Murderous Shorts
By Dr FooFoo
Part One : Platonique
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You make me sick
Because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play
On me
- Space Dementia [Muse]
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I don't know what it is about him that keeps me going back, but I do. Maybe it's the way he holds me when I've come running to him in a fit of desperate tears; my all-important daddy's fucked up again and hit me. Maybe it's the way he looks at me in class. His subtle glances backwards, always meant for me. Always catching my eye. Or maybe it's his cute little blush when he realizes I was already staring at the back of his head before he turned around.
Maybe it's the way be whispers my name when I'm in him. When we meld together, tumbling in the sheets as one. Maybe it's the way he loves me, or the way it makes me feel when I remember I love him too.
Whatever reason, I guess I'll never know. Why? Because I'm too much of a pussy to ask him. Yeah, I act like the popular jock, and usually I am. But when it comes to Justin... I just lose it. I can't think when I'm around him, that's how much he affects me. Whenever I'm in the same room as him... or even if I'm just thinking about him, I can't think of anything else.
He's a powerful little bugger, that one. No one else realizes it but me, really. Lisa? Naw, she was just using him for marks because she's too much of a dumbass crackwhore to ask anyone else. That and she knew Justin wouldn't see past her pathetic guise and realize he was being manipulated. Lisa doesn't know Justin. Lisa never knew Justin. I know him. I know him better than anyone else knows him.
I guess the problem is that I know him more than I know myself, and I don't even know all of him. He's always got a shadowy edge about him... something mysterious that I can never quite figure out. It intrigues me, really. Usually I can read people pretty well... I guess that's why I'm so good at getting them to do what I say. But Justin... He's strange. He's like a little kid. He'll do what people tell him to until he realizes he's being duped, then he'll completely refuse.
Not me, though. He's never refused me anything. Every time I call him, he comes to me like a well-trained puppy, and if I tell him to get me something, he'll fetch it like a good boy. I never could figure out why he'd do anything for me, until I realized he loves me. He's never actually said it, I just know. By some psychic force or some crap like that, I know he feels the same way towards me as I feel towards him. He affects me like no one's affected me.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'Damn Richard, he's not capable of any human emotion' but you can quit thinking that now because I am capable of human emotions. I'm in one right now, in fact. I'm in love. In love with Justin Pendleton.
By Dr FooFoo
Part One : Platonique
==
You make me sick
Because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play
On me
- Space Dementia [Muse]
==
I don't know what it is about him that keeps me going back, but I do. Maybe it's the way he holds me when I've come running to him in a fit of desperate tears; my all-important daddy's fucked up again and hit me. Maybe it's the way he looks at me in class. His subtle glances backwards, always meant for me. Always catching my eye. Or maybe it's his cute little blush when he realizes I was already staring at the back of his head before he turned around.
Maybe it's the way be whispers my name when I'm in him. When we meld together, tumbling in the sheets as one. Maybe it's the way he loves me, or the way it makes me feel when I remember I love him too.
Whatever reason, I guess I'll never know. Why? Because I'm too much of a pussy to ask him. Yeah, I act like the popular jock, and usually I am. But when it comes to Justin... I just lose it. I can't think when I'm around him, that's how much he affects me. Whenever I'm in the same room as him... or even if I'm just thinking about him, I can't think of anything else.
He's a powerful little bugger, that one. No one else realizes it but me, really. Lisa? Naw, she was just using him for marks because she's too much of a dumbass crackwhore to ask anyone else. That and she knew Justin wouldn't see past her pathetic guise and realize he was being manipulated. Lisa doesn't know Justin. Lisa never knew Justin. I know him. I know him better than anyone else knows him.
I guess the problem is that I know him more than I know myself, and I don't even know all of him. He's always got a shadowy edge about him... something mysterious that I can never quite figure out. It intrigues me, really. Usually I can read people pretty well... I guess that's why I'm so good at getting them to do what I say. But Justin... He's strange. He's like a little kid. He'll do what people tell him to until he realizes he's being duped, then he'll completely refuse.
Not me, though. He's never refused me anything. Every time I call him, he comes to me like a well-trained puppy, and if I tell him to get me something, he'll fetch it like a good boy. I never could figure out why he'd do anything for me, until I realized he loves me. He's never actually said it, I just know. By some psychic force or some crap like that, I know he feels the same way towards me as I feel towards him. He affects me like no one's affected me.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'Damn Richard, he's not capable of any human emotion' but you can quit thinking that now because I am capable of human emotions. I'm in one right now, in fact. I'm in love. In love with Justin Pendleton.