Part 2
Location: Liberty Avenue
Time: 4:12pm
Status: Walking to Babylon, note: quick detour for bagels.
"So I was like, 'On a scale of one to ten exactly how illegal is what you want me to do?'. She said.."
"Ow!"
"No that's not it she, Oh Justin! What happened? Are you ok?"
Justin was kneeling over clutching his nose
"I'hm fime!"
He was defiantly not telling her he walked straight into a lamp post, distracted by looking at the unspeakably gorgeous brunette across the street. Justin removed his hands from his face as the sting settled to a dull throb. Shaking of Daphne's concerns and the questions that came with it. He started walking again though more wobbly than before.
"Stupid post, why'd they put it there were anyone could run into it."
Oops, gave himself away. At least not entirely.
"Why'd you do that?" Daphne asked when she was again walking beside him.
Danger! Not good. Must not let full extent of stupidity be known. Um, distraction!
"Look, books."
Daphne just stared at him and blinked. Not working, need bigger distraction.
"Look, cute boys kissing."
Success!
Justin smiled, straight woman where a mystery, but through living with one for the past 2 years he had learned some interesting and not well known facts.
"So I'll go get our bagels now."
"Mmm"
"I'll just get curry on yours."
"Uhuh"
"And you'll give me all your money?"
"Sure"
"Excellent I'll be right back."
Such as in some ways, how shockingly similar they are to straight men. Just cross out lesbians and stick in gay guys. Now where did that brunette go? Looking around he couldn't see him anywhere. This was most disappointing. Frowning he walked into the bakery, and there he was.
When the hell did he cross the street? How could I not notice. I should have felt his radiating hotness moving closer. Curses! I must be loosing my touch. Oooo he's talking. He has such a soft grumbling voice, it's like velvet. He could be a singer. He must be a singer and them we can jam together late into the night and fall asleep huddled over song lyrics and music sheets, and in the night I could huddle closer and fondle his manly body, and he would awaken under my touch, and look wantonly into my eyes and lean forward slowly closing his eyes and...
He's gone.
Justin swirled around wear he stood scanning his line of sight for the object of his fantasies. He was no wear to be found. Justin's heart sank just a little.
Curse this run away imagination of mine!
He let out an short rawr of frustration, and stomped his way outside the shop to meet the waiting Daphne.
"So wear's my bagel?"
He looked at her like that was the least significant thing she could have uttered at that point in time, to him it was.
Glaring into space he muttered under his breath.
"They didn't have any curry."
Daphne made a face.
"Curry? Yuk!"
t/b/c