. I'm 19 years old and I've never had sex. Don't tell anyone, it'll only fuel the fire. It's by choice though. Every since I started working out, to keep guys from messing with me, girls are all over me for about a second, but then I open my mouth and ask them the last book they read, and it's all down hill. I used to get picked on constantly and no one ever wanted to date me, so for both reasons, I started working out. People don't pick on me anymore, and I can get dates, but no one ever goes out with me just to enjoy my company. I could've been with plenty of girls by now, but that thought just freaks me out. Being naked in front of someone I've only know for a total of 3 hours is a petrifying thought. They tell me how good I look, I tell them I think they're pretty, they press there prefume drenched bodies against mine, and I panic. I just panic and get out of there as quick as I can. That also doesnt help people see me as completely heterosexual. I've heard them whisper, call me a faggot. I just brush it off. I know the truth. The more I think about it, the more I wanna call Vince and cancel. Come on Dom, be positve. Maybe tonight WILL be different.