What If I Want To Be In Your Arms While I Sleep?

She looks up at me, licking her lips.

“Sweet.” I whisper, slightly out of breath.

Shit, she's good.

“How was it?”

I'm just about to bully her, when I remember.
I have to be nice.
Fuck.

“Amazing.” I smile, running a finger under her jawline.

This feels so wrong, it hurts.
I'm not sweet.
Hell no.

She smirks, kissing my hipbone.

“Is there anything else you'd like to do?” she coos, rubbing herself through the fabric of her panties.

Jesus Christ, bitch, give me a break.

“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“You could return the favor?”

I want to kick her in the face.
Hard.
Wearing a pair of fucking Dr. Martens boots.

“Naughty, naughty.” I chuckle, pulling her up by her shoulders.

This is nauseating.
In all ways.

Her mouth tastes like seed, disgusting as it is.

I push her backwards, shoving her down on the bed.

Anything to keep her from kissing me again.
Yuck.

I kneel, pulling off her panties.

I really wish she'd have a stroke or something.
A heart attack, maybe?
Like, right fucking now!

I flick my tongue over her clit, circle her entrance with my fingers, basically using every trick in the fucking book to make her finish as fast as possible.

She's moaning, loud, making me seriously consider finding an old sweaty gym sock and stuffing it in her mouth.
Just to shut her up.
Or choke her, whatever works.

“Fuck!” she growls, tugging at my hair.

I slam my fingers into her, regretting it instantly.

Wow, I think my eardrums just blew.
Holy fuck.

“Ricky, I..”

I feel her clench around my digits and thrust faster.

That's right, bitch, finish off.

I really need to get myself some earplugs.

“Where are you going?” she whines.
“You're done, right?”

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“Well, yeah.”
“I need to wash my hands.”

Be nice, Ricky!

“We can cuddle when I come back.”

God damn, it physically hurt to say that!

She smiles at me, giving me a short nod.

This better fucking work.







I feel like she's strangling me.
Holy shit, she's like a fucking octopus!

“I'm sorry that I threw water on you,” she mutters, kissing my collarbone. “I didn't mean to piss you off.”

What did you expect?
A hug?
Fuck you.

“It's fine,” I chuckle. “at least I got up!”

She's so God damn annoying.

I nuzzle her hand, kissing her hair.

“Do you still want me out, or can I stay?” she whispers.

Listen up, bitch, you better get your perky ass out of here, before I bash you.
Jesus Christ, you're the definition of clingy.
And disgusting.
And ugly.
And whiny.
Fuck.
I hate your guts.

“You can stay 'till tomorrow, okay? Then we'll take it from there!”
“Thank you, Ricky!” she breathes, hugging me tightly.

Cute.
Or not.

I tangle my hand in her hair.
Pulling her away is so fucking tempting.
Nah.
Be nice!

I massage her scalp with my fingernails.
At least her hair is soft.

It really is.
Like expensive silk.
Amazing.

“You're welcome!”








I smile at her from the other end of the couch.
A fake 'I-think-I-love-you'-ish smile.

She giggles like a little teenager.
Ew.

Rad jumps onto her lap, purring his ass off.
Little traitor.
I should've cut your balls off.

“He's so cute!” she beams, petting his head. “How old is he?”
“I've lost track,” I sigh. “but I've had him since I was in my early teens, so he's an old fuck.”
“He's so chubby!”

I know, right?

I chuckle lightly.

“I feed him too much, give him too many treats and such, I don't know how long he has left, I just want to make his last time here good.”
“He seems healthy and happy,” she smiles. “you're doing a great job!”

Kiss-ass.

I smile at her.
A real smile.
Shit.

I sigh, grabbing the remote and putting on the nastiest horror movie I can find.

Just leave already.
Bitch.

“Am I sleeping on the floor again, or can I sleep next to you?”

What would be the nice thing to do here?

“You can sleep in my bed,” I sigh. “I'll take the couch.”
“What if I want to be in your arms while I sleep?”

What if I want to blow chunks in your face?

“Fine then.”

She hums quietly.

“I think I'll go to bed then.”

Alone time.
Yay.

“Goodnight.” I mutter.

Kiss up to her, motherfucker!

She gets up.

“Hey, wait,” I smile, waving her over. “come here.”

I put my hand behind her head, pecking at her lips.

“Sweet dreams!”
“You too!” she whispers, blushing fifty shades of red.

I feel disgusting.
Holy crap.
This better fucking work!

“I'll see you tomorrow!” she smiles, stalking off.

Oh, yes you will.
Tomorrow better come fast.
God damn!
I'm going to make her cry, and I won't even be there to see it.
Fuck.
At least it'll get her out of here.
For good.

I Don't Know What To Do Without You

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What Makes You Think I Give A Shit?

She's fallen asleep, the little bitch.

I stare at her from the other end of the couch.
Her black hair still looks like a birds nest.
Ugh.

“Hey.” I grunt, poking at her shoulder.

Nothing.

Rad glares at me from the doorway to the kitchen.

“Oh, that's right, I'll be right there, buddy!” I chuckle.

I almost forgot that I refused to feed the fatass.

A bruise has started to show on her forehead.
I bite my tongue, keeping in a laugh as I butt at it with my finger.

Damn, she's out!
A little fun wouldn't hurt..

He lets out an angry meow.

“Don't try to beat my around, you little shit!” I hiss as I get up from the couch.

I can hear her snore.
Gross.

Jesus Christ, woman, do you ever shut up?
She should seriously stop snoring.
Or breathing, I don't care!

I fill up Rad's bowl and light a cigarette.

The hangover still has one Hell of a tight hold on me.
Fuck.

I blow out smoke and lean against the windowsill, looking at the people on the street.

They look stupid as shit.
All of them.
Yep!

“Ricky?” she calls.

Can't I have a moment of peace?!
God fucking damn it!

“What?” I shout.
“Where are you?”
“As far away from you as I can be, without having to leave my home.”

I flick off the burned ashes in the ashtray.

“Are you mad at me?” she mutters as she appears in the doorway.
“You fucking bet, bitch.” I scoff.

She bows her head, hugging herself.

“I'm sorry.”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head.

“Whatever.”

Why is she still standing there?
Fuck, girl, give me a break!

I give her a death glare.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I think you're ugly as fuck.”

She kind of is.
Her face at least.
There's something about her nose I just can stand.

“Oh.” she whispers.

I finish my cigarette, putting it out.

Why won't you just fuck of, bitch?








“Are you hungry?”

I look up from my laptop, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Why would I be that?”
“I don't know,” she shrugs. “I just thought you might eat food, you know, like normal people.”
“I'm all but normal, babygirl.” I huff.
“I've noticed.” she mutters under her breath.

How I'd just love to smash that sassy attitude out of you!
Holy shit.

“I'd watch it if I was you.”
“Why?”

I groan and run a hand through my hair.

“Listen up, bitch, if you don't keep that mouth shut I will literally throw you out of the window.”
“Good luck explaining that to the police.” she chuckles.

I lean back in my seat, smirking at her.

“You'd be surprised how many people jump from this very roof every year.”

Yeah, that's right.
Let all color disappear from your face.
Except the bruise.
Damn.
It suits her!
Maybe I should try and give her another before she leaves?

“Please, don't kill me.” she whispers.
“Goodness,” I giggle. “calm your tits, I'm only playing with the idea.”

Am I capable of murder?
Probably not.
Or maybe?
She clenches at the hem of the t-shirt she stole from me.

“You're scaring me.”
“Good.” I sigh, turning back to the screen.







I put on some random Saw movie, nuzzling Rad's head as he cuddles up to me.

Allie has planted her perfect ass on the floor, further away.

She's been keeping her distance for a while now.
Awesome!

“C-Can you maybe put on something else?”
“If you don't like it, you can just fuck the Hell off.”

She looks down at her hands.

Jesus Christ, what does it take to make you go away?!

I groan at the sound of the doorbell.

“Hey,” I huff, cocking my head at her. “make yourself useful and get that for me.”

I curl up a twenty dollar bill and throw it at her.

“Uhm, okay.”
“Tell him to keep the change.”

Pizza.
The best cure for a hangover.
Fuck. Yes.

“Here you go.” she mutters, keeping her gaze away from the television.

Her disgust amuses me in ways I can't even begin describe.
It's amazing!

A loud scream from the speakers makes her flinch.

Damn, girl, relax.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“Floor.” I say, my voice muffled by the pizza I've stuffed into my mouth.

She nods.
Just plain nodding, no attempt at convincing me to let her sleep next to me.
Nope.

I snigger silently.
I must've really freaked her out!

“How can you eat while watching that?” she asks.
“Allie?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the Hell up!”








“Ricky?” she weeps, quietly knocking on the door to my bedroom.

This is so frustrating.
Didn't I tell her to stay away from me?
Jesus fuck!

“What?”
“I can't fall asleep.”
“What makes you think I give a shit?”

I hear her whimper.

Oh, my God.
Fucking crybaby!

“Goodnight, Allie!”








She keeps on crying.

How many tears can she possibly have left?
And what the fuck is she crying about anyway?
I gave her a roof over her head for the night, didn't I?
Holy crap.

I roll my eyes and get out of bed, as my curiosity gets the best of me.

“Could you shut the fuck up?” I boom, kicking the door open.

She's curled up in the hallway, looking ever so pathetic and attention seeking.

“What the fuck are you wailing about?”
“Nothing.” she sniffles.

My ass.

“Fine.” I shrug, making motion to leave.
“Wait,” she whines. “please, don't go!”
“What the Hell is your problem?”
“The movie,” she mutters. “it's giving me nightmares.”

Did I fuck a five year old yesterday, or what?
Yuck.

“Pull yourself together.” I grunt, shaking my head as I grab her arms. “Come on, up.”

I lead her into my bedroom, pushing her down on the bed.

“If I hear one more whine from you, you're out of here, got it?”
“Yes.”








I'm not too sure about how we ended up like this.
Am I taking advantage of her vulnerability?
Might be, yes, kind of.

One thing's for sure, she gives great head!

“Fuck, yes!” I wheeze, tugging at her hair as she bobs her head up and down my shaft.

Should I warn her?
Be nice this one time?
Nah.

“Fuck, Allie!” I growl, trembling as I coat the inside of her mouth in sperm.

I hoped for her to squirm away, choke or vomit or something.
But no.
She simply smiles and swallows, almost making me pop a new boner.

Jesus Christ, please make her do that again.

“Ah-ah,” I hiss, pushing her away. “no cuddling.”
“But..”
“Yeah, you sucked me off, big deal, go to sleep before I kick out back to the floor.”

My balls are still fucking spinning, good fucking gracious.
What the fuck just happened?

From now on, girls who doesn't swallow are on the list of things I hate.
God damn.
I want to see that every time!

There's No Reason To Get Aggressive

“I think that bowl is clean now.” I grunt, taking it out of her hands to dry it off.

That bitch just won't fucking leave!

“There's no reason to get aggressive.” she whispers.
“You're still here, right?”
“Yes?”
“Then I have more than a thousand reasons to get aggressive.” I huff.
“Come on, baby,” she coos, placing a wet hand on my shoulder. “don't be like that!”

Jesus Christ!

I shake her hand off.

“You better get the Hell out of here, before I bash you!”
“I like it rough!”

I tug at my hair.

This chick is a nightmare.
Fuck!

Rad purrs, grinding his ugly cat face against her leg.

“Listen, bitch, you better get the fuck out of here, before I call the police!”
“Do that,” she smiles. “while they're here, I can tell them about the cute little bags of white powder you have hidden under the sink!”

Shit.

“You went through my stuff?” I growl.
“I needed to find a towel, right?”

And now, we're back to how I'll kill for a bottle of chloroform.
Like having a hangover isn't enough!
My hands are tickling, and the urge to just slap the absolute Hell out of her grows stronger by the second.

“I thought you said you'd fall for me.” she whispers.

A tear runs down her cheek, a silent thud sounding as it lands somewhere in the sink.

“Guess what,” I chuckle. “I lied. I wanted to fuck you and move on with my lovely life of not having to deal with a permanent bitch.”
“Why are you so mean?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Do you know those guys, who are assholes on the outside, but on the inside, they're hiding a horribly sad past of hurt and terrors?” I mutter.
“Yes?”
“Well, I'm not one of those, I'm just an ass,” I snap my fingers, pointing to the door. “now, get the fuck out of here!”

She looks at me with a pair of teary puppy eyes.
Ugh.
It's nauseating.
Jesus Christ.

I give her a gentle push in the right direction, cocking an eyebrow.

“Won't you please let me stay?” she weeps.
“No.” I chuckle.
“I have nowhere else to go!”
“Ah, guess what, I don't give a shit, go stay with your friend, or find a corner in the city or something!”

She smacks my cheek so hard my ears starts to ring.
Damn!

“You're a prick!”
“And proud of it,” I hiss, rubbing the now very sensitive skin. “you know where the door is!”

She sprints out of the kitchen.
And locks herself in the bathroom.
Great.
Just great.

Karma, why'd you have to get me today!?

Ah, well.

I light a cigarette and lean against the counter, considering my options.

Call the police, and I'll get arrested for possession of drugs.
And they'll take my amphetamine.
Can't have that!
Beat her up?
Same result, plus extra charge.

Fuck.

Rad meows at me, sitting down in front of his food bowl.

“You're not getting shit, you little traitor!” I scoff.

I massage my temples.
I was having a slight headache when I woke up.
Now?
Way beyond headache.
This is head-exploding.
And even that is an understatement.

I really have to play sweet, don't I?
Shit.

I throw the cigarette-butt out of the window, hoping for it to hit someone.

I stop myself as I'm about to knock on the door.
I don't know her name.
I don't think I even asked for it.
Wow, I really am an ass!

“Hey,” I shout. “what's your name?”
“Allie.” she sniffles.
“Fine, Allie, you have to come out, okay? We'll talk about it, I'll get you a cab, heck, I'll even pay for a hotel room, or whatever.”
“No!” she screams.

I stick a finger in each ear, somewhat muffling the sound.
Holy fucking shit!

“What is it you want?” I sigh.
“Let me stay,” she cries. “just one more night!”

I roll my eyes.
What can I do?
I'm way to tired to deal with this shit!

“Fine.” I huff.

The door unlocks, and she steps out.
Black streaks of mascara covers her cheeks.

“But then I have to lay down some rules,” I grunt. “you don't touch anything, you stay away from my dope and you stay away from me, got it?”

She nods.

Thank fucking God.
I need some sleep.







She's curled up in a corner of the couch, halfway asleep from what I can see.
Even when she's quiet she's annoying.

I shift through the channels, unable to find anything I want to watch.
This just sucks.
Really.

I turn on Netflix, but still, nothing.

“Hey,” I say, poking at her with my foot. “find something.”

I toss her the remote, somewhat accidentally hitting her in the face.

Oops.

I snigger silently.

“Is there a specific genre you like?” she mutters, stroking her forehead.

Damn, I hit her dead on!
Amazing!

“Nah,” I shrug. “horror movies, I guess.”
“Cool.”

I hate her.
With a passion.

She puts on Friday The 13th, a movie I've seen just about a thousand times before.
It's fine.
She'll be out of here tomorrow.
Or I'll seriously lose it!

Have I Died And Gone To Hell?

I wink at her, sending her the most stunning smile I can manage.
And she flips me off.

Very well then, bitch.

I lean back in my seat, thinking hard about what to do.
If I don't have her in my bed by the end of the night, I'll just take her weak, boney friend.
It's no big deal.
I'd just much rather screw her.
She seems like she'd give me a run for the money!

“If you as much as sneak a peek at me, one more time, I swear to God I'll rip out your throat.” she growls.

So feisty!

“What's the problem, babe?” I smile. “Don't like getting some male attention?”
“All men are assholes!”

Especially me!

“Might be.”
“Stop talking to me!” she hisses.
“Aw, sweetie, did daddy not give you the time of day when you were a little girl, huh?”

She's blushing.

Jackpot!
Oh, my God, this is too good!
I found her weak spot.
A sassy girl with daddy issues, seriously, it doesn't get any better than that!
In two minutes she'll be begging at my feet.

“Hey,” I sigh, putting my hand on her shoulder, gently nuzzling it with my thumb. “I'm sorry if I got a little too personal there, I really didn't mean to!”
“It's okay,” she mutters. “you're right.”
“Is that why 'all men are assholes'?”

She shrugs her shoulders, ordering some girly drink I've never heard of before.

“You can tell me,” I smile. “I'm nothing but a stranger in a bar!”
“It's kind of a long story.”
“I'm not busy!”

This whole sugar act is killing me on the inside.
Jesus Christ, she better be worth it!

“Well, when I was born my dad wasn't really there..”

So it begins; she pours her heart out, and I pretend to listen.
Most of it is gibberish to me.
I don't get girls, they're so emotional!

She looks like she's about to either have a hurl, or burst into tears.
I repeat: she better be worth it!

“I'm sorry,” I say. “you didn't deserve to grow up like that.”
“Sometimes I think I did, I was never good enough!”
“Sweetie,” I sigh, brushing my hand through her messy hair. “you're a beautiful girl, and from what you've told me, you have a heart of gold!”

Killermove. Launched.

“Really?”
“Yeah,” I nod, reeling closer. “you seem like the kind of girl every man dreams of!”
“You're just saying that to be nice.”

Oh, girl, you have no fucking idea!

“No,” I chuckle. “I mean it!”

She sighs silently.
Fishing for complements?

“Hadn't my heart just been broken,” I mutter, shedding a crocodile tear. “I'd definitely fall for you!”

She kisses me.
Boom, bitch, I knew this would get you!






New thing I hate: red lipstick.
God damn, I look like she's mauled my face.

I kick off my shoes and slam her against the wall, cupping her ass.

Jesus Christ, she's got one Hell of a booty alright!

She wriggles out of my grip, tearing my jacket off.

“Someone's eager!” I whisper huskily.
“Shut up!” she growls, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

No one talks to me like that, you stupid cunt!







I throw her on the bed, stripping her of her clothes.
Great ass and great tits?
I mean, how lucky can you be?

I kiss down her inner thighs, digging my nails into her hips.
She's moaning like a fucking ghost, raveling her fingers in my hair.

I should've tied her up and gagged her, my God!

“Fuck me!” she whines.

Now the sound of that is just fine with me.

“As you wish, babygirl!” I smirk, unbuttoning my jeans.
“I don't fuck without a condom.”

Oh, fuck no!
You've got to be kidding me.

“Sweetie,” I whisper, hovering over her. “I want to make you feel like the goddess you are,” I kiss down her neck. “don't you want to actually feel me?”

I wonder if she's drunk enough to buy that..

“I don't want to end up pregnant.”

Oh, trust me, honey, if that happens you can expect a boot to that perfect ass, down a flight of stairs.

“I'll pull out, and if anything goes wrong, I'll still be there!”

Lies, lies, lies, lies!

“Do you really mean it?”

I nuzzle her cheek with my thumb.

“Trust me, beautiful!”

She arches her back to meet me, and I feel her warmth drown me.








I put my hand over her mouth, muffling her loud shrieks.
Had I known that she was a screamer, I'd have gone to great lengths to avoid her.
Fuck.

I lift her legs further, pounding into her.
I just want to get this over with.

“Oh, my God!” she growls.

I smack her thigh, apparently sending her over the edge.
Like I ever cared.
It's not like I do it for them.

I pull out, turn her around and slam into her again.

Note to self: keep earplugs near at all times.

I grab a good handful of her thick hair, biting my lip.








“What the fuck?” she hisses.

I snigger, admiring my new masterpiece.
I've decided to call this one 'jizz-alá-Ricky'.
Her hair looked like a fucking bird's nest anyway, I just added to the disaster.

“Well,” I smile, lighting a cigarette. “I think it's time for you to leave!”
“Excuse me?” she growls. “There's no way in Hell I'm going anywhere, with your nasty cum in my hair!”

I'd kill for a bottle of chloroform right now.

“Babygirl,” I grunt, rubbing my eye with my palm. “I honestly don't care.”
“You have to at least let me take a shower first!”

Get the fuck out of here, bitch.

“Listen, babe, your ass needs to walk out of here, now.”
“I'm taking a shower!” she huffs, stomping out of my bedroom.

Oh, fuck, whatever, I'm way too drunk to physically kick her out.

“Slam the door when you leave!” I shout.








I wake up, instantly knowing that something is way off.
First of all, Rad isn't in my bed, which is very unusual.
And there's this smell of pancakes haunting the whole place.
I don't cook.







“What the fuck are you still doing here?!” I hiss as I enter the kitchen.
“I thought you might be hungry!” she smiles.

Rad meows at me from the windowsill, and I'm positive that that's a real cheshire cat grin I see.
God fucking damn it!

“Here's what's going to happen, sweetie,” I sigh. “you're going to clean up in here, then you're getting the fuck out of my t-shirt, and getting your yappie ass out of the fucking door!”
“Come on, Ricky,” she coos. “I made you breakfast!”

Hangovers and girls are a bad match.

“I don't eat breakfast, bitch.”
“Well,” she shrugs. “suit yourself!”

There's no way I'm having this.

I grab her by the shoulders, leading her out in the hallway.

“Okay, babygirl, this is goodbye!”
“No,” she chuckles. “I still have to clean up, remember? So why don't you just sit down and dig in, while I'm at it?”

Have I died and gone to Hell?

Don't Mind Him, He's A Dickhead

“God damn!” I grunt.

Little motherfucker.

“What the fuck?” I growl, making her take a step back.

She is actually crying.

“Please, just pay and leave.”
“I guess I could do that,” I hiss. “or I could get your manager and tell him what you just did.”
“No,” she whines. “please, don't! I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me! I'm really never..”

Blah, blah, blah, Jesus Christ that girl can blabber.
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Quiet, babygirl.” I scoff, flicking a 100 dollar bill at her. “Keep the change, buy yourself a couple of milkshakes and get some fat on your skinny behind.”

I smirk as I leave the store.
Making her cry wasn't my intention, but it was funny as Hell!

I meant what I said though.
Don't get me wrong, skinny is fine.
Boney on the other hand.
Yuck!







I pull harshly at her dark brown hair, forcing her head back.

I think her name is Sophia, but I could be wrong.
It doesn't matter anyway, she'll be out of here within the next twenty minutes, and I'll never have to see her again.

“Oh, God!” she moans.

Shit, bitch, shut the fuck up!

I pull out and spray my cum out on her back, groaning quietly.

“Say hi to the boyfriend from me!” I chuckle, slapping her ass, before heading out to clean myself up.








She's still there when I come back.

“Can't I stay for the night?”
“No.” I scoff.
“Please, Ricky, my last train left ten minutes ago!”
“Well, if you hadn't sucked that much in bed, maybe you'd have made it!” I grunt, picking up my t-shirt from the floor.

She opens and closes her mouth, reminding me of a goldfish I had once.

“What is it you don't understand?” I growl. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Some girls..
I have this really strong urge to smack her.

“Fine,” she huffs. “you're not worth a second round with anyway.”
“That was not what you said five minutes ago, sweet-ass,” I smirk. “I remember it being along the lines of 'oh yeah, Ricky, fuck me all night'!”
“T-That was just to get you off faster!”
“Too bad it didn't work, I had to start fantasizing about your sister to even get close.”







I burst out laughing as she slams the door shut.

Goodness, that girl was out of it!

Rad meows at me from the end of the hall, bumping down on his fat cat-butt.

“What?” I huff. “I was at least nice to this one!”

He lazily blinks at me.

“I didn't aim for the hair this time, that's pretty nice of me I think!”

Oh, the memories.
Her name was Kelsey, and I only remember because she had a tramp-stamp spelling it out for me.
That night, I learned that sperm really lights up in black hair.
I had the time of my life, she got so pissed at me, she started throwing things.
The best part was that she left by herself!

Pissed girls doesn't come around again.

Ever since, if I feel like having a little extra fun, I aim for the hair.
It never gets old!








“Rick.” Chris grunts, poking me in the ribs. “Wake up, you little shit!”
“Go the fuck away, fuckface!” I hiss.
“Hungover?”
“Yes!”
“Well,” he sighs. “you have to come and meet our new merch-girl!”
“Didn't we look at applications just yesterday?”
“Yes, but I found the perfect girl for the job, so shut the fuck up and come along!”

You should shut the fuck up.
He's still irritated with me.
That dick.

She has flaming red hair, freckles, tits like a ten year old boy and a flat ass.
Fuck.

“Seriously? A flat chested ginger?”
“Y-You guys are my idols..” she mutters.
“Yeah, yeah,” I sigh. “we're your heroes, we've saved your life, yadda, yadda, moving on!”

She blushes and bows her head, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

“Excuse our guitar-players bitchy mood, he's on his period.” Chris states, padding the girl on the back.

I should really say something embarrassing about him.
It's tempting.

“I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong.” she whispers as I turn my back on them.
“Don't mind him,” Balz says. “he's a dickhead!”

I cock an eyebrow and cast a look over my shoulder.

“Chris only hired you because he wants to figure out how it feels to bang a ten year old boy.” I smirk, sprinting out of the studio as Chris starts chasing me.









The music is loud, the room is dark and there's somewhat empty in here.

Just the way I like it.
I scan the other guests with my eyes, quickly catching a glimpse of pastel purple hair.
The chick from the liquor store.

I grin slightly.
Should I mess with her, or let her be?
The choice is obvious, right?

I down my shot and jump down from the barstool, heading straight towards her.

“Hey, babygirl!”

She turns around, looking like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.

“H-Hi.”
“So,” I smirk. “what are you doing here?”
“J-Just getting a drink, that's all.”

Why is she stuttering?

“O-O-O-Okay.” I mock.
“Please, stop,” she whispers, tapping her fingers on the whisky glass. “I'm sorry that I was rude, won't you leave me alone now?”
“Nah, babygirl,” I chuckle, putting my hand up to caress her cheek. “you see, I get a kick out of tormenting people and after the performance yesterday, you're amongst my favorites!”
“Please, leave!”

I bump down on the chair next to hers, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I thought you said no dates!”

I look up.

Messy black hair, white shirt with holes in it, ripped tights, black shorts and a slutty shade of red lipstick.
Not impressed.

“He's not my date.” the cashier mutters.
“Who is he then?”
“T-The guy I told you about.”

I furrow my eyebrows together.
What the Hell?

“The one who said all those things to you?”
“Yes.”

A hand tangles in my hair, yanking me onto my feet.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” the black-haired growls. “She has an eating disorder, you sick prick!”
“Like I hadn't noticed!” I chuckle, only for her to pull harder.

Jesus Christ, woman, let me go!

“Apologize!” she commands.
“Fuck off, bitch!” I hiss.

She forces my head back, smacking me straight in the face.
Two slaps in two days, that's almost a new record!

“Say that you're sorry!”

I give her a shit-eating grin, receiving a well placed knee in the stomach.

“I can't hear you!”
“I'm sorry!” I growl.
“Oops, I didn't quite catch that!” she whispers, slapping my ass.

I'm officially sold.
That girl has some nerve, and I'd love to fuck it out of her!

“I'm sorry, for being an asshole!”
“It's okay.” the little pastel whimpers.
“Good boy!” the black-haired chuckles. “Now, get lost!”

Damn!
She really is something!
I've got to fuck her.
Add that to my bucket list, holy shit!

I walk back to the bar, going over my options of getting her to sleep with me.

I just might have to get a little aggressive, she's feisty.

I snigger quietly.
She won't be a problem.
Not to me.
I can be just as charming and convincing as I can be an ass.
Trust me.

I Really Fucking Hate Mondays

Teary eyed and shut down, I walk the rainy streets alone like the fuckface I am.
The tears are unintentional, without a doubt, but that's what happens when you catch your girlfriend on some other guy's dick.
I guess.
Fuck it, moving on.

“Hey baby, ya' lookin' for a good time?”

Hookers.
Jesus Christ, how I can't stand them.
They disgust me.
But to be honest I'm disgusted by everything I don't understand.

“Whatever.” I grunt, stuffing my earphones in and turning up the volume.

I really fucking hate Mondays.

The funny thing is that I'm actually more pissed about my morning coffee being cold, than I am at Trisha for screwing somebody else.

I light a cigarette and seek towards a bus stop.
Wet cigarettes doesn't really work, you know.

I flip off a random by passer, who can barely keep her eyes from rolling out of her head.
I hate people.
I really fucking hate people.

I hate a lot of things, and I keep on adding more to the list.
Do I have a reason?
No.
Do I give a shit about other people's opinions on the matter?
Like Hell.

“Hey,” an old man yells, loud enough for me to hear it over the music blaring in my ears. “you're not supposed to smoke here!”

I roll my eyes, taking another puff just to annoy him.

That's one thing I like.
I like pissing people off.
Like, really pushing their buttons.

Suddenly it's no wonder that Trisha the Tramp cheated on me.
I'm a fucking asshole!

“What are you going to do about it?” I grunt, flicking off the burned ashes.
“Let me tell you something, punk..”

I turn the volume further up, giggling like a little kid on the inside.
He looks hilarious when he's muted.
God, I'm never getting tired of this.
Old men throwing fits without sound, it's great entertainment, you should try it if your life ever becomes boring as shit.

A text message ticks in, making my music subside for just long enough for me to hear something along the lines of: “..little freaks ruining our society..”

Add that to the list as well.
Fucking texts.

Kayla: Hey Ricky, I need some help moving into the new house, can I count on you?

Do you even know me?
I shake my head, smirking as I type out the very simple reply.

Ricky: No.

Let's just add sisters to the list while we're at it.
I don't genuinely hate her.
She's just annoying as fuck.

My apartment smells like cigarettes and coffee, with a hint of cat pis, because I forgot to empty Rad's litter box this morning.
That damn cat.

No, we're not adding cats to the list.
Cats are like me; they don't give a fuck.
If I could eat, sleep and shit all day without a care in the world, I would.

“Hey buddy.” I shout, earning a drowsy 'fuck-you-for-waking-me'-ish meow from somewhere.

I kick off my shoes and throw myself on the couch.
The ceiling has a huge crack in it.
I can't count how many times I've intensely stared at it, coming up with weird explanations to how it might've gotten there.
I have no clue, it's always been here.

All air is suddenly forced out of me.

“What the.. Get your fat ass out of my face, cat!” I growl, earning nothing but kneading on my stomach.

Very well then.

I might feed him a little too much a little too often, but who cares?
He's old, probably making the great escape soon anyway, might as well let him live the good life while he's still here.

I groan and dig into my pocket as I feel my phone vibrating.

Kayla: Dickhead.

I chuckle lightly, dumping the little device on the coffee-table without answering.

“Dude,” I mutter, gently swatting Rad down. “you have to leave!”

He let's out a displeased meow, staring at me with his yellow eyes.

“Don't give me any shit, I've had a bad day!” I huff, pushing him out of the living room with my foot and closing the door.

I sit back down and turn on my laptop, wincing as music instantly starts blaring out of my speakers.

“Fucking shit!” I growl, clicking pause on the music-player.

My ears are ringing and I shake my head.

Karma. That's what it is.

Trisha's smiling face lights up on my screen, providing a heartbreaking reminder of what I walked in on a few hours ago.

“Bitch.”

I'm barely alive as I jump into my car.

“Fucking sun,” I scoff, shielding my eyes. “blinding people and shit.”

It's way too early, and I'm already blood boiling grumpy.

“Good, you're here.” Chris sighs, handing me a stack of papers.
“Obviously. What's this?”
“The resumé of the tour meeting you decided not to attend.”
“Oh, that,” I mutter, scratching the back of my head. “yeah, I kind of forgot.”
“I called you three times, dude.”
“Sorry,” I shrug. “I must've been busy.”

He shakes his head.

Chris.
He's usually cool with me fucking around, doing my own thing.
Not today.
Nope.

I send him a glare.

“Oh, and by the way, since you made the last merch-girl quit, we have tons on applications to look through today.”

Still stuck on that, huh, Chris?
Jesus Christ he knows how to hold a grudge!

“Fine,” I shrug. “get us a pretty one this time then!”

It was not like I purposely made her fuck off.
Well, yes, kind of, maybe!
But I didn't expect her to crack that fast.
It was just a little loving mockery.
And a shit ton of straight-up bullying.

I snigger quietly.

“It's sad that she left,” I chuckle. “she was so much fun!”
“You're a dick, do you know that?”

He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Of course I do.”

“Aw, she looks cute!” Josh coos, picking up an application from the table. “Vicky Truce.”
“She looks like she's been dragged backwards through a hedge,” I grunt. “trash it!”
“It's not about their fucking looks, Ricky,” Chris growls. “it's about their capabilities.”
“She doesn't look like she's capable of much else than doing drugs and sucking dicks.”

I stroke my chin.

“Actually that doesn't sound too bad.”
“Shut the fuck up, Rick!”

Achievement unlocked: Pissed Chris off before midday!

I drum on the table with my fingertips, smirking at him.

“Don't I know you from somewhere?”

I look up at the cashier, eyebrow lifted.

“I highly doubt it.” I scoff.
“No need to be rude,” she grunts, running a hand through her pastel purple hair. “what can I get you?”
“A bottle of Zaya.”
“What,” she chuckles as she steps onto a box to reach the shelf. “too good for good ol' Captain Morgan?”
“Too good for your bitchy attitude.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me.

“I don't like being rejected.”
“Too bad babygirl,” I giggle. “you're not my type.”

She puts the flask on the counter, scanning the barcode.

I have this irresistible urge to torment her, just to see how far I can go, before she'll case me out of the store.

“Don't look so sad,” I coo. “there are a lot of guys who are into skinny asses.”
“Excuse me?”

I put my hands up in defense.

“I'm just saying, sweetie, you should do some squats or something, get that tiny tush inflated!”
“Thank you.” she whispers. “That'll be 80 bucks.”
“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” I chuckle.
“Just pay and leave, please?”
“Come on, babygirl, don't tell me that you're going to cry!”

Her hand darts through the air, hitting my cheek dead on.

I hiss at the sting, listening to the echo of the slap.