1.

i used to have these crazy dreams. the weirdest most awkward things would bubble up from this sea of thoughts and swirl together at night. action, romance, drama, tragedy- they were like head-movies, no joke. the monotony of life was broken up by color-filled adventures every night, and whether i remembered them or not was meaningless. all that mattered was that i was free in every possible way, that i was granting my own wishes, i was holding on tight to my dreams.

and then someone called me. in that depthless void a voice came calling from darkness. a single white hand beckoned with a curled finger, drawing me close to something- hell if i knew what- that would end those colorful tirades. that white hand, those dark expressionless eyes shattered everything.

i took that phantom hand, and was pulled out into the blinding light of the sun. my dreams were over.

~

2.

skinny.

there's always that one defining charactertistic you would use to describe someone. for the guy in front of my it was 'skinny'. the one word didn't really do him any justice, there was a lot more to him than that, but skinny stuck out. mainly because it really pissed me off. he was tall sure, and his build was proportionate, but he was one spine away from gumby.

i stabbed at my salad with a little too much vigor and the fork sliced through the lettuce, striking the plate hard and making a loud clanking noise. the waitress glanced briefly over and popped her gum at me before returning her attention to the bunny-eared tv. i crossed my eyes at the back of her head and then faced forward. the guy was staring at me. i frowned.

in an empty restaurant with a plethora of vacant, equally clean tables to sit at this joker had come and sat at the booth right in front of me. on the side that faced me, forcing me into awkward, accidental eye contact and an enhanced feeling of annoyance. it wouldn't have been such a big deal if i hadn't heard the idiot request the seat. i got the feeling that he was that person at the movie theater that would come sit right next to you, no matter how many people were in there, just so he could prop his feet up on that bar.

i felt violated: he had basically deprived me of my most convenient daydreaming spot. if i were to try and drift off now i would end up staring at him like an overly-interested zombie. and now i was daydreaming about daydreaming, staring straight into those darkly gleaming eyes with my mouth slightly open. i clamped my mouth shut with an audible clacking sound. the man lifted a steaming cup of black sludge to his lips, hiding a smirk, eyes as dark as the coffee he swallowed still on me. my face went red.

all i wanted to do was make him feel as uncomfortable as he made me. and once the thought was out there, my mind acted on it. i wanted to seem as un-feminine and unapproachable as possible.

"'sup, bro?" he stared at me blankly. his non-response was the green light for every unattractive phrase i'd ever learned. "broski? brosef? brah? bosom?"

no reaction whatsoever. all though i could fee the waitress staring at me in annoyance out of the corner of my eyes. those dark eyes remained dead even over the brim of the coffee cup which he was neglecting to drink from.

"dong, where is my automobile?" i asked in my most grandfatherly voice. the man drained the rest of his cup before setting it down quietly. he was not looking anymore as he fished a few dollar bills from his dark jeans, his even darker eyes unfocused onto his table as he concentrated on his wallet. casting them down onto the cheap plastic surface, he slid smoothly from the booth, not looking at me, but the corner of his mouth still upturned in amusement.

i sure know how to reel them in.

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oh shit bored:

the kiss was violent, scary. she wanted to pull away, she wantedto pull him closer, she wanted to bite down on his lip as hard as she could, she wanted to run her hands through his hair. she wanted to run away.

she pulled away slightly, valentine froze and in the darkness his face was a blur as he pulled her tightly to his chest. his breathing was ragged in her ear, and his voice had a possessive tone:

"don't run." he ordered hoarsely. his skin was burning hot, and his arousal was frighteningly obvious. she tried to push away harder now.

do i want this?

"please?" his voice was lonely, pleading. his grip went slack and she could move freely now. every instinct, every nerve-ending, skin-cell, screamed to 'run'.

so she stayed.