TEEN DREAMERS PART FOUR:

THEIR ONE TRUE LOVE

To those who wonder why the update's taking so long - I'm in the middle of my GCSEs. (What a time to start writing fan-fics!) -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

It was a brilliant sunny day. Janice and two of her girlfriends were sat on the park swings, watching the sky and the young lovers picnicking. One of the young men looked vaguely familiar, but she just couldn't place him. She realised with a sudden flash of jealousy that it was her own crush, Gualtieri. He was flirting and carrying on with a young blonde bit of stuff. A young blonde bit of stuff that Janice wanted to smash into tiny pieces.

One of her friends noticed her distant gaze and waved a hand in front of her eyes. She got no response. The other friend tried. Again, she got no response. The two of them were starting to get seriously worried when she jerked back. "Do you see that slut?" she demanded, pointing at the tangled couple. "She's doing him right there on the floor!"

Janice's friend Sandra called out "Hey! There are kids here!" The only response she got was being flipped off by Paulie. It was unexpected, to say the least. Sandra, who had never had an obscene gesture made towards her before by anyone, didn't know how to respond. Janice, being the levelheaded child she was, flipped him right back.

Over on the floor, the "doing it" was actually nothing more than the blonde straddling him, both fully clothed. They were talking in light, carefree tones of life and the various troubles of it. "Sometimes it hardly seems worth the bother" he commented. The blonde just smiled and said nothing.

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In a different park, a gang of girls is also sat on swings, but these girls are more mature than Janice and her friends, each with a boy salivating over them. The girls gossip about school friends and the movies, while the boys sit on the sidelines and watch, smoking silently.

Dante is one of the boys, but this isn't his petty crew. The lads he sits with now are all still in school - all but he, that is. School never held much interest for him. All he ever got out of that particular institute was the message that life is shit from the start. You can't improve your destiny.

Gabriella Santoro kept glancing at her guy. Each time he'd wink at her, she'd stick her tongue out at him, and they'd both grin and look away. The old routine never varied in the least. It was comforting to know he would always be there for her, no matter what.

In a corner of the park, a few boys are playing football. They are young, hardly out of elementary school. The lads on the bench make excuses to the swinging girls and move closer to the game. Considering the age of the players, the fixture is quite skilfully played. Their teenage supporters cheer them on and provide helpful hints to the boys.

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Across town, Paulie's blonde has sent him to fetch hot-dogs from a vendor by the gates. Janice is formulating a plan to be rid of her. It's complex and rather fanciful, rather like her. Her plan involves a lot of rope, a carpet and a very deep river. It would take a very long time just to assemble the props.

The afternoon is fading fast. The park is almost empty now, and the blonde has decided to go over to her love. Together they leave the park arm-in- arm. Janice's friends decide it's time to go too. Eventually she is persuaded to leave as well. She walks her friends home and decides to call at the shop.

The shop was empty when she walked in. Not even old Dave, who was behind the counter at the old bell's tinkle, was in there. Twice she called "Hello?", twice she got no response. It was creepy in there, empty and dark. She called once more then backed out the shop.

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Outside Gabriella's house, she and Silvio were sat on the wall, holding hands and gazing at the stars. A light wind had risen, ruffling their hair and blowing the litter about. "Just look at that" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't believe how people can be so untidy." She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder.

Inside the house, Gabriella's parents were watching the couple. Every detail was visible, thanks to a street light. Gabriella knew this, and was careful not to allow Silvio to get too intimate. If he did, daddy would bang on the window, call her in and not let him see her again.

He whispered in her ear and she giggled in her sweet, irritating, girly way. It was annoying, but pretty cute. He checked his watch and discovered it was rather late for a boy to be out. Like the gentleman he was he walked her down the path to her door, chastely kissed her on the cheek and walked home once she was inside. Chaste young love is so sweet.

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Contrast this with the scene in Paulie's apartment. Aided by a very liberal amount of cheap wine, the randy young stud was having his way with the blonde hussy. She was screaming like a banshee and claiming she'd never had it so good. It was a thinly disguised lie, but Paulie wasn't smart enough to recognize it as an untruth. He wouldn't have cared either way - he was only screwing her to get back at her sister.

The night wore on and the screams subsided into moans. The blonde was as energetic as any girl, but an all nighter was a bit much, especially after a week of them. Truth be told, she was starting to get a little bit bored of it all. After tonight, she was gone. No more would he tire her mind with pointless trivialities or her body with meaningless sex. Come morning, she was leaving. He could jack off after that for all she cared.