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People need to go suck off a donkey dick or something. I am seriously fucking tired of all this bullshit that I don't need from people. Ok, I understand that I am a bus girl and everything., but don't fucking treat me like I don't speak English, or that I am fucking dumb, because seriously I bet I can beat your ass in a game of 20 questions.
"Relax Sand, seriously don't take anything to heart." The whisper of my best mate Chuck calmed ever particle, spark in my body. My hands were itching for a guitar at the moment. I just want my music to take me away…hey and maybe a certain brown, shaggy haired boy who plays the guitar can too. I'm not picky.
"I'm fucking relaxed." I muttered taking deep breaths. My guitar is all I really wanted, all I really need. I looked up at the clock as it read 11:00 p.m.. Oh shit! Was that guy I met at the park going to really come? I bet not, but hey I could be wrong. I mean he did come today after I told him about about the morning?
"Sand, hottie looking for you in front." Chuck clicked her French tongue over her lips. I guess he decided to finally know what it was like to actually hang out with someone who has good taste in life. Shit, I looked like a fucking mess though, wait let me make myself clearer I look like utter shit. I looked over to see the guy from the morning looking over at the place with his hair pulled back into these I have no fucking idea what colors anymore, these fade out washed jeans and a sweat shirt which showed off a bit of his tank top underneath. Sad to say this but my body just about shuttered. I think I found my new inspiration. Good I needed one after all this time.
"You actually came huh?" I smiled walking up to him. This sucked so much...the fact that I looked like a bus girl who has too many jobs and gets her money from the streets.
His eyes flickered over my body, was he looking? Disapproving? I hate this part about seeing guys, their eyes wonder and you have no idea what they are thinking about. Why I couldn't be like Chuck and just look at a guy and know that the hell is in their heads. He chuckled, was that a good sign?
"Had to see for myself what Cinderella does for a livin'." his accent made me want to rip his skin off and make myself pajamas out of them. Ok, that was kind of Leatherface shit so I apologies for that but when you live in New York, and all you hear are the horrendous accents from these fuckin' people then you know why I like to speak spanish. By the way I snorted when he said that.
"Good to know, well this is one of my many jobs and not gonna lie I am not complaining." I laughed. Someone's hand grazes my shoulder as I recognized that touch. Sean, that beauty with the curly, mossy brown mop of just sweat and sex. Yeah in my mind all he does is spend his day in bed with some lucky girl, when I kinda wish I was that lucky girl. Too bad I'm still a lonely virgin hah.
"You should get up there soon Sandra." Sean whispered in my ear looking up at my visitor with glazed jealousy eyes. I think my face turned a bright red since he brushed his hand over my face. I looked up only to see Jeff clenching his teeth. Was someone a wee bit jealous?
"No, you know my fright." I laughed, watching as he pressed his lips to my head. Oh yeah he was trying to make him jealous.
"You shouldn't, your music is amazing." and with that he disappeared. I looked over at Jeff with a weird smile and threw my apron down. This was not good, and if it was this was something that was not going to end well.
"So, you wanna know more about me huh?" I snorted. I never snort...this is getting worse by the second.
"Well, you make music, that's all I know." he laughed. I nodded my head holding my hand out for him to take. He took it with graceful manners. His hands...they were rough, guitar hands. I can feel the fresh callouses developing underneath which made me smile. I helped his muse of music start again. It made me smile. I turned back to Chuck who blew me a kiss, grabbed my coat and pushed him out the door. It didn't matter what happened...I was just out as the cool, crisp air of October flushed on my face. God I love this weather.
"So tell me more about you oh crazy one." I heard his speak. It was like a music beat to my ears which made me want to play. Have I finally found my inspiration?
