Show Off.

Insomnia ma pune pe scris povesti.


Phone rings. And rings. Same song, over and over again. But who hears it over the passion. It was her best friend, worrying for her, knowing she was with him again. She doesn't get how can a girl like her friend know so well such a dangerous guy and still fall for him. But she doesn't say anything about it, she knows that her girl is mature and if she chose to roll with the guy means he really has that special thing she's been looking for. But still, she needs to talk to her. It's been two days since they last spoke and she is worried. 'Cause when the three of them left the Club that Friday, he took her and disappeared in the cold night. And since then...Blackout. Nothing. And she really wants to hear from her.
Now the two of them are at his place, of course. Winter mornings never felt so sweet before. But the phone's still ringing, and no one answers it. Being so tiny under his muscular body, locked in his arms, she tries to reach the phone, but - while kissing her - he holds her hand, not letting her answer the phone.
- But baby, it's her...she must be worried, I've been missing for two days...
Kissing her even more and more passionately, he gets close to her ear, whispering lightly...
- Baby, no fuss...She knows you're with me, what's all this talk? Talk is cheap, enjoy the facts...You got me...
- But...
- Schhh...I got this. I got you...I got you, baby...
- Oooh...
- What?
- Nothing...I just hate it that you always make my insides burn when you speak in that low, sexy sleepy voice...
- Rawrrr...
His roaring made her body shiver.
*

After falling asleep together like they use to, she slowly opens her eyes, still sleepy, and catches him looking at her, with a big, kinky smile on his face. She looks into his eyes, smiling too, then asks him what he was doing.
- Watching you while you were sleeping, silly cat...I just looove that certain vibe I get when I wait for you to wake up. And then when you do you're so sleepy and you're here, with me...And your face is pink, and your hair is messy, and your body's a little bit numb...Damn, the sexiest thing I can ever think of...
- And watch maybe. *laughing*
He laughed too, then started speaking in that sexy voice again, while holding her tight.
- Mhmm, and not only watch. I can do whatever. 'Cause you're mine. You're all mine. Mine, mine, mine. You get that? MINE. And gives her a big kiss on the lips.
She smiles while kissing him back
- You're crazy, but I love it. I so fucking love it. I can never get enough of you. And I bet you know that. And you take advantage of it.
- I take advantage of what's in front of me babe...'Cause that ass, pff...can't let it get away without being slapped.
- Meow, you can say that again...
*

When the Sun hit their faces, they decided to go to the kitchen to have something to eat, 'cause all their games got'em both exhausted. And they sure do need to keep fit.
Wearing his T-shirt, with no pants on, just her sexy panties, she is trying to make some smooth pancakes like he adores. He is still taking a shower. She doesn't mind, she tells herself that when he's done with it he'll be right on time to have those wonderful pancakes. She tries to take something from the closet, then she mutters something under her breath.
-Fuck, I ran out of whipped cream, I guess we used it all last night. Gotta' go buy some before he finishes.
She puts on some tights and walks out the door. In less than a minute she's back in the kitchen again. She didn't hear anything around her but she definitely knew he was done, because she felt his palm slap her ass, leaving a red mark as always.
- Ouuuch! You beech, that huuurt! She said to him in a pampering voice.
- Can't help myself, sorry. It's your fault.
- You pig!
- You hottie. And takes a bite. Mhm, this whipped cream reminds me of...
- Last night? I had to go buy another one. 'Cause we ran out of it.
- You should've bought two of'em...Or three, or four...
- Or I'ma slap you if you don't finish your pancakes faster.
- Mhmm, bad girl...I like that.
- You wouldn't say.

*

Afternoon. He went out 'cause his boys called him, and he can't say no to them. If he does, they begin with gross remarks 'bout his girl keeping him on a string, and he doesn't want that to happen. He doesn't want to get in a fight with'em, 'cause they're stupid, they never fall in love, so they can't understand him. And she gets that. So she stays at home, either eating popcorn while watching a movie or smoking while listening to Chillout music very loud...But always waiting for him to come home, like a good girl she is. Well, most of the time.
The door slams. Her heart starts beating faster. She knows it's him. Her face brightens as his steps get closer. She jumps into his arms as if he had been gone for a long, long time.
- Babyyyy, you're home!
- Well of course I'm home kitten, what'd you thought, that you can get rid of me so quickly? Naah, I'll stalk you 'till that body's mine again. *laughing*
- Oh, stalk me, follow me, haunt me, do everything you want baby, 'cause I missed you sooo much today...
- Mhmm, I like it when you get wild. Missed me? But I've been gone just for three hours!
- Three years maybe...Now go get some booze, and lit me something. Tonight I'ma make you show off.

Yellow diamonds in the light...

"It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important - that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it's over, and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back - so that you could have the good."

Cosmic, astral, mitologic, stelar.

I already got used to this silly state of mind. Maybe "silly" is not the right word, but who gives a fuck anyway. I've been trippin' all day. Lately, that became some kind of routine, you know like, when someone asks you how was your day and you answer "Oh, you know, got outta bed, ate my cereals, tripped all day long." Just routine, like everybody's doin' it. Like everybody's forgotten the times when they were completely happy, without any mixed feelings or second thoughts...just happy.
But my fractal heart and my cruel mind almost got into a fight again. So I'm mentally leaving Earth. I start with Mercury to grab some warmth, I swing on Saturn's rings, I kiss Neptun's vivid lips, and end up on Pluto to regain my coolness 'cause, when I'm done travelling, they don't have to know I had a bit of warmth, 'cause I don't want them to try stepping over me. They'll do nothing but get hurt, and I don't wanna do this anymore, hurting them just to save myself. But I miss the arms of the Universe. I miss the way I lose myself among its psychedelic threads, on my pursuit of happiness. But it's a part of me, like an oversized puzzle whose pieces try to find their way but they don't, so they try it like thousand times with thousand combinations and not surprisingly, they get no result. Yet. And that's why I keep my head high. Up to the Sky. Up to the Universe. Up to the happiness.