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Mourning Skye: Chapter 2 (part 2)

“No, you slut! I just asked if you remembered him.” “Of course I remember him. Everybody used to make fun of that poor guy.” Angeline said. “They probably still do, unfortunately. But he had this caretaker. Like a manny.” “That fucking Josh Hartnett looking guy who was fresh out of college?” Angeline interrupted. Sammy slowly nodded her head and stuck her tongue through her teeth as she smiled. Angeline hit her with her elbow again. “How the hell did you do that? And how the hell did I not know about it?” “I told you can’t tell anyone.” “Why the hell not? That dude is hot as hell!” “Because, bitch. I was only 16 at the time.” “Scandalous.” “Told you I wasn’t so innocent.” “Apparently not.” Angeline stumbled on her own feet and Sammy steadied her as they continued forward. “I need some details. All of them.” She put her hand up to her mouth motioning back and forth sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek. “Are you 16 now?” Sammy asked. Angeline shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t even know where to start.” “From the beginning of course.” “Well, in the summer after sophomore year my mom set me up to help tutor Mikey in math. I’ve always been a math whiz.” “You’re kind of rain manny.” “I’m an excellent driver. I drive slow on the driveway when my dad came to Walbrook.” Angeline laughed at Sammy’s bad impression. “So, there I was. Sitting in Mikey Magoo’s kitchen, with these giant tits when I was 16 and what do I see walk in the back door, shirtless?”...

Mourning Skye: Chapter 2 (part 1)

Angeline sloppily pulled a cigarette from her purse and nearly broke the cigarette as she put it to her lips. She took a few steps and then reached back into her large black, leather purse for her lighter. She continued walking forward as she foraged for the lighter. She brought the purse up closer to her face and looked in as she moved the items inside her purse. Angeline had all of Skye’s characteristics except that she dyed her hair a deep shade of blue. She was tall and slender and had freckles speckling her face. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue to match her hair. Her eyes weren’t listless, rather enthusiastic dampened by the drunkenness of draft beer. Her face was beautiful and her skin was soft with youth. She accentuated her eyes with liner and let the rest of her beauty shine naturally. She found the lighter and as she was bringing the yellow Bic lighter out of the purse her foot hit a curb and she stumbled forward and the lighter crashed to the sidewalk with three bounces and rested near Sammy’s feet. Sammy bent over and picked up the lighter and gave it to Angeline who was nervously laughing. Sammy was Angeline’s best friend since the fourth grade. Sammy was a few inches shorter than Angeline and weighed the same. Her weight was carried in her bra which would normally make her the object of many men’s affections, but she did not have a face that carried the same attraction. It wasn’t ugly by most standards, it was just something that, with Sammy’s...

Mourning Skye: Chapter 1 (part 2)

“Yeah, I guess.” “We already established that broads are pretty crazy right?” Miles asked. “Pretty established I think.” Adam replied while cocking his head waiting for the insight. “Doesn’t it make sense that at the end of your relationship you were more of just a buddy than anything?” he prodded. “Not sure I’m following 100 percent.” “Look, this girl has had some shitty shit happen to her in her life. Dead dad. On again, off again lesbo mom. Which is totally awesome, by-the-by. Another dead guy in her life.” Miles leaned his head forward and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m seriously getting lost now.” Adam retorted. “Alls that I’m saying is that maybe she just wasn’t feeling you at the time.” “She wasn’t feeling me?” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling you. Like, at that time period. Maybe you were getting too serious for her and she wanted to push you away. You guys weren’t dating that long.” “What are you a regular fucking Carl Rogers?” Adam quipped. Miles looked confused but continued on anyway. “No man. I don’t want to be your god damned neighbor. I’m just trying to say that it seems like that this broad didn’t want you too close so that is why she got cold towards you at the end. I don’t even know if she was thinking about ending it or anything then, but more of a protection thing.” Miles said. Adam leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair clearing the strands of dirty blond hair from his eyes. He uncrossed his legs and re-crossed them, putting his other leg on...

Mourning Skye: Chapter 1 (part 1)

The afternoon sky was crisp, but had little bite. A plume of smoke escaped Adam’s mouth as he lit the end of his cigarette. He sat down, outside of the coffee shop, in faded jeans, a faded shirt and a faded state of mind. His radiant hazel eyes were squinting as the shadows of the trees danced on his brow. He tilted his head back and blew a cloud of smoke into the otherwise cloudless sky. Adam sat at the table of the coffee shop and held his cup of coffee in his right hand. He was, by every sense of the word, an attractive man. His green eyes had a feline quality to them. They didn’t glow in the dark, but they seemed to glow while you talked to him. They were definitely more green than yellow, which held the intrigue much longer. He was tall and thin. He was not overly tall. Slightly taller than average. He also wasn’t thinner than normal. He wasn’t built, but he was not skin and bones. His hair was a sandy blond. He had it described to him as dirty blond before. He wore it longer, and parted down the middle. His jaw was squared, but did not impose or jut out and his full lips were framed by two dimples. He took his coffee and put it over his bottom full lip and sipped slowly, careful not to burn his mouth or tongue. He took his coffee black. Like many things in his life it was minimalistic. He didn’t see the need to add cream or sugar to something that...


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