Firstly , thanking all the readers who've read the story and a special thank you to justin for his in sight and help- thank you. Well on with part three......
I was at the bus stop, waiting tirelessly for a bus; it seems that over the years the Toronto Transit Commission had decided to undermine its customers, for the service has become so annoying, sometimes I cuss to myself. Or, maybe its me having an impatiency problem. However you put it, I was waiting, tirelessly. It was about 6:30pm and be it fall, as was, it was dark out already. There was a slight chill in the air and mammoth grey clouds rolled over each other, but no rain. I shifted from foot to foot , sucking my teeth every five minutes due to my growing frustration and anger.
I had decided to go to the party. The outcome of me being seen by my brother wasn't a bit of a concern to me- or so i kept trying to convince myself. I was about to walk when a silver Lexus of some kind( as mush as I like "seeing" a nice car, I don't take it up as a must to know or learn about every make and model there are out there. I destracted myself to obsevre the beauty infront of me but went straight back to cussing off the TTC.
"Need a lift stranger?" a voice glided through the lowering passenger window. My only response was to look even further down the street hoping that the damn bus would show up right then. I've had enough encounters of this sort.
" Hey D!" okay so the person clearly knows me, or atleast the fist letter of my name and somehow now, there was a familiar ring to it. But there isn't anyone i know that calls me "D".
" Daimien!" I cautiosly look around with growing eyes.
" Nick?"
" The one and only." came his cocky reply. Puffing up his shirt collar then he licked his thumbs and ran them along their repective eyebrows.
"How'd you find me? Nice wheels! Is it yours? i poured questions on him.
" Wow! Slow down groupie." he chuckled because i rolled my eyes at the giant that is his ego. " I have connections. Thanks and No" he finally answered. "Now get your ass in here." he slid over as to open the car door and rested his hand on the neck of the passenger's seat. "I don't wanna be dancing with an ice cube tonight." he continued. I got in the car and closed the dppr.
" Who said we'll be dancing." i turned to say but almost hit his lips. I backed up.
" You are so hot" his smooth calm voice echoed in my ear. I need not for him to tell me that. I was wearing a baggy cargo pants, black timbs, a looped silver belt, a black snuggly vest and a glasses. I like playing with my image and this one I'll call ghetto smart. Anyhow, we were in the car but the durk would drive off. Instead, he scooted even closer to me and just stared blankly at me. Now I can smell a slight peppermint scent coming off him. The heat rises as i twitch a litle trying to get comfotable under what i'll call scrutiny. I cleared my throat of the lup in it and asked if we were going or not, to which my only answer was:" I'm so crushing on you right now." I turned slowly to face him. He was truly naturally beautiful, Nice pairs of pink lips,black shining hair that flowed down to his lips. Dark soulful eyes that seems to see right through your. A straight nose that looks fake, the again he looks fake, lol. ' So fucking hot! So fucking hot!' kept playing through my mind until we heard a loud ' peep' behind us. It was the bus. I put up the peace sign in the rear-mirror as Nick sped off.
"So, how'd you find me?" i said trying to lightwen the air.
" Well, I know what street micheal lives on but not what house number so.."
"You didn't knock on every house door on bathurst to find me, did you?" I asked stupidly.
" Well not exactly but I had the thought." There he goes smiling those beauties again.
As the drive progressed we got to know each other a little better. He's from up north in Ottawa bot lived in Toronto since his last year of highschool. He din't mention much about his family though, except that, he has a younger brother and an older sister. He also described them as 'compact'. Hmm, I said to the last one because it was so vague yet open.
" So.... what ya studying?" He's majoring in law and minor psychology.
" Criminologist?"
" Not even!" he smirked.
The rest off the ride he taled about general things such as friends and recent occassions. However, I dreamily stared at his every move, deafen towards his speech. He was, and still is, so intoxicating. That peppermint smell ( I have to ask him about that!), Gracefull yet manly stirs and movement. Occassionally he would look over at me from his driving and smile, sending a chill from the back of my neck to the peak of my ass.
Our arrival at the party was too soon. We drove up to the huge ass courtyard, alredy filled with cars. Firstly , thanking all the readers who've read the story and a special thank you to justin for his in sight and help- thnak you. Well on with part three......
I was at the bus stop, tirelessly waitng for a bus; it seems that over the years the Toronto Transit Commission had decided to undermine its customers for the service has become so annoying sometimes I cuss to myself. Or, maybe its me having an impatiency problem. Hoever you put it, I was waiting, tirelessly. It was about 6:30pm and be it fall, as was, it was dark out already. Ther was a slight chill in the air and mammoth grey clouds roll over each other, but no rain. I shifted from foot to foot , sucking my teeth every five minutes due to my growing frustration and anger.
I had decided to go to the party. The outcome of me being seen by my brother wasn't a bit of a concern to me- or so i kept telling myself. I was about to walk when a silver Lexus of some kind( as mush as I like "seeing" a nice car, I don't take it up as a must to know or learn about every make and model there are out there. I destracted myself to obsevre the beauty infront of me but went straight back to cuss TTC.
"Need a lift stranger?" a voice glided through the lowering passenger window. My only response was to look even further down the street hoping that the damn bus would show up right then. I've had enough encounters of this sort.
" Hey D!" okay so the person clearly knows me, or atleast the fist letter of my name and somehow, now there was a familiar ring to it. But there isn't anyone i know that calls me "D".
" Daimien!" I cautiosly look around with growing eyes.
" Nick?"
" The one and only." came his cocky reply. Puffing up his shiet collar he licked his thumbs and ran them along their repective eyebrows.
"How'd you find me? Nice wheels! Is it yours? i poured questions on him.
" Wow! Slow down groupie." he chuckled because i rolled my eyes at the giant that is his ego. " I have connections. Thanks and No" he finally answered. "Now get your ass in here." he slid over as to open the car door and rested his hand on the neck of the passenger's seat. "I don't wanna be dancing with an ice cube tonight." he continued. I got in the car and closed the dppr.
" Who said we'll be dancing." i turned to say but almost hit his lips. I backed up.
" You are so hot" his smooth calm voice echoed in my ear. I need not for him to tell me that. I was wearing a baggy cargo pants, black timbs, a looped silver belt, a black snuggly vest and a glasses. I like playing with my image and this one I'll call ghetto smart. Anyhow, we were in the car but the durk would drive off. Instead, he scooted even closer to me and just stared blankly at me. Now I can smell a slight peppermint scent coming off him. The heat rises as i twitch a litle trying to get comfotable under what i'll call scrutiny. I cleared my throat of the lup in it and asked if we were going or not, to which my only answer was:" I'm so crushing on you right now." I turned slowly to face him. He was truly naturally beautiful, Nice pairs of pink lips,black shining hair that flowed down to his lips. Dark soulful eyes that seems to see right through your. A straight nose that looks fake, the again he looks fake, lol. ' So fucking hot! So fucking hot!' kept playing through my mind until we heard a loud ' peep' behind us. It was the bus. I put up the peace sign in the rear-mirror as Nick sped off.
"So, how'd you find me?" i said trying to lightwen the air.
" Well, I know what street micheal lives on but not what house number so.."
"You didn't knock on every house door on bathurst to find me, did you?" I asked stupidly.
" Well not exactly but I had the thought." There he goes smiling those beauties again.
As the drive progressed we got to know each other a little better. He's from up north in Ottawa bot lived in Toronto since his last year of highschool. He din't mention much about his family though, except that, he has a younger brother and an older sister. He also described them as 'compact'. Hmm, I said to the last one because it was so vague yet open.
" So.... what ya studying?" He's majoring in law and minor psychology.
" Criminologist?"
" Not even!" he smirked.
The rest off the ride he taled about general things such as friends and recent occassions. However, I dreamily stared at his every move, deafen towards his speech. He was, and still is, so intoxicating. That peppermint smell ( I have to ask him about that!), Gracefull yet manly stirs and movement. Occassionally he would look over at me from his driving and smile, sending a chill from the back of my neck to the peak of my ass.
Our arrival at the party was too soon. We drove up to the huge ass courtyard, already filled with cars, the smell off beer and couples making out in the darker areas off the yard.
" It's not even 8 yet!" I complained to Nick about a, plainly, drugged up couple doing some havy tongue whipping on each other.
" Welcome to the life baby!" he yelled and ran off to the guy I first saw him with. They horsed around a bit but stopped as I approached.
" Oh... Jamie. This is Daimien..... a friend if mine." Nicked coughed between breathes.
" Interesting. Nice to meet you, Daimien. Yo, Nick the party is already hyped, man! There're horny chicks everywhere you go around here. I don't know about the afterlife but this one is sweet. It's to bad....."
" Too bad what?" Nick seemed intrigued in this question. " Hmmm?"
" Nuttin' man." As Nick walked off I followed behind .
" Clearly he's fucked!"
Well, we went inside and I was not surprised to see the amount off people that were there. My mind rushed back to Nick and I felt my heart jump hard. We approached a group off five that Nick introduced me to as his friends. We said our hey 'watsup' but I was particularly interested in any of them. Can't say the same for this brunette who kept talking to me and pluffing up her breasts.
' Aren't you barking up the wrong tree.' I kept saying to myself. It was apparent to everyone about her hopeless advances, so Nick decided to give her a clue:
" He's MY friend" which only made them laugh.
" Urrrrrrhhh..... you poor thing. Got suck with this shit head. I'd a really like me some chocolate." She tried to dral a southern black accent that made me roll my eyes so hard it hurt.
" Get away the bitch bites!" which resulted to a slapped to the back of the head from the brunette.
After that everyone was just talking about incidents that happened around campus. I 'm talking about about thirty minutes of shit I don't now about.
"You look bored." Nicked turned to me and gently pushed me up to the wall away fom the group.
" Nay. I'm aight (aight is slang for alright).
" Wanna dance?"
" Are you drunk?"
" To ask you to dance.....?"
" Hottie alert!!!" we heard from iver Nicks shoulders. We turned to see who and while the girls drooled I was somewhat petrified to see my brother coming over to us. I looked over to Nick who couldn't seem to care less. I was about to say something when I heard in my left ear:
" Didn't I tell you not to come here?!" Came my brother's voice.
" Look Micheal! I'll go anywhere I feel like."
" Oh really? Well you're going home!"
" I sorry papi but last I check you didn't have a kid." He clenched his teeth together and I could've make out his strong jawline. I was being a smart ass and he hates that.
" Look, baby." He genlt grabbed my chin for me to look into his eyes. " Don't make me meet you back here. There's drugs and alcohol flying aroynd and if a cop comes up......"
" I told him to come man. It's cool I won't let shit happen to him." Nick piped in coolly but was only met with an evil glare from Micheal. My brother let go of me and walked off.
" What an asshole!" the brunette shouted." But a hot one." I walked off without saying anything to the others. As I was walking throught the courtyard I heard Nick yelleed for me to wait up. I stopped.
" Wanna go get some pizza or something..... hang? The night is still young and we can hang, you know. You don't have to go home and maybe he's right. There're too much shit happening here and I don't have anything else to do and I'll like to just hang with you." he twisted from side to side and almost look as if he was pleading.
" Sure where to?" I said smiling at his child-like reasoning.
" Good! I know this really good place." he said as he hugged me around my waist and lead the way to the car."
To be continued......
I'd like to thank you for reading. I know it's not jerk off material, yet, but bare with me please. I'd like for you to have an image as if you were there with us. Send all comments; good, band and ugly to blah.blah.blah666@hotmail.com. God knows what i was thinking when I made that address up. Anycow ( intended) Thank you and see you soon. Peace!