Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:30:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com> Subject: Jorge Papi 17 Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 19 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 chapter. Its been very long time since I made chapters to this. But anyway send feedback please. It makes me feel better about my stores =] Quickly! I run and run and run. The vicious rain has me soaked and cold while the roaring thunder leaves me in a constant state of shock and I can barely hear my surrondings. A massive tree collasped directly at my feet taking down all the power lines on the block, launching the block I was on into total darkness. I stand still completely unable to move while my clothes sag off my pale and thin body. A hand runs down my back causing me to shriek with immense volume and trip over the numerous tree branches, the crimson red blood slowly leaks out of my lip and to the pavement. Just the sight of the liquid oozing from my being makes me faint. I awaken in a room that seems a bit familiar to me but I can't just put my finger on. Looking down at my body I see my clothes have been changed to thick gray sweat pants, plain white v-neck, tube socks, and a pair of cozy, fluffy, blue slippers. I reach my hand around my head to run my fingers through my hair, my most prized posession, and found it had been flat ironed and thrown into a side ponytail. Not bad. "Finally Chris you're up". The voice strikes me and I feel a wave of emotions. I'm left dumbfounded, and speechless, my fingers tremble, my throat goes dry, and my mouth begins to quiver. Looking up I see Steven sitting along me in his king sized bed which complimented his massive gray and black room. As nice as it may have seemed I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to see him. I worked up any energy I had in my body and bolted out of his room. He chased me down to the livingroom, where he held me down with a tight grip and refused to let go until I agreed to have a little talk with him. "Chris please let's just talk." "No talking." "Come on now please. You don't even have to be that way with me." "No talking." "Look at me, I was the first one to put butterflies in your stomach. The first one to make your palms sweaty and your mouth dry when I came around. I was your first everything Chris. Don't try to play me like that." "No talking." "You're starting to piss me off with this no talking bullshit!" "Ok and am I supposed to be scared? Have you forgotten the last time you've made me angry?" "No I haven't. Because of you I have a nice little scar above my eyebrow." "Give me your phone so I can call my boyfriend." "I don't want to." "I don't care what you want. You're going to give me the phone or I'll just have to have it myself." Without hesistation Steven digged deep into his pocket and then handed his phone to me. I immediately dialed Jorge's number and then stalled on actually calling him. Steven was sitting on the luxurious suede couch behind me while giving me the best massage I have ever gotten. He relaxes all the knots incmy shoulders, while gently releasing any and all tension I had throughout my body. The powerful sensations running through me cause me to become overly comfotable so I drop my hands to his knees for a smooth rubbing. We lay down holding each other in a warm embrace and we found ourselves lip locked in a passionate kiss. At first it feels good and thrilling but then the thought of Jorge jumps into my mind forcing me to immediately stop for a moment of thought. He looks at me with confusion in his eyes, I look at him with pity in mine. Despite the thousands of ups and downs we've been through Steven feels as though he has to have me. The fact that he won't stop in his attempts to court me, even if I have a boyfriend, are disappointing, amusing, yet they give me encouragement. But I can't do this, at least not now. "Take me home Steven." "I'll take you.. if that truly is what you want." "Yes. Yes it is." A watery film quickly swept over his eyes and before he walked away a small tear hit the back of my hand with a small plop. I shedded a tear of my own in collaboration. As we drove to Jorge's house there wasn't a word spoken between us. I stared out the window and he stared out the road. "Well have a goodnight Chris." "Thanks Steven. Is this the last time?" "If it was you wouldn't ask that question. You would have just gotten out the car and not've said a word. I want you Chris and I want you so fucking bad. But I fear I may have hurt you too many times. But if all I can get is friendship then.. Ok." "Goodnight Steven." "Goodnight to you my love. We will be together shortly." When I walked into the house there was my man standing there with a gang of flowers and a box of chocolates in either arms. As he walked slowly towards me I only had Steven on my mind. I was trapped in anlove triangle that only two people knew about and there was nothing I could do to stop it. On one hand there was Jorge, who has proved a countless number of times that he genuinely loves me, and then there was Steven. The boy who's sent me to hell a countless numbe of times but he's on a relentless chase to make me mine and I can't help but feel a slight attraction to him. Like he said earlier he really was my first everything. "Chrissy you weren't wearing that when you left the house." "I know. It started raining really hard, a tree fell in front of me causing me to faint and then I woke up in a stranger's house with these clothes." "Who was the stranger?" "Some guy. He was totally polarizing and just really interesting. He had all these stories about the events that have taken place in his life and shit like that. Too bad I'll more than likely never see him again." "Well at least you had fun right babe?!" "Yeah... Lots of fun and lots of things to think about."