Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > you don't have to pay for my love
I woke up in the morning to the sounds of moaning and shouting, I looked at my alarm clock, the neon lit green number showed 12:15am.
I quickly got up, slipping my jeans and a t-shirt.
“Oh God your feel so good,” some guy moaned from next door. I groaned, god can’t they keep it down?
I put on my vans and did my make-up and hair.
I looked at my clock again, 12: 45am.
I took my jacket, slipped it on and then ran out quickly. I made my way to Starbucks. I ordered a coffee and sat down by the window, hoping to spot him or him to see me.
As I drank my coffee I waited. I glanced over that the time, the hand slowly making its way around the clock… 1:05… 1:10… 1:15…
I drank on cup of coffee, was onto my second. Wasn’t he going to turn up?
Then he walked in, he looked more beautiful in the day light, I could see more of his beautiful features. He looked around then spotted me and smiled. He ordered a coffee then came and sat in front of me.
“Sorry I was late,” he said smiling perfectly at me.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“How are you?” he asked.
“I’m good, you?” I asked.
“I’m good,” he said taking a sip of his coffee.
We carried on talking and joking about different things, it was different; nice to feel like someone wanted to get to know me instead of just wanted my mouth or ass. But it wasn’t going to last, not when Brian walked in, his face full of anger, his looked swiftly around, scanning for me.
I tried to hide behind Bob a bit more to hide my face but he saw me.
“Frank,” he said.
I looked nervously at him then at my coffee.
He marched over to me.
“Frank, you have work to do,” Brian said, he then saw Bob.
“Who’s this?” Brian asked looking at Bob.
“I-I,” I said.
“You better pay well,” Brian said.
“What?” Bob asked looking confused at me.
“He doesn’t do it for free,” Brian said he was ruining it; he was ruining my hope of happiness, someone I wanted to just try to enjoy myself with.
“What do you mean?” Bob asked still not getting it.
“You better pay well for this little whore that you want,” Brian said.
Bob looked at me shocked as if he was slapped in the face.
That’s it… he wouldn’t want me now.
I quickly got up, slipping my jeans and a t-shirt.
“Oh God your feel so good,” some guy moaned from next door. I groaned, god can’t they keep it down?
I put on my vans and did my make-up and hair.
I looked at my clock again, 12: 45am.
I took my jacket, slipped it on and then ran out quickly. I made my way to Starbucks. I ordered a coffee and sat down by the window, hoping to spot him or him to see me.
As I drank my coffee I waited. I glanced over that the time, the hand slowly making its way around the clock… 1:05… 1:10… 1:15…
I drank on cup of coffee, was onto my second. Wasn’t he going to turn up?
Then he walked in, he looked more beautiful in the day light, I could see more of his beautiful features. He looked around then spotted me and smiled. He ordered a coffee then came and sat in front of me.
“Sorry I was late,” he said smiling perfectly at me.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“How are you?” he asked.
“I’m good, you?” I asked.
“I’m good,” he said taking a sip of his coffee.
We carried on talking and joking about different things, it was different; nice to feel like someone wanted to get to know me instead of just wanted my mouth or ass. But it wasn’t going to last, not when Brian walked in, his face full of anger, his looked swiftly around, scanning for me.
I tried to hide behind Bob a bit more to hide my face but he saw me.
“Frank,” he said.
I looked nervously at him then at my coffee.
He marched over to me.
“Frank, you have work to do,” Brian said, he then saw Bob.
“Who’s this?” Brian asked looking at Bob.
“I-I,” I said.
“You better pay well,” Brian said.
“What?” Bob asked looking confused at me.
“He doesn’t do it for free,” Brian said he was ruining it; he was ruining my hope of happiness, someone I wanted to just try to enjoy myself with.
“What do you mean?” Bob asked still not getting it.
“You better pay well for this little whore that you want,” Brian said.
Bob looked at me shocked as if he was slapped in the face.
That’s it… he wouldn’t want me now.
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