Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:53:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com> Subject: Jorge papi 8 Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Please be gentle. Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =] Notes- I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story. Its a lot shorter than my others but oh well. I don't like long stories anyway. =] As I sit in my bed I can't help but stare at Eric. The fact that I didn't want to jump his bones in his sleep was pretty damn surprising cause this guy was so beautiful. And boy did we have a long conversation last night. So long we I apparently fell asleep in his comforting embrace. There's my Eric always there when I need him. Feeling a bit groggy I did what I always did first thing in the morning which is put on a fresh pot of coffee. I sat on my kitchen table with my phone in hand and checked to see if I had any mail. I had a couple of emails from people of no particular importance and a text from my dad, that came a few hours ago, which read "be home soon, missed ya lots kid!" Oh what bullshit he knew damn well he didn't miss me at all. But it doesn't matter bccause I didn't miss him, I kinda forgot where he went anyway. As I poured me a big cup of coffee I heard a car pull into the driveway. I ran to the door to see who it was and surprise surprise it was big poppa Rafael L'vosierre. He looked the same as he always did standing a majestic 6'3, weighing 190 pounds, short black hair which is always neatly trimmed, and under that expensive Armani suit was a chisled hard body with a flat 6-pack and that's pretty much all I've ever seen of my father. He really is one of the few sexy businessmen alive. So being nice I ran to him for a hug, he grabbed me and spun me around like they do in those movies. Gee so creative dad. "Chris how have you been?!" "Great dad. Yourself?" "Just fine! Pack your stuff cause thanks to this deal I sealed while on vacation we're moving to Paris!" Oh. My. God. I can't move to Paris! I got the best boyfriend ever and a marvelous best friend to go with it! Life was so great for me and now he wanted to just pack it all up and ship me to a new country! The moments I used to wrap my mind around that I could feel the tears comming down. Damn i wanted to go back in time and fuck up his little deal that just gave me a whole 'nother problem. "Chris don't you wanna move?" "Hell fucking no I don't wanna move!" "But you, me, and your mother will be together a lot more often so we could finally be a family! Chris this is a great opprutunity for you to! You know you always wanted to study abroad to become a scientist!" Well he had me there. Becoming a scientist and studying around the world was what I wanted to make out of my life. But fuck it! He's rich I can just kill him and get the insurance money and stay with my Jorge. Unfortunately I had no idea on how to get away with murder so that wouldn't work. "Daddy I don't want to move." "Sorry Chris. My mind is made up. So go upstairs and get your stuff together." I did as he said. No objections, no rude gestures or other body actions I just turned around and walked into the house to break the news to Eric then pack my belongings. When I walked into my room Eric was still sleeping heavy so I couldn't bare myself to bother him with such terrible news. I threw all my clothes into my many suitcases and threw them down the steps. Each suitcase was stained with my tears. God I'm so sick of this world and the fact that I've cried more in a fucking month than I've ever cried before in my life. "Chris why are you crying" I guess the loud sounds of the suitcases woke him from his deep slumber. I didn't want to respond. Me and him just officially reconciled and breaking this news is just going to break his already fragile heart. "Why are you crying?!" he asked me in a concerned tone. I took him by the arm and dragged him to the winding staircase. "See those suitcases down there Eric?" "Yea what about them?" "I'm moving." "Where?! God Chris please tell me you're just going across town." I could already see the tears streaming out of his eyes and this is exactly why I didn't want to tell him so early. "Paris, the one in Europe." He didn't say anything. He just looked at me and went back to lay on my bed sobbing. While laying there he held a strong grip on my brown Teddy bear with one eye. I won the bear at a carnival with my father when I was just a toddler. The carnival was the only time i felt close to my dad, it was the only time where me, him, and my mother Andrea were all together and felt like a true family. After tbat day my parents started going on their little trips and I was on a road of lonely which would last for years and years. That teddy bear meant the absolute world to me and by Eric holding onto it I felt as though he still had a large part of me in his arms. "Eric I know this killing you but there's nothing either one of us could do about it. Just gonna have to accept it and let me leave, we can always call and email each other though." I said in a sad attempt at reassuring him. "I don't wanna fucking call you! I don't wanna fucking email you! I want you to stay! Here! With me!" "Well what can I do?" He just gave me a cold stare and walked out the room. "Nothing." He said as he walked out the room. I watched him walk towards the front door where my father happily greeted him. The moment my dad opened his mouth Eric slapped him dead across the face in a fit of rage. I didn't see anything wrong with that at all. If Eric's dad wanted to move him out of the country he would get slapped by me also. My dad just watched the door slam in his face and shook his head. I slowly walked downstairs to load my suitcases into my father's truck. "Dad when are we leaving?" "Our flight will depart at 4." "What the hell it's already 1!" "Ok so? Eric's gone so who else do you have to part with?" "Nobody." I wasn't ready to fill dad in on Jorge. Not ready at all. "Um dad you can go on to the airport I just wanna stay here and just reminisce for a little bit." "As you wish my son." The moment he left I called Jorge's phone. I called again, again, again, again, and again. He didn't pick up any one of my calls. I texted him twenty times with the same message "pick up your fucking phone!" Not one single reply. I drive to his house to ring the door a good five times. Yet again no answer. I jumped into my truck to drive to the airport but before I turned on the car I texted him one last time. "In case you want to say goodbye I will be at LaGuardia Airport. If its too hard for you I understand and I want you to know I love you. Take care of Eric for me and make sure he keeps my one eyed teddy bear. Goodbye Jorge." I turned my truck on and headed to the airpot after glancing around Jorge's neighborhood for the last time. I guess it was finally over.