Post by arthur timothee hastings on Jan 19, 2015 15:50:26 GMT -5
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Arthur timoThEe hastings
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she was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. her eyes were a lovely milk chocolate color, a come hither look in them. her long dark brown hair went past her boobs, curled into ringlets. her figure was one that made guys drool and other girls jealous. her boobs were just big enough to be real and were displayed quite nicely in her scoop neck shirt. the jeans she wore were so tight that it was a wonder her butt managed to fit into them. the best part of everything? those brown eyes were looked on his, that large ass swinging back and forth was making it's way over to him. she was a very fine specimen of woman. not as nice a specimen as he, but she would make a very nice bedwarmer. he didn't look away from his prize. it was funny how well he knew this game, the game of find and catch. even funnier how well he rehearsed the ending. sure, she could have him for tonight. he'd give her his full attention and she'd probably have the time of her life. but tomorrow morning would be just another passing memory for him. she'd probably call him a few times over the next week and then join the girls that had come before her with the same hopes and expectations, only to find a swift and firm rejection. that didn't matter now though. all that mattered was the game, the one he had mastered so many years ago with atticus. well hey there cutie, what's someone like you doing by yourself. certainly you must be waiting for a girlfriend or something.
and now was the time to turn on the charm. he plastered a smirk on his face, running a hand through his hair, watching her eyes watch his hands, an appreciative look in her eyes. i'm afraid not. i'm all by myself tonight. he watched as her eyes lit up at his words, which had been dripping with charm. like usual, it hadn't taken her much to fall under her spell. actually, so far she was easier than most. her fingers tapped out a rhythm on the table, a tune he recognized. he began to hum along to the tune, watching at she blushed, pulling her hand back in embarrassment. really?! it was almost a squeal. really, well, you aren't all by yourself anymore. i'm felicia. hook, line, sinker. from this point on it was easy sailing. his smirk had become a charming smile, and it was pretty obvious that she was not resistant to his charms. i'm arthur, 24 years old, currently between jobs, born october 31st, which makes me a scorpio. any more questions? she seemed flustered by the onslaught of information. he took the chance to flash her his own come hither smile. he could get used to the blush in her cheeks. this was, while easy, the most vital part of the game. she could easily fall right into his trap like most did, or she could pick up the hint within his words and react based on her own preferences. she seemed to be the clueless type, falling right into the trap he'd laid out. i do have one actually? he smiled at her encouragingly, earning another nervous smile. do you wanna get out of here and go somewhere more private? sounds absolutely perfect, my house is empty and waiting for someone to make it cozy.
he didn't hesitate to grab her hand. he turned to look at atticus, who had rolled his eyes. boo smiled at him with a salute. and with that, they left the bar. the apartment he had wasn't that far away. it certainly made his traveling to work more convenient. so were you born in Los angeles? he thought this sounded like a ridiculous question, all things considered. but of course, they weren't home yet and so he'd answer her questions. no, Pheonix actually felicia giggled. i feel like there's a story behind that. wow, so pretty didn't always mean not annoying. average childhood, nothing spectacular to speak of. just like every other kid on this god damned planet. okay so that wasn't really true, but he wasn't about to get into his history with someone he would completely have forgotten about by this time tomorrow. arthur had been raised in a very normal well off household. his dad owned a small law firm that he'd started himself. his mom was a stay at home. he had an older sister named genevieve. it was the normal average life of a spoiled little boy. though right from the start, it was obvious that he wasn't of the average intelligence. even as a child, he seemed to be far more clever and quick witted than even his stoic older sister. when most kids were off to normal schools for normal kids, boo had been placed in an advanced school with all the other genius kids. it wasn't all bad though. without that school, he probably would never have met atticus malloy, his best friend. yeah, most of his education was just like everyone else's. in high school, he and atticus moved into the darker side of life. his sister had graduated and they were the infamous jokesters. if there was a prank in high school, it could probably be traced back to them and then very proudly claimed. had they not been smart, they probably wouldn't have graduated on time.
the only problem with being smart was that everyone expected you to become something. as his senior year came around, his parents began to pressure him into applying for college. for their sake, he applied to every ivy league college. he got accepted into all of them and was even offered full ride scholarships. but when the time came to choose a college, he turned them all down. college just wasn't where he wanted to be in life at this time. this pissed his parents off. all they could talk about was his great opportunities and how he ruined everything. and the person they blamed for everything : atticus malloy, his "delinquent" friend. that perhaps was the part that turned him against his parents. at that point, he had packed up a bag and moved out. he never said anything to his parents but the message was clear enough. he had chosen atticus over his family. they both got a little more sober, but still retained the life of a bachelor, well boo did. Atticus got married. he'd never had anything to complain about, not really. they both worked at the bar. he turned his gaze to felicia. the rest of the walk had been mostly quiet up to this point. he unlocked the door and led her in. his lips were pressed to hers the second the door shut behind them. he pushed her backwards, towards the couch, before lowering her onto it. they were still kissing at this point, only stopping to breathe. his hand slid down to the hem of her shirt, pushing up until his hand rested on her flat stomach before just taking her shirt off. they were both panting and shirtless at this point, and she'd unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, her hand still touching him.
it was exactly at that moment that he heard the door wiggle. he hadn't locked it on the way in, it proved to have very little resistance as it swung open. atticus was on the other side of the door, smirking as he saw the scene on the couch. it was probably a pretty regular scene in this house. however, he felt felicia stiffen underneath him. there was a muttered 'fuck' and he sat up. she reached around for her shirt, which he was sitting on. he stood up and tossed the shirt at her. before long it was back on her and she was looking between the two of them, like she was trying to figure something out. she pushed herself off the couch. i didn't... i can't... i'm sorry... some other time maybe? she looked at him this time, a hopeful look on her face. no, fraid not honey, i don't give second chances. this time her face twisted in rage as she realized what exactly she'd gotten herself into her. she snatched up her purse and her coat, stalking towards the door, only to turn around and throw parting words at him. you are such an ass hole. i hope you know that. gods, you two are pigs. with those last words, which were obviously supposed to be insulting, she stalked out the door. hope you had a good time he called out, getting a frustrated scream in response. atticus closed the door and locked it behind him. he didn't need words to see the laughter in atticus' eyes, or the half ass apology. it happened way to often for him to ever actually feel sorry. at least this time boo had his clothes on. he looked down at his bare chest and unzipped pants. he always thought it was rude to get a man excited on purpose and then just to leave him hanging like felicia had. well i'm gonna go finish taking care of unfinished business, little bitch. call me when its dinner time? he didn't wait for an answer, just walking into his bedroom so he could finish what had been started.
and now was the time to turn on the charm. he plastered a smirk on his face, running a hand through his hair, watching her eyes watch his hands, an appreciative look in her eyes. i'm afraid not. i'm all by myself tonight. he watched as her eyes lit up at his words, which had been dripping with charm. like usual, it hadn't taken her much to fall under her spell. actually, so far she was easier than most. her fingers tapped out a rhythm on the table, a tune he recognized. he began to hum along to the tune, watching at she blushed, pulling her hand back in embarrassment. really?! it was almost a squeal. really, well, you aren't all by yourself anymore. i'm felicia. hook, line, sinker. from this point on it was easy sailing. his smirk had become a charming smile, and it was pretty obvious that she was not resistant to his charms. i'm arthur, 24 years old, currently between jobs, born october 31st, which makes me a scorpio. any more questions? she seemed flustered by the onslaught of information. he took the chance to flash her his own come hither smile. he could get used to the blush in her cheeks. this was, while easy, the most vital part of the game. she could easily fall right into his trap like most did, or she could pick up the hint within his words and react based on her own preferences. she seemed to be the clueless type, falling right into the trap he'd laid out. i do have one actually? he smiled at her encouragingly, earning another nervous smile. do you wanna get out of here and go somewhere more private? sounds absolutely perfect, my house is empty and waiting for someone to make it cozy.
he didn't hesitate to grab her hand. he turned to look at atticus, who had rolled his eyes. boo smiled at him with a salute. and with that, they left the bar. the apartment he had wasn't that far away. it certainly made his traveling to work more convenient. so were you born in Los angeles? he thought this sounded like a ridiculous question, all things considered. but of course, they weren't home yet and so he'd answer her questions. no, Pheonix actually felicia giggled. i feel like there's a story behind that. wow, so pretty didn't always mean not annoying. average childhood, nothing spectacular to speak of. just like every other kid on this god damned planet. okay so that wasn't really true, but he wasn't about to get into his history with someone he would completely have forgotten about by this time tomorrow. arthur had been raised in a very normal well off household. his dad owned a small law firm that he'd started himself. his mom was a stay at home. he had an older sister named genevieve. it was the normal average life of a spoiled little boy. though right from the start, it was obvious that he wasn't of the average intelligence. even as a child, he seemed to be far more clever and quick witted than even his stoic older sister. when most kids were off to normal schools for normal kids, boo had been placed in an advanced school with all the other genius kids. it wasn't all bad though. without that school, he probably would never have met atticus malloy, his best friend. yeah, most of his education was just like everyone else's. in high school, he and atticus moved into the darker side of life. his sister had graduated and they were the infamous jokesters. if there was a prank in high school, it could probably be traced back to them and then very proudly claimed. had they not been smart, they probably wouldn't have graduated on time.
the only problem with being smart was that everyone expected you to become something. as his senior year came around, his parents began to pressure him into applying for college. for their sake, he applied to every ivy league college. he got accepted into all of them and was even offered full ride scholarships. but when the time came to choose a college, he turned them all down. college just wasn't where he wanted to be in life at this time. this pissed his parents off. all they could talk about was his great opportunities and how he ruined everything. and the person they blamed for everything : atticus malloy, his "delinquent" friend. that perhaps was the part that turned him against his parents. at that point, he had packed up a bag and moved out. he never said anything to his parents but the message was clear enough. he had chosen atticus over his family. they both got a little more sober, but still retained the life of a bachelor, well boo did. Atticus got married. he'd never had anything to complain about, not really. they both worked at the bar. he turned his gaze to felicia. the rest of the walk had been mostly quiet up to this point. he unlocked the door and led her in. his lips were pressed to hers the second the door shut behind them. he pushed her backwards, towards the couch, before lowering her onto it. they were still kissing at this point, only stopping to breathe. his hand slid down to the hem of her shirt, pushing up until his hand rested on her flat stomach before just taking her shirt off. they were both panting and shirtless at this point, and she'd unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, her hand still touching him.
it was exactly at that moment that he heard the door wiggle. he hadn't locked it on the way in, it proved to have very little resistance as it swung open. atticus was on the other side of the door, smirking as he saw the scene on the couch. it was probably a pretty regular scene in this house. however, he felt felicia stiffen underneath him. there was a muttered 'fuck' and he sat up. she reached around for her shirt, which he was sitting on. he stood up and tossed the shirt at her. before long it was back on her and she was looking between the two of them, like she was trying to figure something out. she pushed herself off the couch. i didn't... i can't... i'm sorry... some other time maybe? she looked at him this time, a hopeful look on her face. no, fraid not honey, i don't give second chances. this time her face twisted in rage as she realized what exactly she'd gotten herself into her. she snatched up her purse and her coat, stalking towards the door, only to turn around and throw parting words at him. you are such an ass hole. i hope you know that. gods, you two are pigs. with those last words, which were obviously supposed to be insulting, she stalked out the door. hope you had a good time he called out, getting a frustrated scream in response. atticus closed the door and locked it behind him. he didn't need words to see the laughter in atticus' eyes, or the half ass apology. it happened way to often for him to ever actually feel sorry. at least this time boo had his clothes on. he looked down at his bare chest and unzipped pants. he always thought it was rude to get a man excited on purpose and then just to leave him hanging like felicia had. well i'm gonna go finish taking care of unfinished business, little bitch. call me when its dinner time? he didn't wait for an answer, just walking into his bedroom so he could finish what had been started.
JACK BARAKAT - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY LEXI
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