A Guileless Fable
A Reality Outside Your Own
Ello, my friends! I am new to this great land of rpnation and is currently on a search for a long term Rp Partner for the brother/sisterhood of yaoi! (Yes all of you Fudanshi and Fujoshi . . . Love you guys!) Not gonna talk a lot so just gonna list meh pairing.
Meh Pairing Ideas
(Bold is the part wanted but not necessarily needed)
- Otaku x Realist (Really wanna do this one right now xD )
- Teacher x Parent
- Dragon x Prince
- Prince x (Prince)ss
- Beastman x Human
- Assassin x Target
- Chicken x Rice (is delicious and an excellent pairing)
- Grade School Teacher x Serial Killer
Cannibal x Vegetarian
Gang Leader x President
Fire Spirit x Water Spirit
- Alfredo x Shrimp (I'm hungry right now)
Demon x Priest
Open to other pairings
So if you have your own pairing I am game. As for how much I write I write a minimum of 2-3 paragraph. . . . my highs are unknown (I just write a lot when happy) If you're interested pm me or me you or stuff.
(Ps: No One liner please. A paragraph with a good 6 lines would be much appreciated.
Pss: I do other stuff than yaoi, but mainly interested in the latter.
Psss: Love Dinosaur!!! JK, but dinosaur are love!)
"Huh? Where the . . . " a lone girl asked herself, her glasses broken from the apparent fall. What was happening? Last thing she remembered was getting on the train to . . . where was she going again? Ah, she was headed towards the anime convention to sell her new doujinshi “A Night to Remember". No wait, that was tomorrow. Than what was she doing again? Oh right, today was all you can eat ramen at school, and she was going to the cafeteria to get the first batch. Seems like she didn't make it there, as she picked her heavy body up from the ground examining the destruction around her. She adjusted her glasses, which hung from the side of her face, to get a better view of the area. However, with one of the lens having been lost and the other threatening to cut her lower eyelid, she flung the glasses out one of the broken windows. No use keeping something that doesn't work, and surprisingly she could see perfectly well with them gone. Apparently the all-nighters she pulled to play Otome Games didn't mess her eyes up as bad as she thought it did. The subway was a mess, rocks filled the subway car, windows were smashed to smithereens, and people laid sprawled across the floor. A few were conscious while other were not so lucky and were either crushed under the fallen debris or impaled by shards of glass. There was also that possibility of a concussion, but Jamie could care less about how the dead died.
This'll probably make for some decent manga . . . wait, now's not the time to be thinking books. Slapping the rocks from off her belly and her legs, she forced herself up, a sharp pain attacked her right arm but she managed. Looking for an exit, she saw that a boulder had lodged itself between one of the mangled sliding doors. It was big enough to walk through, ah never mind, like everything else in the world this had a size limit which she couldn't fit through. Great. Even on the verge of suffocation, her weight still plagued her. No. Not today. Not now. She was gonna get out, she'd be damned if she died before she could sell her next doujinshi. Limping to the open space, she could feel the panicked eyes of those around her and then to the small hole she had managed to find in order to escape.
". . . Shit." she mumbled, before lunging herself between the door and the boulder. Behind her were a crowed of possessed people clawing at her legs, trying to pull her out. Sucked for them, she was already nice and most likely losing all blood circulations to her stomach in her current location.
"Ain't no use. Only way out is if you push me out. You kill me and you just got a fatty stuck here for good. Ya push me out, you probably have a chance of surviving. Up to you really." she said bluntly holding an annoyed expression. In the other cart, she could hear frantic voices yelling at one another, most of them siding to push her out while the rest went to murder. Jeez, kill her and get out and feel better about themselves why don't they? There was a little more talking before complete silence, and then a force could be felt pushing her forward. "I haven't done this in a while, but here goes nothing." she thought to herself as she took a deep breath and attempted to suck in some of her stomach fat. It turned out to be a great success as soon, she found herself laying perfectly still on the other side. Afterwards came a rush of crazy people crawling through the hole heading to the door that lead to the subway station. It seemed that they hadn't even left the station, before everything happened . . . What happened again? No time to think about that now.
Standing on her feet once again, she released the breath of air she was holding and cringed at the new claw marks on her legs. They were pretty bad, but she had done far worse at the grocery store on half price meat Wednesday so no . . . harm was done, but not brutal. Jamie exited the subway, the station looked far worse than the train had did, boulders and all. People were sobbing trying to get their loved ones from beneath the rocks while others were pushing each other out the way, literally climbing over one another to reach the stairs. "Was this some kind of poorly written manga?" she thought as she trudged towards the broken escalators. Once there, she was immediately pushed onto the black steps, forced to run or be trampled by a mob of crazed citizens.
“I KNEW I SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME TODAY!" she hollered as they forced her up the steps and beyond the little "gate machines" as she called them. The whole process took about a good 5 minutes, but to an involuntary Jamie it took forever. Ducking from annoying people, having to punch one or two who threaten to pull her skirt off. Today was a bad day. Scratch that, one hell of a bad day. Now she was outside, and with all honesty after having seen the havoc up there, dying in the subway car seem so much of a better option.
"That's it, I'm going back . . .” she paused, seeing as the crowd of swarming zombies were still pouring out from underground. “Never mind." she sighed, as she glanced at what was behind her. Soon there was something that got her full attention. There was this thing in the distance that looked like something you'd see off some Occult anime or something. The back of her throat burned as she felt the bile rise from her stomach, attempting to spill out onto the floor. She somehow managed to keep it down thinking," Not my limited edition Shrimp chips!" Mind over matter really was amazing. Looking back at the thing, she realized that it was already on top of her, having closed the distance in that short amount of time. No more question asked. Like a track runner wearing heels, she sprinted towards one of the nearing building, the monster devouring random bystanders. Now she knew they weren't targeting anyone which made this all the more frightening. Searching for a building, she found what she deemed to be a deserted storage unit in the old neighborhood and dived right in.
She pushed her way through the broken doors and found a large desk to hide beneath. She kept perfectly still, except for the occasional growling, she didn't make a peep. Jamie could hear the screaming of those outside who were stupid enough not to find a place to take cover. Turning her head, she felt something wet sliding down her face, and hitting her lap. Was she crying, of all the times she was crying now!? But she couldn't stop it, it finally registered within her brain that she could possibly die at this very moment. Scrunching up into a ball, she sobbed thinking about the way she'd die under a desk. Her parent would . . . would probably have a freaking field day knowing that their neet of a child was finally gone, out the house, no more.
"Just eat me now." she begged as she stayed motionless beneath the table. "Yeah . . . kill me."
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Today was beautiful. The sky was a brilliant bright blue, the sun sparkling neatly in the sky, and the Earth trembled. The earth was trembling? That never happened before. Did it have tummy ache? Christa swayed at the shaking of the ground beneath her, the grocery in her hands pushing away from her tiny grip.
"No you! Mommy said she's cooking today, so you behave okay." she asked politely, the rumbling slowly began to cease. She smiled happily and bowed, thanking it as it stopped the groceries from squirming away. Now they were just plain bags of food resting calmly in her arms. Making sure that Bonbon, her pink bunny backpack, was okay she turned to look at the grinning rabbit.
"Bonbon you okay back there?" she inquired carrying a worried expression on her face. She was met with silence. Yep, Bonbon was definitely okay, so she began walking down the hill back to her house. Christa's ebony hair bounced joyfully as the little girl hummed a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was a little baby. As she went further down, she noticed that rocks began to cover the streets, and the further she went the bigger the rocks got. "Huh. This is weird. Did someone not clean their yard?" she thought as she skipped over the smaller rocks that crossed her path. Looking around, she could see large rock piles which she was sure used to be houses. No. This wasn't good, not good at all. Christa became fully aware of her surroundings, her gaze falling on legs that had no torsos and hands with no arms. A thick foul smelling liquid colored them all in a scary red causing Christa to shiver, tears pushing from her tear ducts. "No. Crying is for babies. I'm not a baby anymore." she told herself, releasing one arm to wipe away the "mysterious" water under her eye lids.
"Gotta go home. Mommy's coming home today, so she there." she mumbled, staring at her trembling feet. The faint sound of screaming could be heard in the distance making the little girl jump, almost wetting herself. She didn't, but it still scared her, making it incredibly hard to move. Christa, held the bags tightly, her ears alert, but something strange happened. She could hear . . . no, wait that wasn't it. She couldn't describe it. She didn't hear it, but she could feel it tugging at her consciousness like . . . like it was calling her. Following her senses, she reached a small flower that was entrapped under a small stone.
"Was it you?" she asked receiving no response. Although it didn't answer, she could feel it nodding its head. It was a really strange feeling that made her incredibly sad, but brightened up for some reason.
"I'll get you out." she told the tiny pink flower. Dropping the bag of groceries, she placed her small hands under the rock and began picking it up. It was heavier than it looked and took a while, but she somehow managed to roll it the other direction which she would soon regret. There underneath the boulder, a crushed hand laid, blood drooling out of the open wounds. It looked nothing like a hand, but more like a mashed potato served on those T.V shows with the people in all orange suits. Her stomach answered it with leftover cookies and rice as she threw up beside it. Oh the smell was nasty. Christa quickly held her nose at the stench, grabbing the bag of food and then the little pink flower and escaped the dreadful scene.
She ran for a good 4 minutes before stopping, this time her stomach threatening to throw up her breakfast from this morning. Her throat burned, but she kept it inside, her eyes watery from having vomited earlier. "Almost home. Chrissy's almost home." she reminded herself, before a clicking noise from her right caught her attention. There was a girl much older than Chrissy digging through the pile of rubble that she could only assume was her home. The lady looked desperate, and although Christa was in a hurry to go see her mom, she felt it would be wrong of her to leave the woman like this.
Walking up to the demolished house, Christa asked," Do you need help Miss?" her voice was strained from all the gagging she had done prior to this. "I can help if you want . . . Mommy won't get mad if help you." she said, convincing herself that her mother would most definitely not get mad at her for helping her. She looked like she needed it more than anything anyway.
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It was cold. The wind blew violently in the darkness of the night, Julian sat scrunched up tightly together in a ball hoping to retain any heat he possibly could in this situation, not much though. He was dressed poorly, his mother putting him in some light blue overalls and a pink shirt that read," Quack" with the picture of a small duckling swimming in a puddle. How long had he been there? He didn't remember, but he did know that when his mother brought him here the sun was up and cars were driving by in droves. Now it was nothing but silence. The moon was out, resembling that of a half-eaten cookie to the little blonde hair boy. The child so desperately wanted to find something to warm here, as he was attacked by another gust of wind. However, he had made a promised to his mother that he had full intentions of keeping. He remembered her exact words before she had left him here alone.
The sun was blazing at that time, his mother dressed in a short skirt that barely managed to pass her upper thigh, her torso decorated with a short tank top that revealed the piercing on her belly button. Mother had always received criticism for the way she dressed, although Julian found no fault with that. Well, he did tend to wonder how she wasn't cold most of the time even when she put a jacket on leaving her pale bruised legs exposed to the wind. His mother was somewhat excited on the way towards his father’s house mumbling words he couldn't understand, but she smiled so that must have meant she was happy right? She didn't smile much around Julian, but when she brought other men around the house she did smile, a lot really. Although, when she smiled, she was often accompanied by a foul stench that Julian could only describe as sour. Plus the men that she brought with her were never nice to him, and often times he was forced to leave the house on some long errand his mother gave him. So you could see why this made him happy to see, his mother with something sparkly in her eyes just like she used to when he was younger.
When mother was like this, she tended to be really chatty with him, and would even take the time to listen about his day at school. She didn't like listening to him, but today was special because today they were going to meet Julian's father. Mother had always talked about him using words that the teacher told him were very mean things to say. How could it be mean if mommy smiled while doing it? He often asked himself, never saying the question out loud. With one erratic turn, Julian train of thought was broken, his mother quickly unbuckling his and her seatbelt simultaneously slamming open her door.
"Let's go Julian!" she commanded the 7 year boy, in a relieved tone.
"Okay mommy!" he called out to her, struggling to open the door of the large truck. He almost fell from his seat onto the concrete floor, but somehow managed to keep his balance by holding onto the door handle. After strategically placing himself on solid ground, he could hear his mother calling for him again annoyed by having to wait for him. Gently closing the door, he chased after her who, upon seeing him, began making her way up the flights of stairs. It didn't take long before he caught up to her halfway up the first set of stairs, his short legs trying desperately not top trip over the thin stones before him. After a few more minutes of excruciating torture on his legs, he and his mother finally reached their destination . . . a door? Mother ran up to the wooden frame, and began wailing on the door that Julian had no doubt contained his father.
"What the hell are you making so much racket for!" a tall, muscular man from the next room yelled, mother glaring at the man like a lion getting interrupted during a hunt.
"Where's James." she asked, practically screaming at the guy. Julian retracted, scared to see his mother look as angry as she did. Only other time she yelled like this was when she drank to much of that fancy bottle stuff, and when she was super-duper upset. She was obviously the latter, because she hadn't had anything to drink before they left their apartment.
"Calm down lady! Is that any way to ask for help!" he cried, a women faint coo could be heard coming from his room. Turning his head, his short brown hair danced in the sunlight, before retreating back into the dark room giving his full attention towards his mother.
“I don't know where he's at. Probably gonna be out for a while. Doesn't usually get back until around midnight. If you waiting for that guy you might as well forget it. He goes through women like a bag of lollipops. Sucking on them until they ain't got no more flavor and then throwing them out searching for that next lollipop." he paused looking up and down at mother before continuing," You must be someone he tossed out huh lady. Ya know if ya need someone you can always come here." he said slyly, his eyes crawling up and down her body.
"Your tongue is too soft to handle this flavor hun. I suggest you go back to that little cat you got in there before ya get burned." she stated causing the stranger to laugh. Julian didn't know what was going on, but after she had said what she did, the man slithered back into his room locking the door, and closing it shut. Soon loud thumps and moans could be heard from the guys room, reminded Julian of when his mother locks her doors with another man and hears the exact same noise except louder and clearer.
"Julian, I have to go right now, so could you wait here for daddy for me?" she asked him. The blonde nodded her request, as she then gave him a crumpled up envelope with the letter "J-A-M-E-S" written sloppily across the back of it. "Good boy Julian. Now, give this to daddy when he gets here. Remember, no moving from this spot okay. Promise?" she inquired, Julian sticking out his pinkie finger in response.
"Pinkie Promise." he responded, a smile blessed her lips as she gently entwined her finger with her own and bounced them up and down together. "Now be a good boy while I'm gone. Mommy loves you." and with that she left, just before he could say "I love you too." That was the last time he saw her that day, and now here he was. Sitting against the door of his father's apartment on the verge of freezing to death.
Clack, Clack, Clack. . .
Turning his head towards the sound, he saw a man approach the door he was resting on. Upon arrival, the man looked rather bewildered to see the boy at his door, a smile tugging at his lips. Julian knew who this man was, or rather knew where he saw him from. He was Julian's dad, that mom always talked about, he knew because she had a photo of him that was always faced down along with the entire frame. She told him multiple time not to look at it, but she always looked so happy when they were holding together smiling with one another. The boy was awestruck, almost forgetting to speak when father asked him a question.
"N-no I'm no lost. Mommy left me here, so we could be together." he manage to say between breaths. That's right the letter! He thought to himself as he pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper in his overall pocket.
"Here! Mommy wanted me to give this to you . . . Papa." he mumbled, feeling overjoyed with seeing his father for the first time. He hoped he was nice and like books, because Julian really loved books, but mother never read them to him. Oh, he couldn't wait to hang out with his father, but when was his mother coming back. Weren't they going to hang out together when Papa came back? He wondered.
This'll probably make for some decent manga . . . wait, now's not the time to be thinking books. Slapping the rocks from off her belly and her legs, she forced herself up, a sharp pain attacked her right arm but she managed. Looking for an exit, she saw that a boulder had lodged itself between one of the mangled sliding doors. It was big enough to walk through, ah never mind, like everything else in the world this had a size limit which she couldn't fit through. Great. Even on the verge of suffocation, her weight still plagued her. No. Not today. Not now. She was gonna get out, she'd be damned if she died before she could sell her next doujinshi. Limping to the open space, she could feel the panicked eyes of those around her and then to the small hole she had managed to find in order to escape.
". . . Shit." she mumbled, before lunging herself between the door and the boulder. Behind her were a crowed of possessed people clawing at her legs, trying to pull her out. Sucked for them, she was already nice and most likely losing all blood circulations to her stomach in her current location.
"Ain't no use. Only way out is if you push me out. You kill me and you just got a fatty stuck here for good. Ya push me out, you probably have a chance of surviving. Up to you really." she said bluntly holding an annoyed expression. In the other cart, she could hear frantic voices yelling at one another, most of them siding to push her out while the rest went to murder. Jeez, kill her and get out and feel better about themselves why don't they? There was a little more talking before complete silence, and then a force could be felt pushing her forward. "I haven't done this in a while, but here goes nothing." she thought to herself as she took a deep breath and attempted to suck in some of her stomach fat. It turned out to be a great success as soon, she found herself laying perfectly still on the other side. Afterwards came a rush of crazy people crawling through the hole heading to the door that lead to the subway station. It seemed that they hadn't even left the station, before everything happened . . . What happened again? No time to think about that now.
Standing on her feet once again, she released the breath of air she was holding and cringed at the new claw marks on her legs. They were pretty bad, but she had done far worse at the grocery store on half price meat Wednesday so no . . . harm was done, but not brutal. Jamie exited the subway, the station looked far worse than the train had did, boulders and all. People were sobbing trying to get their loved ones from beneath the rocks while others were pushing each other out the way, literally climbing over one another to reach the stairs. "Was this some kind of poorly written manga?" she thought as she trudged towards the broken escalators. Once there, she was immediately pushed onto the black steps, forced to run or be trampled by a mob of crazed citizens.
“I KNEW I SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME TODAY!" she hollered as they forced her up the steps and beyond the little "gate machines" as she called them. The whole process took about a good 5 minutes, but to an involuntary Jamie it took forever. Ducking from annoying people, having to punch one or two who threaten to pull her skirt off. Today was a bad day. Scratch that, one hell of a bad day. Now she was outside, and with all honesty after having seen the havoc up there, dying in the subway car seem so much of a better option.
"That's it, I'm going back . . .” she paused, seeing as the crowd of swarming zombies were still pouring out from underground. “Never mind." she sighed, as she glanced at what was behind her. Soon there was something that got her full attention. There was this thing in the distance that looked like something you'd see off some Occult anime or something. The back of her throat burned as she felt the bile rise from her stomach, attempting to spill out onto the floor. She somehow managed to keep it down thinking," Not my limited edition Shrimp chips!" Mind over matter really was amazing. Looking back at the thing, she realized that it was already on top of her, having closed the distance in that short amount of time. No more question asked. Like a track runner wearing heels, she sprinted towards one of the nearing building, the monster devouring random bystanders. Now she knew they weren't targeting anyone which made this all the more frightening. Searching for a building, she found what she deemed to be a deserted storage unit in the old neighborhood and dived right in.
She pushed her way through the broken doors and found a large desk to hide beneath. She kept perfectly still, except for the occasional growling, she didn't make a peep. Jamie could hear the screaming of those outside who were stupid enough not to find a place to take cover. Turning her head, she felt something wet sliding down her face, and hitting her lap. Was she crying, of all the times she was crying now!? But she couldn't stop it, it finally registered within her brain that she could possibly die at this very moment. Scrunching up into a ball, she sobbed thinking about the way she'd die under a desk. Her parent would . . . would probably have a freaking field day knowing that their neet of a child was finally gone, out the house, no more.
"Just eat me now." she begged as she stayed motionless beneath the table. "Yeah . . . kill me."
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Today was beautiful. The sky was a brilliant bright blue, the sun sparkling neatly in the sky, and the Earth trembled. The earth was trembling? That never happened before. Did it have tummy ache? Christa swayed at the shaking of the ground beneath her, the grocery in her hands pushing away from her tiny grip.
"No you! Mommy said she's cooking today, so you behave okay." she asked politely, the rumbling slowly began to cease. She smiled happily and bowed, thanking it as it stopped the groceries from squirming away. Now they were just plain bags of food resting calmly in her arms. Making sure that Bonbon, her pink bunny backpack, was okay she turned to look at the grinning rabbit.
"Bonbon you okay back there?" she inquired carrying a worried expression on her face. She was met with silence. Yep, Bonbon was definitely okay, so she began walking down the hill back to her house. Christa's ebony hair bounced joyfully as the little girl hummed a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was a little baby. As she went further down, she noticed that rocks began to cover the streets, and the further she went the bigger the rocks got. "Huh. This is weird. Did someone not clean their yard?" she thought as she skipped over the smaller rocks that crossed her path. Looking around, she could see large rock piles which she was sure used to be houses. No. This wasn't good, not good at all. Christa became fully aware of her surroundings, her gaze falling on legs that had no torsos and hands with no arms. A thick foul smelling liquid colored them all in a scary red causing Christa to shiver, tears pushing from her tear ducts. "No. Crying is for babies. I'm not a baby anymore." she told herself, releasing one arm to wipe away the "mysterious" water under her eye lids.
"Gotta go home. Mommy's coming home today, so she there." she mumbled, staring at her trembling feet. The faint sound of screaming could be heard in the distance making the little girl jump, almost wetting herself. She didn't, but it still scared her, making it incredibly hard to move. Christa, held the bags tightly, her ears alert, but something strange happened. She could hear . . . no, wait that wasn't it. She couldn't describe it. She didn't hear it, but she could feel it tugging at her consciousness like . . . like it was calling her. Following her senses, she reached a small flower that was entrapped under a small stone.
"Was it you?" she asked receiving no response. Although it didn't answer, she could feel it nodding its head. It was a really strange feeling that made her incredibly sad, but brightened up for some reason.
"I'll get you out." she told the tiny pink flower. Dropping the bag of groceries, she placed her small hands under the rock and began picking it up. It was heavier than it looked and took a while, but she somehow managed to roll it the other direction which she would soon regret. There underneath the boulder, a crushed hand laid, blood drooling out of the open wounds. It looked nothing like a hand, but more like a mashed potato served on those T.V shows with the people in all orange suits. Her stomach answered it with leftover cookies and rice as she threw up beside it. Oh the smell was nasty. Christa quickly held her nose at the stench, grabbing the bag of food and then the little pink flower and escaped the dreadful scene.
She ran for a good 4 minutes before stopping, this time her stomach threatening to throw up her breakfast from this morning. Her throat burned, but she kept it inside, her eyes watery from having vomited earlier. "Almost home. Chrissy's almost home." she reminded herself, before a clicking noise from her right caught her attention. There was a girl much older than Chrissy digging through the pile of rubble that she could only assume was her home. The lady looked desperate, and although Christa was in a hurry to go see her mom, she felt it would be wrong of her to leave the woman like this.
Walking up to the demolished house, Christa asked," Do you need help Miss?" her voice was strained from all the gagging she had done prior to this. "I can help if you want . . . Mommy won't get mad if help you." she said, convincing herself that her mother would most definitely not get mad at her for helping her. She looked like she needed it more than anything anyway.
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It was cold. The wind blew violently in the darkness of the night, Julian sat scrunched up tightly together in a ball hoping to retain any heat he possibly could in this situation, not much though. He was dressed poorly, his mother putting him in some light blue overalls and a pink shirt that read," Quack" with the picture of a small duckling swimming in a puddle. How long had he been there? He didn't remember, but he did know that when his mother brought him here the sun was up and cars were driving by in droves. Now it was nothing but silence. The moon was out, resembling that of a half-eaten cookie to the little blonde hair boy. The child so desperately wanted to find something to warm here, as he was attacked by another gust of wind. However, he had made a promised to his mother that he had full intentions of keeping. He remembered her exact words before she had left him here alone.
The sun was blazing at that time, his mother dressed in a short skirt that barely managed to pass her upper thigh, her torso decorated with a short tank top that revealed the piercing on her belly button. Mother had always received criticism for the way she dressed, although Julian found no fault with that. Well, he did tend to wonder how she wasn't cold most of the time even when she put a jacket on leaving her pale bruised legs exposed to the wind. His mother was somewhat excited on the way towards his father’s house mumbling words he couldn't understand, but she smiled so that must have meant she was happy right? She didn't smile much around Julian, but when she brought other men around the house she did smile, a lot really. Although, when she smiled, she was often accompanied by a foul stench that Julian could only describe as sour. Plus the men that she brought with her were never nice to him, and often times he was forced to leave the house on some long errand his mother gave him. So you could see why this made him happy to see, his mother with something sparkly in her eyes just like she used to when he was younger.
When mother was like this, she tended to be really chatty with him, and would even take the time to listen about his day at school. She didn't like listening to him, but today was special because today they were going to meet Julian's father. Mother had always talked about him using words that the teacher told him were very mean things to say. How could it be mean if mommy smiled while doing it? He often asked himself, never saying the question out loud. With one erratic turn, Julian train of thought was broken, his mother quickly unbuckling his and her seatbelt simultaneously slamming open her door.
"Let's go Julian!" she commanded the 7 year boy, in a relieved tone.
"Okay mommy!" he called out to her, struggling to open the door of the large truck. He almost fell from his seat onto the concrete floor, but somehow managed to keep his balance by holding onto the door handle. After strategically placing himself on solid ground, he could hear his mother calling for him again annoyed by having to wait for him. Gently closing the door, he chased after her who, upon seeing him, began making her way up the flights of stairs. It didn't take long before he caught up to her halfway up the first set of stairs, his short legs trying desperately not top trip over the thin stones before him. After a few more minutes of excruciating torture on his legs, he and his mother finally reached their destination . . . a door? Mother ran up to the wooden frame, and began wailing on the door that Julian had no doubt contained his father.
"What the hell are you making so much racket for!" a tall, muscular man from the next room yelled, mother glaring at the man like a lion getting interrupted during a hunt.
"Where's James." she asked, practically screaming at the guy. Julian retracted, scared to see his mother look as angry as she did. Only other time she yelled like this was when she drank to much of that fancy bottle stuff, and when she was super-duper upset. She was obviously the latter, because she hadn't had anything to drink before they left their apartment.
"Calm down lady! Is that any way to ask for help!" he cried, a women faint coo could be heard coming from his room. Turning his head, his short brown hair danced in the sunlight, before retreating back into the dark room giving his full attention towards his mother.
“I don't know where he's at. Probably gonna be out for a while. Doesn't usually get back until around midnight. If you waiting for that guy you might as well forget it. He goes through women like a bag of lollipops. Sucking on them until they ain't got no more flavor and then throwing them out searching for that next lollipop." he paused looking up and down at mother before continuing," You must be someone he tossed out huh lady. Ya know if ya need someone you can always come here." he said slyly, his eyes crawling up and down her body.
"Your tongue is too soft to handle this flavor hun. I suggest you go back to that little cat you got in there before ya get burned." she stated causing the stranger to laugh. Julian didn't know what was going on, but after she had said what she did, the man slithered back into his room locking the door, and closing it shut. Soon loud thumps and moans could be heard from the guys room, reminded Julian of when his mother locks her doors with another man and hears the exact same noise except louder and clearer.
"Julian, I have to go right now, so could you wait here for daddy for me?" she asked him. The blonde nodded her request, as she then gave him a crumpled up envelope with the letter "J-A-M-E-S" written sloppily across the back of it. "Good boy Julian. Now, give this to daddy when he gets here. Remember, no moving from this spot okay. Promise?" she inquired, Julian sticking out his pinkie finger in response.
"Pinkie Promise." he responded, a smile blessed her lips as she gently entwined her finger with her own and bounced them up and down together. "Now be a good boy while I'm gone. Mommy loves you." and with that she left, just before he could say "I love you too." That was the last time he saw her that day, and now here he was. Sitting against the door of his father's apartment on the verge of freezing to death.
Clack, Clack, Clack. . .
Turning his head towards the sound, he saw a man approach the door he was resting on. Upon arrival, the man looked rather bewildered to see the boy at his door, a smile tugging at his lips. Julian knew who this man was, or rather knew where he saw him from. He was Julian's dad, that mom always talked about, he knew because she had a photo of him that was always faced down along with the entire frame. She told him multiple time not to look at it, but she always looked so happy when they were holding together smiling with one another. The boy was awestruck, almost forgetting to speak when father asked him a question.
"N-no I'm no lost. Mommy left me here, so we could be together." he manage to say between breaths. That's right the letter! He thought to himself as he pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper in his overall pocket.
"Here! Mommy wanted me to give this to you . . . Papa." he mumbled, feeling overjoyed with seeing his father for the first time. He hoped he was nice and like books, because Julian really loved books, but mother never read them to him. Oh, he couldn't wait to hang out with his father, but when was his mother coming back. Weren't they going to hang out together when Papa came back? He wondered.
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