Sympathy For Lucy Fur 3
âThat bad, huh?â
âAre you fucking kidding me?!â
âGod, you donât have to rub it in.
Brian looked as if he were about to break down in tears. Heâd taken me over to his house, because there was nothing to do at mine. Apparently, he was a guitar-player. And the best Iâd ever heard. âBrian!â He thought I hated it, âBrian, youâre the best guitar player Iâve ever heard!â I told him.
He looked up at me, with his eyes drooping, all sad. A shy smile crept across his face and the corners of his cheeks turned bright red. It was so adorable, I almost giggled. âWell, what now?â I asked him. He shrugged, still smiling. I was sick of not doing anything, so I suggested, âDo you want to go on a walk or something?â&
Mick Jagger Story 1
"Mick! Stop it! I'm telling my mom!!!" Mick puts my bra down, laughing his ass off. That was typical Mick. He liked to annoy me by looking through my closet and drawers. I even asked my mom once if I could get locks for my closet and drawers, but she thought that was ridiculous. But of course, she didn't know what Mick did.
I snatched my bra from Mick and stuffed it back in my drawer.
"I'm going to kill you Jagger!" I hold my fist up at him, which makes him laugh harder. I smile. IT was so hard to get mad at Mick. Even though he teased me sometimes, he could make me laugh easily.
"I'm calling Sarah!" I try to threaten, but burst out laughing. After all ,it didn't really matter. I think Mick has seen every pair of underwear and every bra I own. "You are so perverted." I roll my eyes at him. After I put a nifty lock thing I invented on my closet and drawers, I plopped down on my bed. Mick and I have known each other almost from birth. I met him when we were... around 2 or 3, when he move
Sympathy For Lucy Fur 2
I woke up the next morning with Brian clinging onto me like a child. I rolled over slowly in his arms. He was still sleeping. His beautiful face glowed in the light of the sun that seeped through my window. I brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and continued to watch him. I was uncertain why he was holding me in such a way, as he was. He had both arms around me, his folded legs overlapping mine.
I sighed rather loudly, and Brian's eyes flashed open immediately. "Good-morning." I said quietly. He blushed once he recognized his position, and let go of me. "Morning...," he muttered, embarrassed. I smiled at him anyway. Soon, there was a knock at the door. I grew anxious.
It could be my parents...what if they decided to just walk in? Brian couldn't just hop under the bed; he was hurt. I watched the door in suspense, waiting for the knocker to say something. "Open the door, it's Mick!" I sighed in relief, and yelled back, "Coming!"
I got up from bed, and opened the door. "Well, look wh
Sympathy For Lucy Fur 1
I found him in the back alleyway behind some bar. He looked too young to be at a bar in the first place, though. His babyish face was swollen, red, and cut up. I couldn't believe it! How could someone beat this adorable thing up?! I couldn't see him very well, but from what I could tell, this boy had been hurt pretty badly.
I had no idea who'd done it, why they had, or what I should do. All I knew was I couldn't leave him there. I tried to pick him up, so I could carry him to my house, and sneak him in, but he was too heavy. I'm a very weak person, so this wasn't surprising. Before I'd found him, I was over at Mick's house watching movies. Mick was my best friend.
I was simply taking the back-way home when I found the poor guy there. I finally found the strength to pick him up. I did so, and tried to make his unconscious body more comfortable by resting him on a stack of crates. The crates were near the street light in the middle of the alley. I could see the boy better now. He was pro