Ksoo, this isn't the best...and Bullfrogs POV was kinda hard so...let me know how I did on that. Alright, this was something that popped into my head...REVEIW ME BITCH:)
Placing the key in the bolt, I unlocked it letting my wife and I in. We'd just gotten back from our radio convention with our friends Bruno and Linda. It was a long weekend trip so I was expecting what I saw. Pizza boxes, dirty clothes...Clare's clothes, nothing new. This is what Eli's room looked like. Cece and I stumbled past random junk and into the laundry room to dump the dirty clothes. But this room was clean...it smelled like perfume.
The first things we saw was a black plastic laundry basket holding white crisp materials with a pink note on top, sat on the washer.
"From Clare: I know the house is a mess, sorry. Couldn't get him out of bed most of the week. Anyways, hope laundry helps! Love Clare3" I smiled. Cece nodded.
"Gotta' love that Clare." She sang. I nodded, and sensed a vanilla scent.
"It...smells." I said lifting the paper to my nose. "Like, strawberries...what the hell?" I said watching an interested Cece take place at the staircase.
"Shh! Hear that?" She asked.
Oh...no.
A giggle. Clare's giggle. Eli's voice, sharp like knife.
"Clare! Fu-Fuckk!" It rang, ripping through our ears displeasingly.
"Oh! Eli! Ohmygoddd!" Clare's sex voice shrill much different than before.
"Aw, hell no." I shook my head, dropping the note, heading upstairs.
Swinging the door open without a thought in mind, I kind of forgot what I could have experienced.
Clare. Was held up against a wall, her legs wrapped around Eli's back as he banged into her. Pounding into her against the wall. They rolled around, laughing as they knocked things over. Lamps, pictures, even the photo of Julia, that Eli surprisingly shrugged off. I clamped a hand over my eyes as Cece joined my side.
I don't know if it was her shocking squeal or her pop star pumps, but my hand slapped over her mouth to quiet her noise. But yet Eli and Clare had yet to turn around. Eli trailed a hand down to the stereo and raised the volume. A song that I was very familiar began to ring through the old speakers. Problem by the Job.
Eli and Clare let out orgasmic screams, as they panted and laughed finding their way to the bed, Eli tossed Clare into a spooning position. "Member this song? This is our song." She nodded. "I met you when I first heard this." He said.
Never in my life did I think I would see people enjoying a scream song, thinking of it as romantic.
I cleared my throat, swinging the door open to full view, when two in love, naked, sex crazed teenagers turned my way.
"Sorry to interrupt you two," Cece giggled pulling me back, I was scared. For life.
"Please, continue...just Clarabelle , keep it down a little." She gave a sweet smile and bolted downstairs.
I just stood there.
Huh, my son actually gets laid...
Lolololololol:))