This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
Happy New Year, lovelies!! I'm late as all hell on this upload because I hit a fucking deer on NYE and fucked up my new car. Two days in, and 2024 already got me fucked all the way up man. Fuck Minnesota. I might just fuck around and become a hunter cause now I HAVE to go get it back in blood. I'm so livid right now, I might watch Bambi again just to see the mum's death (JK of course, I haven't completely lost my gd mind) Andywhoooo, Warning: Explicit Content ;)
Derek
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Herold and the Ivanovs really did a number on the home.
What I thought was going to be a simple clean up, only multiplied when we realized some of Herold's throw up got on the rugs. I didn't really care though. John and I just spent the time catching up as we cleaned together.
"I never want to do that again." John spoke a bit suddenly. I heard the waste bin open from the kitchen area for the ten thousandth time tonight.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Go that long without us talking. Without me hearing your voice." John replied simply from somewhere behind me. "Never realized how bland some people could be, until I spent even just a fraction of time with you."
My back was to John because I was currently trying to sweep up all the couch filler the was ripped out by Herold's nails and pushed under the couch itself, but that made me turn back around instantly. John glanced over, sending me a grin that I couldn't help but return.
"I uh-" I paused, working up the courage to say this back. The courage I lacked at the hospital. "I missed you... too."
John's smile widened.
"Well since Herold has a bit of recovery time, looks like my NYC trip will be cut short."
I was conflicted on how to feel about that, because while I didn't want John's work to be even remotely more stretched, I couldn't help how genuinely happy I was when I was around him. When he was here.
"Not all bad things came from today though." John continued, his words caught my attention once more. "Have you heard of Onyx?"
The whiplash my face experienced when it went from intrigue, to looking at John like he had just asked me if I knew who the current president was, was damn near legendary.
"You mean one of the largest comic book producing companies in the industry? Yeah, no, I think that names come up once or twice in my lifetime."
That made John laugh, and I had to force myself to at least look a little busy at cleaning, so I wasn't staring. John was already finishing up disinfecting the dining room table and his meticulousness with cleaning was only putting mine to shame.
"Well how would you like to go with me to their cocktail party next week?"
Alright that made me set every cleaning product in hand, down, to give John my full attention.
