You guys I am pleased and absolutely FLABERGASTED that anyone still reads this, let alone ever read it in the first place.
I began Forgotten Desires 4 years ago. And let me tell you, I was quite young and naïve which is evident by the broken, un-proofread language displayed in the previous 3 chapters.
To be honest, I could hardly get through the chapters without cringing. I thought I owed it to myself, now 4 years wiser, and to the people who stumbled upon this, to finish a series for once in my life. I've done various non-Pendragon one-shots on livejournal but I'm actually interested in pursuing this story.
I started writing Forgotten Desires in 2005 right after I read Book 5: Black Water. Book 6: The Rivers of Zadaa, hadn't come out yet. And I don't wanna brag but I basically called the Loor/Bobby thing. Or at least, I felt I did. I went back and re-read the ending of Black Water to get in the mindset I was in 4 years ago. I think I had other chapters written out; I was just either A. too lazy to put them up B. too ashamed because I ran out of steam. Probably a little bit of both.
This is a long intro, I know, but it's warranted given the situation. If I can, I'm going to try and revise the first 3 chapters and put them back up in coherent form, because I knew what I meant, I just had some major typing FAIL issues. And you have to forgive me if this one has obvious flaws, go ahead and point them out please but I'm just so excited that I have to post this asap.
Anyways, all the usual yadda yadda D.J. McHale is the Boss (obvs) and he owns all these characters and places. I just use them as confused, hormonal, love-sick marionettes. This is rated MATURE for implied scenes of violence, language, and of course sexuality.
Enjoy ch. 4!
Forgotten Desires
Ch. 4 Lust & Lunacy
Push in and I pull it away
It's the hard part but the true love way
Girl you're wanted like a wanted man
With your smart mouth and your killer hands
Bobby crushed his eyes closed. What else could he do? Loor was the toughest chick—scratch that the toughest person he knew and here she was being submitted to some pretty hardcore Batu domestic violence. If Bobby ever tried to so much as lay a finger on her, that finger would probably ripped off and thrown to the quig dogs… or quig snakes in Zadaa's case .
When Bobby opened his eyes, he saw that the bastard had pinned her to the ground, with his back facing towards Bobby's hiding spot. This was it, do or die; he could catch the tyrant off guard. His plan was to jump out, pathetic, pale and unarmed then subsequently die 4 seconds later in Loor's honor.
So Bobby stayed put because he'd already felt the sting of mixing territories. Maybe this was a custom he didn't understand? If Bobby had learned anything from watching Loor throughout their "adventures" in Halla, it was that the Batu's preferred it rough. They were an entire tribe of lethal warriors, so it's not crazy to assume that intimacy takes a more violent form on Zadaa. Right? So if anything, Loor would be angry at him for interrupting her booty call and their cover would be blown.
He wanted punch himself in the face for rationalizing his cowardice. What was happening in front of him was definitely one-sided. If it weren't shouldn't Loor be getting a few blows in? However, it was the only way he could keep himself from doing something that would actually get him killed.
How could anyone hurt Loor? She was brilliant, beautiful, and bangin' for lack of a better word. Kids on Second Earth still use the term "bangin" to describe a girl with a nice body, right? In any case, she was way out of Bobby's league and they both knew it from day one. Plus, there's that whole "dipping pen in company ink" saying. Not that Loor would ever even want to see his pen, hell, he wouldn't even know how to use around her!
Bobby scooted as far away from his breathing hole as his little encasement would allow. He couldn't stop himself from hearing, but he didn't have to keep watching it. He might hurl. If he did, he'd be stuck in a box of his own stinking puke till Rue left and that's like number 12 on his list of Do Not Wants.
Loor wasn't fighting back anymore, he could tell because Rue had stopped cursing and begun grunting. Bobby didn't have to be genius to figure out what was going on. This was horrible, it might've been just the Xhaxhu heat but Bobby felt like they were in hell.
There goes the downpour
There goes my fare thee well
Theres really no way to reach me
Cause I'm already gone
Spader looked like a cocker spaniel, running towards Courtney with his mouth all open like that. He was actually laughing with his arms in the air like he'd never felt rain before. Okay, she had to admit that he was kind of cute, in that goofy, un-housebroken puppy way.
By the time he reached Courtney, who'd taken refuge close to the side of the building void of any windows lest she be spotted by a teacher or something, he was sopping wet. Just drenched, and the jeans he wore where the ones that Courtney had told Mark accentuated his chicken legs and yet he still kept them at the mouth of the flume.
And now Spader was wearing them and he looked damn silly. So Courtney was laughing too. They must've looked like a bunch of lunatics to the cars passing by. When he bent forward to embrace her, Courtney snorted and leaned back out of his reach out keep from getting wet. Spader just wagged his black shaggy hair from side to side, splashing Courtney in the face with droplets and getting her wet anyways.
"Spader, you're crazy! What are you doing here? How'd you even find me?"
"Woah! One question at a time! It's nice seeing you too Courtney. You look pretty today."
"Are you serious? All this humidity is turning me into a troll doll," She patted her long brown ponytail subconsciously; it had already begun to snarl at the ends.
Spader looked confused, " What's a Trulldull? Whatever ever it is, I'm sure you are least a little prettier." Spader winked.
"Thanks." Courtney rolled her eyes. She had to hurry this up because pretty soon word would get around that Courtney Chetwynde went a-wall again and someone would come looking for her… or maybe they'd all written her off already, isn't that what she wanted? To be left alone?
Either way, she needed to get Spader off campus like now.
"C'mon," she called as she took a sprinting start toward her car. She had so many questions ask. After their little moment they'd shared last night, she thought she'd made it clear to Spader that he should go home, take some time off. They did just finish saving an world. But here he was, less than 24 hours later, on Second Earth, being her headache.
Courtney knew that she had homework and the books she needed were still in her locker, but she'd already made the choice to walk out and there was no turning back now.
Spader got to her Mom's Bronze 04 Nissan Sentra before she did. Courtney narrowed her eyes slightly before reminding herself that she should chill out. So what if she was a little out of shape, she wasn't Courtney Chetwynde the competitor anymore. She left that Courtney behind a long time ago.
She'd only spent a total of 2 minutes and the rain but her jeans and socks had sucked up enough moisture that she knew the drive back was going to be uncomfortable. Not to mention he seats were going to be soaked and remain that way for a while, hopefully they'd be dry by the time her mom asked for the keys, and hopefully Mom wouldn't ask for the keys back before she could get Spader on a one way flume ride back to Cloral.
Somebody give Courtney a prize because she called it. The 15 minute drive back to her house was uncomfortable, in oh so many ways. 1. Her feet were feeling itchy and weighed down by her sopping socks and 2. Stop lights were terribly uncomfortable when Spader were just sitting there. She half expected him to ask a million questions, Cloral wasn't that similar to Second Earth, then she remember all the time he'd spent on First Earth. This was all the same shit, just newer.
It wasn't completely Tales of the Crypt in there. They exchanged off hand comments from time to time, mostly about the weather. However, after Spader's 5th dry quip, Courtney stopped listening. She just kept both hands on the wheel, 10 and 2, and her eyes on the road.
She had bigger fish to fry (literally isn't that like all people eat in a water world? What if Spader was hungry?) She couldn't even comprehend what she was going to do next. She should just drive Spader straight to the flume and say forget it, forget all of it—they're not even from the same place, time, or space!
But she won't.
So next stop was the Chetwynde residence where she would find Spader a change of clothes… then what? This was too hard, especially with him in her peripheral vision. He was so quiet, it made her uneasy. Where was the happy-go-lucky blabbermouth she'd met on Eelong?
If he just said something that annoyed her maybe she could keep her mind from wandering, sifting through all these emotions that surfaced just by sharing space with the guy. Normally, she'd release her inhibitions, put her foot down and make a rational decision. But right now, next to the tall, tan Vo Spader, Courtney was having a hard time wrangling two sentiments in particular; lust and lunacy.
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