Beyond the Dream (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 7

He opened the pink door, put her inside, she struggled a lot, she was now on his front side and clung to his neck and waist. She kept on with the kisses. He pushed her roughly into the car and slammed it. He felt bad because she pouted at him through his car window. He exhaled in and out deeply, stood for a few moments and then went inside the car. He put gently put his buttom down in the driver's seat, buckled himself and this Vance Valaentine character up. He then started the car and put his foot on the pedal. His knee length thick braid was over his left shoulder and on his lap.

“Where is your house Miss Valentine?” He asked Vance.

“F- off. You know my first name. I'll let it go this once. Oh the f-ing we shall have. Wait, wait, wait- you're not a virgin are you? I only did three people, not a long list other people assumed I-” Vance said to Gleoite. He did not want to hear about her doing life.

“Miss where is your home?” He asked her again.

She gleefully told him where her appartment was. He examined her attire in the rearview mirror, her bossom nearly fell out of her tank top and she wore short shorts. He blushed when she grinned naughtily at him and his eyes turned to the road ahead.

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He grunted when she jumped upon his back again, her legs embraced his waist and her arms embraced his neck. Her chest leaned on the back of his head and it made her heavier on his back. He closed the door, pressed the button on his keychain and there was a beep, beep sound to indicate his car was locked. Each step started to make his body feel a bit more pained. His muscles started to sting and he realized he had not worked out in a while. She gave him his keys and then unlocked the door the back door to the appartment building.

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Vance Valentine's appartment was in full view after he closed and locked the door. She fell off his back, backwards, he turned and caught her in his arms bride-style. The stench of his sweat made him flinch and also the sight of the living room in front of the appartment door. There was a small television on a brown stand, a brown ripped chesterfield in front of the television stand, to the right of the entrance down the hall and he checked the only room down the hall it was the bathroom. The bathroom had towels on the floor, the living room had pizza boxes on the floor and dishes everywhere. Behind the living room was the small kitchen and combined dining room. It was so eerily small compared to the Murphy mansion and it stunk to high heaven. The stench of his sweat, mixed with the rotting food and the fetid clothes lying around and the unwashed dishes in the dish washer made the air very malordorous.

There was a hall down from the entrance of the appartment and the hall was beside the kitchen. Down the hall to the left of the entrance of the appartment was her bedroom. There was also an laundry room and this appeared to be a condo. Her bedroom door was already opened. There was a big brown king-sized bed in front of the doorway to her bedroom, a painting of two people -a heterosexual couple- performing the act was above her bed. He winced at the pornography pictures all over her walls. There was a dresser to the rightof her wall, beside the window. The window was open and there were so much car noises coming from it. On the dresser was a lamp. He placed the woman down carefully, lifted her legs and then put the blanket over her legs. He adjusted her head and put it on the pillow.. He tucked her in. She laid down on her back and had fainted since they came in. He bit his lip and then left the bedroom and stepped over clothing.

He was about to leave, he opened the appartment door only to be disturbed by the mess. He exhaled deeply spent some time to pick up all the dirty clothes in the appartment, put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket he found in her landry room which took a while and he washed the dishes. Before he knew it he had put everything on the floor that was garbage in the garbage bin he found. He washed the dishes and the floors. He wiped down the walls and the counters. Soon it was early the next morning. He even brushed the girl's hair as she slept.

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He pounded his forehead into his palms and decided this was creepy behaviour. He did this beside Vance's bedside and then he decided to walk aaway. He would lock the door on his way out and then put her keys under the door. His parents were probably worried sick about him. Thankfully he had the Saturday off which was rare, his shift was random.

He yelped when the girl caught his long knee-length braid and pulled him backward. He fell sideways, his back on her stomach, she continued to pull on his braid and he yelped and crawled upward to the back of the bed. He was about to protest to her to stop but her chest jumped onto his. Her arms embraced under his armpits and her large chest buried his face. He felt uncomfortable. He tried to move but she already fell unconsious on top of him. He sighed.

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He had fallen asleep and that Saturday afternoon he woke up both to the sound of his mobile that rang in his pants and because of a hand that was inside his pants and inside his underwear. He yelped when she squeezed and then she kissed him. He pushed her off of him and she rolled onto her back. He got up to his feet and noticed his clothes were wrinkled. He rushed toward the bedroom door but she pulled on his braid.

“Who's the handsome androygenous human that wakes up in my bed?” Vance asked Gleoite. He turned to glare at her. His cheeks were ginger like his hair.

“Stop tugging my-” Gleoite said to Vance.

“You're goods felt long like your braid. Any chance you can show me what's underneath? Did you already? I forget.”

“No- no. We did not. Let go of my hair. I really need to wash it.”

“It's so long and feminine. Wait- wait please- and you're clothes are pink. Are you gay?”

“Are you gay?”

“No.”

“Why do people just assume other people's orrientation?'

“Oh let's have breakfast together then we can show each other, each other's bodies, make sweet passionate love and then eat food. Ooh and then we can watch porn. Maybe sports too.”

He sighed and left the appartment, only to be pulled backward inside by Miss Vance Valentine and she slammed the door. Her back was up against it, she prowled toward him and he ran away down the hall. She laughed at him and ran after him. Her boobs bounced up and down. She leaped and he dodged. She fell flat on her face. He tried to leave but then she started to cry. He lifted her up, when she stood, she smacked her lips against his and he pushed her away.

“Stop it already woman. It's not like we're dating or anything. I am not a rebound kind of guy. My hair is all fuzzy thanks to you, I have to get to work soon and I am waiting for a big freezer thingie too-” He attempted to say. She demanded some food in compensation for his continued rejection. She wanted to be cooked for. He sighed and did so. She sat on the couch and watched soccer.

When he attempted to leave she demanded his phone number and he gave her the wrong number when he wrote it down on a yellow slip.

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Later that Saturday day, he was grocery shopping for some goods, he recently bought a cooler to keep food in, for his apparmtnet to freeze lots of foods and spent the rest of the day setting that up in his room. He tried to forget about the lude and crude Vance Valentine. A gothic lady in a black trench coat with spikes on the ends and short spiky black hair, a ripped long black skirt, tall black boots and long black leggings. She also had a blank tank top on. She was flat chested and had the saddest look on her face. She waited in line in front of him, she had a little basket that hung on her arm and she had a black little heart tattoo undearneath her right eye, on her right cheek. She had lots of dark eyeshadow on and long black eyelashes. She looked about eighteen, two years yonger than him. Her black eyebrow raised and she looked down at the pile of food in his cart.

“Do you know that you could fed a whole village with the amount of food in that cart?” She said to him darkly.

“And it could fill my entire stomach on just one meal miss. I had a strange day and night. Food will make up for it.” Gleoite said to her.