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Disclaimer: I wrote this, don't copy it unless you ask. This is fiction. If there are people who are similar to people in the story or have the same name, I didn't intend it. Beware, teen sex, gay sex! Don't like that don't enter, you have been warned.
Why are you still reading this when you could be reading the stuff that comes now?
Case has weird habits. He goes out for a run every morning no matter if it rains, snows, thunderstormes. Case starts his day with a run. How can people do that? It is so boring. He says it helps him clear his head. One time he tried to get me to go with him, I gave up after what he claimed were three minutes because my side hurt and I couldn't breathe. He said that was normal and if I had some self-discipline in me I'd just keep going. In a way Case is the complete opposite of me. He is very disciplined. He gets up every morning, goes for a run, makes coffee, takes a shower, gets dressed, kisses me good-bye. Then he goes to work every day at the same time, I'm pretty sure he takes his breaks at the same times.
He has his routines and does nothing to disrupt them, but then, he doesn't need to, because he's got me for that.
I was woken by the sound of the shower and the smell of coffee. I got up and sneaked into the bathroom. The mirror was fogged up and the air was hot and humid. I saw him through the foggy glass of our shower, his lean dark siluette. I'll have to remember this picture to paint it someday.
I quietly slipped into the shower.
"You jack of in the shower?" I whispered in his ear and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Lucy you scared me to death!"
"Why? Having a bad conscious?"
"I wasn't^Å you know. Doing that! So no. I don't" And he turned around and continued to wash himself. That was really all he had done but it was funny as hell to tease him with the other stuff. For being such a beast in bed he sure was a prude talking about it.
I kissed his neck and drew his hips closer to me.
"Lucy. I don't have time for this right now."
I pouted and purred in his ear.
"What are you doing here anyways? Aren't you usually asleep at this time of the day?"
"Yes, but I felt so lonely in bed without you." And I continued kissing his neck and reached around him to play with his belly-button.
"Lucy, you're making me horny!"
"That's the point!"
"O boy" he gasped as I got around him and sank to my knees to take his dick in my mouth.
That was probably the only time Case has ever been late for work.
I finished the eyes-painting that day. I didn't go back to bed after the shower interlude and started right after breakfast, so that I was done by lunch.
I started cleaning the living room after that. I decided our living room needed something more special. It had my paintings lying around everywhere, which annoyed me and the walls were white, which annoyed me even more.
So I packed away the paintings. I had a room that's only purpose was to have my paintings in it. Then I decided to paint the living room. I have to say something more about our house at this point. It has a high roof of raw, unpolished, light wood with huge windows in it, which makes the light perfect for painting. The walls of the rooms end at a certain level, so that you could climb from every room to the other and can see the whole ceiling from every room in the house. The kitchen has a door that leads to the garden. The kitchen is very small but it is fully equipped with a microwave, oven, sink, everything I needed to prepare a hearty meal, but because the one side is almost only windows there is little space to put a cupboard. Breakfast right next to the garden even in the winter makes up for that though. You can walk through the front door, the living room past the "stage" and directly towards the backdoor in the kitchen that leads to the garden and I decided to use this for designing the living room. I just didn't know how yet.
So I called Case, my muse, my inspiration, on his cell phone.
"I'm in a meeting right now." He whispered.
"Really? Cool, with whom?"
I could tell I had brought him off track. "Ehhm, with my boss?" I heard laughter from many people in the background. "Listen, I'll call you later."
"Hm, ok, I was just going to tell you that I'll paint our living room."
"You WHAT? Don't do anything; I'll call you in ten minutes." Louder laughter in the background, as if he had an audience.
"Hm, ok. Love you."
"Bye."
How unsatisfying. He obviously didn't even trust me with our living-room walls and that^Åhurt. I had just wanted to tell him that I was going to do it and ask him if he had some ideas, but he obviously didn't want prettier living-room walls. I didn't want them anymore either. And he didn't say he loved me back. Asshole. I sit around here, thinking how to make his home more inevitable and he can't even show the slightest bit of affection.
I know I was being over-dramatic, but that was how I felt. Unloved, unappreciated, distrusted.
The phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Hi Lucy, it's me."
"Hi." I replied grumpily.
"I'm out of the meeting now, so tell me what you had in mind again."
"Nothing."
"Are you mad or something?" of course he sensed my mood. Not very hard to do.
"No." Yes.
"Ok. You sound mad." He stated
"Well I'm not. I was very enthusiastic about painting something on our living-room walls but since I'm obviously not good enough to blemish the walls with my rubbish, I won't."
"Did I miss something? I never said you weren't good enough."
"You said I shouldn't paint them!" I exclaimed.
"I never said you shouldn't paint them. I just don't want a pornographic image of myself on the living-room wall but didn't want to say that in front of the people I just presented the new marketing-concept to."
"You don't like the pornographic paintings?!"
"I never said that either." He groaned.
"But you just said you don't want them in our living room!" I argued back.
"And I meant just that. Don't want them in our living-room." He was trying hard to remain calm.
"Ok. Well you won't have to bear them in the living-room and you won't have to put up with them in the bed-room anymore either!" I bitched.
"Let me guess. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight?" He asked defeatedly.
"No. It means I'll remove it" Fuck him! If he didn't want those paintings he could have said so!
"Lucy^Å"
"You like white? Or rather black?" I asked, my voice dripping with acid.
"Don't remove them Lucy." He said in a matter-of-factish voice.
"Why? Since you don't like them anyways."
"I never said that. You'll regret removing it!"
"Fuck you."
And I hung up.
The phone rang again.
"What!" I spat.
"Don't remove the painting, Lucy!" he warned.
"It's my painting; I can do with it whatever I want."
"Don't move, I'll be over in 20 minutes."
He looked damned good walking through the door in his black suit, shades, black shoes and glossy hair. Like a movie star, playing an Asiatic lawyer. Or the son of a mafia boss.
"I just had to explain to my boss that I had to go home early, on a day that I had started late anyways by the way, to keep my bitchy boyfriend from doing something stupid! Nice Lucy!"
Boy was he pissed.
"I hope you didn't paint our bed room yet."
"I had to cover our furniture with paper first."
"Sometimes you are so impossible! Do you, like, not want to hear what people tell you? You just hear what you want to hear! I never said I didn't like your painting and I don't want you to repaint it. I don't want a picture of me in the living-room, but I don't mind you painting it with something else. Get that?" He didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to.
"Yes." I was grumpy.
"Can you repeat what I just said without twisting the words around in my mouth?" clearly annoyed.
"I get to paint the living room. I can't repaint the bed-room. I can't paint naked pictures of you on the living-room walls."
"Good. Was it really necessary for me to come here to discuss this?"
"No. Sorry." I felt bad now.
"Good. Then I'll get back to work. I expect dinner tonight and sex afterwards. Maybe I'll be happier after that!"
Asshole. He got some cheap-ass pizza, I refused sex.
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