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Always Eighteen
AhmedStars in my Head: Part 2; Chapter 5.
January 24th 2008 00:48
SHARNEE’S BOOK
Mike and Faith broke up. Apparently everyone’s been telling Faith he’s been telling them he screwed her.
He wouldn’t do that. Not on purpose. But in conversations he tends to leak out little things or say something revealing that he didn’t quite mean to mention.
Should I try and get with him, or try and sort him and Faith out? She’s past her little suicide fan club now.
Yeah. Morality can go to hell.
Mike and Faith broke up. Apparently everyone’s been telling Faith he’s been telling them he screwed her.
He wouldn’t do that. Not on purpose. But in conversations he tends to leak out little things or say something revealing that he didn’t quite mean to mention.
Should I try and get with him, or try and sort him and Faith out? She’s past her little suicide fan club now.
Yeah. Morality can go to hell.
Mike was walking home with Sharnee, sweating in the heat, his tie off, collar undone and shirt untucked. Faith had avoided him all day.
“Come to my place,” said Sharnee. Mike stopped, outside his house and looked at her. He shrugged.
“Yeah. OK.”
They walked up the path and into her house. Mike dumped his bag on the ground. Sharnee kept hers on till she got into her room. She shut the door.
“Y’might not wanna do that. It’s bloody hot.”
Sharnee shrugged and pulled off her hat and tie, and began to unbutton her shirt.
“What’re y’ doing?”
She continued to unbutton and looked at him, letting her shirt land on the ground. She wore a swim bikini top, orange. It looked nice. Sexy.
“Sharnee…”
She grabbed him, and kissed him. His hat hit the carpet. She pushed him down on the bed, kissed him again, her tongue forcing through his mouth, then licking up over his cheek hungrily like she could devour him whole. She started to unbutton his shirt.
“Sharnee, stop.”
“Why.” It wasn’t even really a question, just a reply.
“We can’t”
“We have so far.”
“I can’t”
“You have so far, too.”
“I can’t anymore.” She released her togs, pulling them back up.
“Why not?”
“I still love Faith.”
Sharnee froze. Then sat up.
“Right. Gotcha. I see.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t”
“OK... “Y’know what? Just piss off.”
Mike put his hat and shorts on, buttoning up his shirt.
“For what it’s worth I think you look beautiful. I think you’re sexy.”
“Would Faith want you to say that?”
“Right now she wouldn’t care.”
“Y’know Mike… for what it’s worth…”
“Yeah?”
“I thought you were just a knob. Get dressed and stuff off.”
Sharnee left the room.
***
The phone rang in Toms’ house. He ran downstairs to grab it.
“Yep, this is Tom speaking, if you are selling carpets bugger off, otherwise tell me I am a spunkbubble with a chunky hair do.”
“Tom, it’s Sharnee”
“Hey.”
“Did you mean that? That you loved me?”
“Yeah. Course I did. Woah!”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. The walls are flashing different colours. You were saying?”
“I think I might be able to love you. Try at least. I’ll go out with you. If you want, that is.”
“Sure. Why the change?”
“I dunno. I suddenly got so sick of love and sex being different things. Like, two puzzle pieces, but every time I get one I loose the other.”
“I’m sure you could have thought of a better metaphor”
“I’m sure I could have”
***
Faith sat in Mavericks’ house, reading. Every so often he’d pop his head around the corner and ask if he could get her anything. She always said no.
The book was crap but it gave her something to do. Maverick hadn’t exactly turned the Herrerby House into the house of fun.
She wished she could believe Mike. She almost did. Trouble was, she knew what he was like. He couldn’t help himself, even when he tried. Every girl he’d been with had every secret moment with him leaked out of that rather large hole in his head. Often some imagination was mixed in, turning a simple kiss story into a violently potent pornographic concoction.
It seemed he told a lot of people though, more than he usually would, or had done, with other girls. Perhaps she should feel flattered. She didn’t feel flattered.
Only used.
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