Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Genital Herpes On The Stomach Who said anything about love?

Fandom: Harry Potter .

Claim: Sirius / Draco.

Lemon 2.

Word: Love

Slash / yaoi

Two, three bottles of whiskey, told Sirius and felt compelled to congratulate themselves for not having lost all composure after that . If you still remember what followed the two, it was not so drunk.

-still do not understand, "Harry muttered to his side. Before him, at the table of the ancient house of Black, Sirius distinguished two empty bottles. CHT
MLXC Sirius took a long sip on your drink, comforted by the warmth spreading through his body and came to feel stupidly happy.

"It has a spectacular ass, Harry," and found it funny that only he understood his own words. Hard, soft respingónya while. It has a dragon tattoo just above, you know? And tickle when I touch it. It is very rare to find that.

If someone had told either that they would have that conversation that way, Harry would have thought that you were playing a joke and Sirius would have not discussed. That afternoonall had been treated for a visit over to his godfather Harry, looking distracted from her recent breakup with Ginny, and Sirius eventually decided that they would come over a few drinks to relax.

The problem was that maybe they had relaxed too much. Harry began to consider that when he heard how his sponsor was talking about Malfoy. After weeks into this relationship, it seemed a little child that the idea will provoke disgust, but could not resist. Thinking back on Malfoy, with a tattoo or not, drunk or sober, it was not something he wanted.

"I do not know about it, Sirius & NDASh, said trying to better accommodate the chair. His eyes narrowed and it was clear who had trouble focusing your eyes on the same thing. Do not people fall for the places they are tickled. Sirius

suffered a slight wince like a burp. Vaguely recalled all samples that Draco was cold toward him.

- Who said anything about love, boy? We're just ... "Sirius looked for a word for it. Cúlpese of whiskey or because Harry was taken by surprise, but found no word softer than he used to justify itself-fucking. People fucking ttime period. We do. Or do you think I'm too old for that?

There was a slight note of reproach that Harry was not fooled.

"Okay," said forcing a grin that did not say much. And how was that?

- Did not I tell you? "Sirius could have sworn themselves.

Harry shook his head.

-Ah-Sirius sought to gather his thoughts. What was difficult considering he could barely think of anything. She started to say as he came to his mind. The truth was pure coincidence. I found him in a bar, namely c & oacute; mo, I ended up in the bathroom giving a blowjob "Both Sirius and Harry drank a sip of their respective bottles. One more by inertia than real thirst and the other did not want a mental image of his godfather making oral job to anyone. I do not know what the hell I said at the time, or at least do not remember. Anyway, I returned to find the next day at the same bar and since then we managed to find.

not mention the brief talk I gave on the deal Draco conveníaa them both, using his fear of being a middle-aged loner all his fucking life. A movement bgarlic would have earned a good cruciatus, were it not that also saw some apprehension at the fair, an apprehension that it recognized as a shadow of his own fear. And agreed, not really lose anything. But Harry would not understand even explain it well, because the boy had no idea what it felt alien to the present and the community around them daily. After all, they were only a former Death Eater and apprentice to a former offender. No matter what Harry or anyone would have said, people believe what they prefer to believe.

- And you're okay? "Asked Harry.

Harry had long been convinced that Malfoy was not looking to hurt anyone through Sirius, as Ron implied, as have had ample opportunity, and accepted that his godfather was an adult to manage its affairs by itself, but it was still unclear which described the union of at least strange. I could not see how two such different people could get along somehow. Sirius could not blame him for that. Neither he entendíaa times, whether to be honest.

shrugged, implying that he did anything good or bad, just as & iacute, and things were now. Then took another drink.

- Do you like? Harry asked, resting his arms on the table and his head in them, beginning to show signs of drowsiness. For that answer

Sirius took his time, as it required some mental strength to use. Had in fact been few occasions she had to talk to Malfoy as two people, when the deal covered only fuck was not necessary otherwise. But of the times I had a conversation, yes, you could tell he was pleased. He even entertained some sarcastic commentsticos and discover that, surprise, Malfoy he could laugh without someone dying at his feet.

"Something" replied with a vague wave of his hand, not realizing he was smiling. I thought the first time they had shared a joke, after the start of mutual suspicion, and although he did not know what it was, gave a laugh to himself.

closed his eyes for a moment, dizzy but inexplicably happy, and reopen it met the astonished gaze of his godson. Because yes, the fog of drunkenness and drowsiness surprise was in sight yet.

"Looks like you very much. In

tonka noticed Sirius raised his lips and tried to return to an angry expression, although the effect for those who saw it was from someone who was offended because it suggested he should stop with whiskey. Some hinted that resentment, dead responsible for the inhibition. A part of him whispered that he was about to take things to an end spam, they would do well to leave it alone, but not anything Sirius Malfoy had not recognized until after they commit their slip.

- So what if it were? "Replied defiantly. Suddenly came to a memoria the name of Peter and his eyes took on hate, fire, pain stale. Draco is not a saint, but at least it has become a murderer. Others have instead sent to Dumbledore to the grave without blinking.

Peter had not hesitated for a moment, then kill all those Muggles in my face and let me blame. That was added to both sensed. The joy of Sirius was gone and decided to shut up at the ceiling, because if I kept talking only going to open wounds that would not touch. Heck, he could not touch it without feeling torn.

"I know Harry was saiddo not realize it, the blessed. Sorry, should not get involved. It is not my business. Sirius

felt like a complete idiot to remember who spoke. Precisely who had given the first clue to discover that Draco Malfoy was not a son of a bitch, which had fought to the back of this one of Azkaban.

"No, not," agreed with a smile of apology that was soon reciprocated. How about another round?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Casalinghe Troie Tettone Poor response

Fandom: Animal Essence .

Claim: Python / Arshan.

Warning: Shounen-ai/slash.

Summary: Not that Python does not know. Is that it's just stupid to say.

Gift Selene to congratulate you on your thesis.

Bad response



was a peaceful silence. Outside it happen one more night, one night as thousands have occurred in Egypt. The starry sky, the smile of the moon, all as quiet as a stream that was never touched. Only Python everything had a different aftertaste in his bed, feeling the boy's stubborn embrace of the tiger at his side. Had been in that position longer than usual, and although not lack the desire, the prince had ordered him not to repress it to stop a damn time. Not that he disagreed with the contact, was that in the last three months that were seto had got used to having the bed to himself and seemed an exaggeration Arshan reaction. They had only been three months, was not so.

"You're an idiot, do you see? Murmured staring at the ceiling in silk, dark, wondering why were embraced.

"Sometimes I do," said Arshan, surprising the sleeping prince who believed, but did not show it. But I still love, so qhat the hell, right? "He added with intent to annoy more than anything else. And maybe gloat a bit about the fact.

Because it was so different from other nights. Python for the first time responded to the sentimentalist Arshan statement without hesitation, without clarification before I was being a fool. Arshan should have known that would not miss the opportunity to highlight it.

"If you're hoping it becomes a habit, you can forget it," he replied. I let you sleep in my bed, eating my food and thisr me. I certainly will not do it for charity and if you can not see it, is that you are more stupid than I suspected.

A light laughter from Arshan.


"I said almost purring. A Python gave the impression that outlined his superiority that mocking smile, one that says "admit it, I won." Of children that would have earned a shove. But not bad to hear you confirm any time. Just in case.


had not stopped to hug, giving warmth and the certainty of his presence. Python did not need to tell him he loved him for things like that, because with them he was satisfied.

"I guess," replied the prince, who was the most that he was ready. Arshan thought that should be proof enough that not kick away from him. Anyway it is stupid.

A moment of silence. Light barely hear the bangs of crickets ins stables.

- Do you have a problem with me tell you I love you? Arshan said.

Indifferent to the fact that he could not see, eyes turned amber Python. Arshan always had to be unnecessarily challenging, as if it never ceases to prepare for a challenge.

-I said it's stupid, you can not do it. Until you can think of a custom-cleared again resounding.

Another silence. Secretamentand Python awaiting the response. It would depend on whether Arshan could understand or had in its own point of view. If that proves the first case, perhaps it was worth it to pronounce those words, and if not, would have made a real stupid saying them. Arshan's voice, like a soft roar, however, soon heard.

"Do not worry about that, and is most comfortable under the sheets, his hands up from waist to chest Python hairless. Probably not entirely understood but was willing to accept. OORT way Python reasoned, would be palpable tension in your body as Arshan was terrible hiding their emotions. Good night.

Python suddenly felt the need to add something.

"For example, he said, when I allow you for the mess of my hair in my face, as now, I'm showing that I care. More than a friend.

A snort from Arshan. Why you sounded like a chuckle?

"I'm not a genius, but even I know that," said a note of amusement, making no effort to move the head position over the shoulder of Python . The prince did not him apart. He liked that tickling a little orange and black hairs.

Wedding Program Thank You Wording Seme ¿o week?

Fandom: RPS_Tokio Hotel.

Claim: Bil Kaulitz / Tom Kaulitz.

Warning: incest, yaoi / slash, lemon.

"Seme or uke?

- That's cruelty to people!

Tom could not stand it any longer; released the laughter that had been pushing on his chest and had to bend over itself. Bill, you do not see any grace, pushed him so roughly that of dreadlocks slipped off the edge of the bed onto the floor, where laughter was pouring out of his mouth. After a long time that Bill frustrabother because their eyes were not really killer, Tom managed to calm down enough to sit up.

"You should not take it so seriously. There is more than a fanficción, or as he says.

-A fanfic about my life, "said Bill and grabbed the laptop, still seeing the written words behind the screen. A fic about our lives. Should not this be illegal? I'm pretty sure there's a law against that.

"Oh, because you've always been afraid of the law," said Tom smiling, regaining his place in the bed and snatched the computera. Carefully read the sentence which had won the previous outburst in his hand and turned to him laughing. Bill's gaze became spears killer sent to your head. You have to admit that this is the funny part. Also, think they are just a bunch of girls having fun with their idols. We can not blame them for that.

- Girls? Here was subject called "umberto" and "ricardo very macho."

"Well, tomboy girls. What is the problem? Bill

Esboz & oacute, a grimace of disgust.

"I do not say that I like to have people thinking about these things from us. And over the nerve to publish it!

Tom shrugged without deleting your smile. Yes, he was surprised to find out what their fans did with their names, and had seen things that no doubt would have preferred to forget, but it was not to be famous? And above all, I could thank that kind of "fiction" could only be found when you insisted on it. If Bill preferred to turn a deaf ear to warnings of "if you doLike, do not read "just was not his fault.

-A you do not mind because you always painted as the above-claimed Bill in a bad mood, with a deliberate expression of wounded pride. I always am the one who bites the pillow. It is not fair.

-Ya, and you are the example of masculinity, right? "The truth was that Tom was very proud of this discovery, but again was because of Bill. Who could say he took the initiative if what he was fun and sexy girl dance like makeup? Things did not have to be so simple in the realizationDad, of course, but it was still funny that a large majority thought so. It was almost like seeing all these stories depicting him as a womanizer boy who had tried to recreate, due mostly to amuse the masses. He left the computer on the chest of the habitacióny noted to himself as he dedicated a sign of arrogance to his brother. I'm the seme here, accept it.

had discovered the word browsing through a blog designed with pictures of animes, and Tom liked it.

-course-lword from Bill was barely a whisper, as he was obliged to smile at the way Tom nodded, pleased with himself. Then, as a revenge mode, push again with the same force as before, this time from the shoulders, leaving him no choice but to lie in bed.

Tom still had a smile when Bill got over it and then place their hand on the waist of it, like so many times. Bill stole a kiss almost juguetóny shook his pelvis back on his brother, watching the results in the brightness of his lustful gaze. CHT

MLXC - What are you doing? Tom asked simply to see how Bill took off his black shirt, but clearly sabíay was no reason to oppose.

"I'm teaching what one should do," said seme Gothic oversized t-shirt pulling it out of the other. Once it has met with him in the land of forgotten items, began to describe a path of kisses down the neck of his brother.

"Then I should do, right? "Asked Tom in a hoarse voice, stroking up and down the back pale Bill.

"The seme takes control of the situation," whispered Bill up through his jaw to the slope of your lip. Naughty played with him using the tongue, causing mild tremors in which he delighted. I'm always the first to do this.

"Yes, Tom found it hard to hide the cries that caused the actions of Bill. When he spoke, his own brother surrounded themselves with a huge hug and then returned to her neck, but the seme is always the giver and that usually me.

"Yes," Bill down his chest, leaving both hands touching with his mouth, butseme is also doing things well. Consent is the uke.

came to the line of his trousers, attached by a belt to keep from falling and gently nipped waist, his hands began the process of undressing.

"I'm not uke-barely grunted Tom, feeling the excitement grow when he noticed what Bill was pretending. As if I did not know what to do with their hands, clung to the sheets almost breathlessly. Only let you play for goodness.

"It's cruel to say that, Bill was Tommy had funendo as she undid the jeans of his brother. The budding erection was evident beneath the thin fabric of the underwear, proud and strong, so surround Billnäs resisted in their hands. It was warm and lively, the squeezed. Tom's feet stirred under his body and breath escaped content in the form of a long sigh. Uke likes to play with your thingy.

"It's no small thing," said Tom, trying to print real irritation in her voice. And that's not true, the semester also do.

- How do you know? Bill asked while he Sacabambathe last piece, revealing the pink tip, trunk thick forest of chestnut hair. He looked up to see the reaction of his brother, he followed all his movements with his eyes aglow.

Tom tried to retrieve his smug expression, without much success.

"I saw in those that had sleeves yaoi. Is the uke who loves what you do, so keep the seme happy.

- You think? "Bill gave a gentle pat on the erection of Tom, only one trial, only to annoy. All with a naive smile of innocence belied by his leer. & Iquest, and this makes you happy? "This time I grabbed all the member and headed the ring formed by your fingers in a slow swing and hotness.

Ecstatic, Tom threw his head back as he closed his eyes.

"Oh, yes ...

- What's this? Without further ado

got the burning tip of his brother in the mouth, just the tip, and walked slowly with his tongue, making sure that the earring in it comes in contact with other skin . In response Tom nodded vehemently, licking the earring in her lip like every time I remember those moments. As long as you

s his mouth continued to work, Bill began to bustle with your other hand to release their pants belt oppression. Having done that, with the skull buckle hanging out of his prison to his member and began to masturbate unattended without taking off the view of Tom. After a few seconds, stopped, causing a hoarse "eh" was heard in the room, and knelt in front of his brother, his hands on either side of it. He gave a mocking smile as he climbed the legs around Tom and around his waist, never for strength, and placed in your favorite pose. The usual, though some think otherwise. Blind Tom looked impatiently.

"This, my dear Tommy, do not do a uke-said with a condescending tone, and just saw the glow of Tom's eyes between the lids, he introduced the head of a thrust member. He retired almost immediately, amused. Oops, I forgot, "he said and spat in his hand a bit to lubricate the other, who shook his touch prudish, and returned to rush against him.

After months, weeks after doing that, was all that was needed. Which three fingers or what the heck. Bill did not know what was felt in the sky (something like that would be to dance on stage, sure), but desAfter all what he had seen and read by that day, being in Tom and move against him was also close to that definition. No more do they loved nor any stars would end, but what did it matter? The groans were real, the smell of their sweat mixed and the incomparable friction of their bodies together. Who wants fantasy when you have that? Tom

inside greeted him with an intensity delicious acepetando no more than was his brother who hold him to set the pace. So nervous for the first kiss, so heavily the first timewent to bed, both wounded pride when he said he could have been more careful to vary ... and now only betrayed him, breathless, anxious, her body begging for more.

Okay, maybe I loved him a bit during the event. But for Bill, who had not had sex with anyone and in his life, were only side effects orgasm. Someone gives you much pleasure you gotta love it.

In Tom's mind was no room reflections, and no such feelings. Who needed, when your chest is burning, itchy and also excites the intrusion into his body, when allcan import it stay there? It was not perfect (Tom doubted that there was something perfect), but all the good you might want. Warmth, youthful passion and powerful, like a tap just waiting to be opened to release its full power. That he was ebullient.

And when finished, leaving only two of them, sweaty, dirty, and barely breathing. Perhaps as before, maybe a little happier because they were still in the same hotel room and none had to leave for the night. But certainly together. A Bill that he liked. He hugged his brother's chest, after leavingfall brought the towel to clean up a bit.

There were flowers and lights in the sky. Only Tom in his arms.

- Who is your seme, Tommy?

Tom, who wanted to play possum irritated frown.

"Shut up.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Chronic Yeast Infection More Condition_symptoms Boredom

Fandom: RPS , Tokio Hotel

Claim: Bill / Tom.

Warnings: shounen-ai, incest technical. Boredom

Close to the window of her bedroom, Bill could not help thinking that the sky will rain occurred only to thwart the plans of the people. With so many droughts and deserts in the world, water-laden clouds had traveled to rebel there, flooding the streets to leave them as a mediocre representation of Vienna. The fourth

only continued drops patter against the glass and electronic sounds & amp; oacute; only ones that came out of the TV while Tom was stirring on the bed, control of game in hand.

I do not understand how you can be playing now, "said Bill, and took off the face of the window to return to his brother, carrying an excessive grief on her face. It is assumed that we would leave New York today.

Bill had much enthusiasm for the prospect. Walking through the crowded streets, endless travel and feel the movement, the life that filled the series that went on in that city, was almost as stimulating as the idea that they would travel for a concert, after this timeliving in a modest low profile. Ideas thrown away by force of bad weather. Assuming the facts

with exasperating calm, from the point of view of Bill, Tom had no more than a shrug. He then played a bit with the earring on her lips and said that New Yorkers lost it.

Now even watched him play, with intense concentration, to combat the evil forces of the universe.

"If you want to swim to New York, said no one stops you distracted, as he leaned to one side, as if she could improve the mobility of your ship.

"You can not swim to New York do you? "Bill asked for leisure and curiosity. It had never given it global geography and was not sure that's not impossible.

"No idea," said Tom and furiously typed command. Sounds of gunshots, flashing lights announcing the points earned.

Bill does not attracted to video games, but the disappointment at not being able to travel, plus the general boredom, I was doing I thought it looked fun. He went to his brother like a lost soul, shuffled, and dropped his humanity beside it. His head repBear on Tom's shoulder and rubbed a little cheek against it, expecting to cause tenderness or at least softened. That was her bed room, but at the end of the game, again the only control, belonged to another.

"I want to play.


More gunfire, lights. Bill frowned without leaving your site. Despite his mood, he continued to appreciate how nice it was to feel the heat given off by its twin, especially after having frozen forehead against the window. Suddenly he realized that it was aboutfeeling that time had been too long since the last time they were well, and a sigh escaped his lips.

"I'm bored," he said looking at the screen, moving a little, urging him to do something about it.

-Depart, I snapped the blond decentralize irritated atrásy throwing his arms up to get rid of him. In response Bill

clung to that end, pressing firmly against his chest like a teddy bear. Its gigantic humanized version of what he did Tom with his teddy AFTER & eacute; s seeing a horror film deservedly prohibited by their mother. With the same purpose, in fact, but Bill did not think about that. I did not want to let go and just concentrate on your game. He had already lost too much good humor for the day.

"This game is very boring. Let's do something the two.

was a veiled plea in his voice. An appeal to that together to break free of boredom.


other hand, knew he was getting to annoy Tom, which was stirred again to escape, although he continued playing with his hand. Bill has decidedCerler deaf ears, although not to the point I wanted to get really angry, annoyed but each was better than ignoring each other.

"Come on, Tommy, a card game. I will not tell mom when cheat.

This drew a snort of his brother, which he filled with satisfaction. Assumed that if it were not for Tom chose not to abandon his role as grumpy too soon, it would have been a laugh.

"I am the most honest player you might find.

"Yes, as you say," agreed Bill with a smile. &iQuest, that a yes?

"It's a" just wait until I run out of lives. " Then I will show my honesty

- But if you have 18 lives! Bill protested after having checked on the screen.

As only got another shrug of shoulders, pinched in the forearm, making Tom gasped as he dropped the control. Thus freed from its owner, Bill was released immediately from his brother, took command and quickly sit on the floor watching television, ready to restart the game for him. NoBut barely had extended his arm when he felt a pair of arms around his neck, choking him to take him back. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Tom took the machine and dropped it snatched away by pressing the pause button.

began to struggle against each other on the carpet in the room, throwing an occasional insult and pulling their hair. In spite of this, they were not making any real damage, it was only Tom revenge for having demonstrated once again his selfishness with him was his beloved brother, and he followed Bill the stream because it was fun. It was almostpantomime routine to keep repeating morality.

Somehow Bill did not know how he found himself sitting on a Tom Horcadas struggling from the floor. He had grabbed her wrists and put on his head, while approaching their faces. Would not have noticed any of this if not for the heat that rose to his face like boiling water. However, also found that he could not move.

Tom had a little ceñoy puckered mouth twisted as if he were too upset to leave a smile emerge freely. However, as the silence continued, And Bill seemed to be no higher priority than spend that look strange, the musician felt inexplicably uncomfortable by the closeness. Soon his hands fell limp, surrendered.

"I wanted to go to New York and I do not fuck shit-Listen to Tom to use profanity, especially if her feelings did not allow a more educated vocabulary, whether anger, be a bitter disappointment. Bill blinked, confused. Was that what you wanted to hear, right? Now get over it.

A note of anxiety in order that puzzled & oacute;. A thousand times they had been in that position, yet only then ... then what? They merely look. Bill felt the movement of the chest inhaling and exhaling between her legs and Tom that the feeling was too familiar to be timely. High school girls, fans ... anyone around him with his legs had to be his brother.

-Bill, I'm serious, get off.

Did I said or thought about it? The blond was not thought able to articulate words and doubted that something had passed her lips, so due & oacute, being a hopeless thought. An attempt to move their lips, but saw that Bill was imitated and closed his, waiting to speak first. But Bill was speechless also noting their movement, and seemed puzzled when no one said a word. Uncomfortable seconds passed.

"Oh, what the hell," sighed the Gothic, and putting my hair back and kissed him.

With something to be surprise or dismay, but not defined, it took only manage to give an incoherent babble while he was receiving breathing & OverhaulI n contained, enclosed fist in his throat. Bill's mouth remained soft on him, stroking his presence, and only a slight pressure was proof that his intention was that, kiss.

Not knowing how to react, Tom responded with the same pressure, more by instinct than by awareness of, and his chin tested yet the cold of his brother under the lip. Released some air content, and although he did not dare to see, he knew that his brother's body was shaking.

waited disgust at that moment, perhaps a logical feeling sick because that is suppose & amp; iacute; to should be nasty, but came no such thing. Instead, he felt surprised that something started to vibrate inside him, something remote and near his stomach, putting nervous. Beginning to believe I could be a flutter, when Bill was separated from a tug, taking a big mouths air, as if any were reminded to breathe.

Tom's eyes opened in surprise, and saw the figure of his brother on him, noticeably shaken, staring into space.

"Well," Bill said after a while, slowly recovering the calm, "that was stupid.

received a stab of pain & amp; oacute; the ego of the blond, but he understood why.

"No doubt.

Smithsonian Map Printable What we ignore [Too much silence]

Fandom: RPS , Tokio Hotel

Claim: Tom / Bill.

Warnings: shounen-ai, incest.

Raiting: ATP.

Note: As with my the Jonas Brothers fic, fic series here is pure entertainment. I do not pretend to have a chronological order and do not know when or how I will update, so do not insist to do so quickly. This couple is not as unusual as I usually focus on, but what the heck, I see them possibilities. Too much silence

C HTMLXC I'm made of ash and vanity. Rumors on the door that sound too far. I long to feel your palm yet to rise to the top, where you always smile and always fun to hit you. Only one set of children.
Why the silence is so deep? Why not listen to your snoring? Are moans, grunts, female and yours, I seek to bed and dance the samba on my ears. Two, three steps between us and I'm not for you. Lie

again that you are my brother and I will kick your on stage when you look elsewhere. You no longer feel like my brother, you're all I ever wanted.The dreadlocked muse that haunts me at night and the day I was ignored. Listen to my notes

sore, you see to whom I dedicate? Mutes your girlfriend again, and become aware of what you're doing. She was taken to the moon and his blood is not yours. Factions of a reflection, the silence broken. Cracks, large and small pieces, break my foot every time I walk. But Mom will not come ...
- What are you doing awake?

The unexpected voice of Bill pulled a start, sitting on a couch before the television off of the room. With the heart pumping como insane, the gothic teen turned quickly toward the entrance to the kitchen, where it came from the interruption. Before I knew who he was, he had saved the notebook and pencil under your legs.

Tom, of course who else? Sleepy and a glass of lemonade in hand. The huge white shirt and touched his knees beneath the fabric of his pants barefoot almost disappeared. Bill pulled himself together at once, stirred within him, a smile that did not cost little.

- How looking like you say goodbye to your girlfriends?

I was kidding, as alwayse. One of the few things that still acted as though they had never started high school and as if Tom never had started to like girls. Or bring them home to dismiss them after midnight. The difference was that each Bill wanted to kick them, but that did not have to learn more than his conscience, blame the main charge.

- What girlfriend? Tom said leaning on the doorframe, giving the impression that it was just physical exhaustion and his face had its own energy reserves. With half-closed eyes might have seemed slightly drunk & mdar lighter than outside, to appease the feeling was becoming critical. This happened when Tom saw a video of a rock band and became interested in the movements of the guitarist on the ropes. For the same reason he returned to the attack.

- What do you did?

But children also had secrets. Secrets to hide, which were lying, because they knew that nothing good would reveal.

-A new song about why Tommy does not wear a tent once and for all. Tom took a

soRBO a drink, taking the joke learned indifference.

"That's a big question to resolve, I think.

Bill is playing now be a bit honest. As if written in a script, I knew. Otherwise not be rid of his brother.

"Just could not sleep and wanted to come to write a few ideas. Bill

half expected him to ask what kind of ideas. Let's see if Tom still curious about him, so he did. But dreadlocks would be really tired, because he merely shrugged.


reduced a little more fluid in his glass and disappeared into the kitchen. Bill wanted to yell that he was an idiot, feeling a sudden urge to break something against his blond head and mourn with rage at the same time. All this was acknowledged before it became a thought and put his head on a cushion of the sofa, embarrassed by their impulses.

silence in the room had grown by leaps and bounds, leaving footprints too deep for your taste. Too real to his consciousness.