I Jack Off To My Sister

. Ocean Blue Lust. Original

Title: Pity the sleepless
Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean , B.

Prompt: # 3 Lust

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 890

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under the exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: * if I do not see why it is more a character in this fic has caught my LJ * *
the above is not the plot of a horror movie. I know that writing B. is idiot, but it's the best I knew how. The fic with a fake name would sound even more false. Anyway the contents of the call, fake name or not, remains to
* U_U "Pity the insomniac" is the title of a book by the legendary J. Deaver * bow * *
to my B! Treasury, love, tipaaaa, you can not miss half the good that you want (L).
* Nami to ask forgiveness in advance for my GossipGirlLove . I love everything that has to do with Kristen Bell on principle and for the same reason I love anything that has to do with people able to read the smile * _ * And it's one of those in which serial tirartela because you can understand English (Or pretend, but you pull it anyway xD).

Pity Watchers!

- I ... -

- Yes, Yes! -

- No, seriously, are two and half hours we speak ... -

- Ugh! What is it, you will not want to study chemistry? Chemistry? -

- Apart from the fact that news! news! , there are people who consider the chemical a school subject and not an hour "cazzeggiano Sound of Music" .. -

- No! I'll present some of them? -

The mocking tone of B. had long ago ceased to irritate me. Although his total lack of respect for what others might have some value - but her, after all, why should you care? - often I had bothered, now I knew to take it philosophically, I could enter into his twisted little head and extrapolate the concept: B. loved me and I I wanted her.

Where were the problems?

problems, if I may, arrived when the clock ticked past one thirty-five and she still had no intention of hanging up.

Mind you, I loved talking to B. .

For another hour, another day. Possibly with another topic.

But how blame her?

in all it was three days that I sipped a tirade on his beloved ( or not?) L. .

- .. and in the end we opted for that thing .. -

- Ah. Wow. .. No, it wait wait! With "that thing there" you mean the ... - Swallow, that word still sounded strange to me, like out of a movie - the couple opened ..? -

The saw smile.

Even if you're across the city, I knew he was smiling.

- Yes. I see you, stubborn! that you have not been heard for three days? Now getting caught by all the back! -

- Yes, but all stas .. -

- Ocean, but have you got to do two in the morning? -

Something like "sleep"?

But for goodness sake.

The Adventures of B. were kept awake all night even Ciccio!

- So Saturday invited me to his house .. -

- Ah-ah. -

- ... we ate together ... -

And then, finally, I was the santarellina group or not?

took it so much because I went to Mass on Sundays (with G. no. Maybe for them she was a lost case, but I could , had to be rescued), but when there was talk about the ups and downs love, from people who were?

from me!

- And then? -

- And then ... ellipses! -

There she was, my girlfriend's heart.

L ' ellipses.

The ellipsis was a gimmick B., created just for me. When he felt that his story, want to over-excitement, a desperate need to tell you, it would become too for my delicate ears, it was a bit 'as in Meyer Breakin Dawn : omitted.

And to feel smart - you go for the classic boast, it is known - had called ellipses.

It was found a beautiful, adored her. Not to mention the fact that my lungs scream " Ellipses! "during a telephone conversation I love it!

- .. it was so sweet! We were embraced not know how long, to cuddle us ... Bluuu! -

(B. was that my last name was much more convenient for its crisis).

- B. ! I know better, I know. .. I just do not understand. -

- What you do not understand , exactly? -

All because they are - ossignore! - Already the fourth and two in the morning?!

- sum up: you are not together. -

- witty girl. -

- Fool. So, you're not together, not outputs. If you feel like you see at school. If you go running in the center of a ride. He takes you to the bus stop when he wants. But if t'ignora, you can not angry. And on Saturday you're on .. for .. -

- .. do a dance? - I came up against her.

Four fried , I wanted to say.

But he knew a bit 'of plagiarism, because he had written two days before on MSN.

- Yes, "do a dance" can go. -

- And then? -

- Here .. where is the love in that? -

- Love? There. -

- Ah, here. And you okay? -

- For now, yes. -

I tried to make sense of that circle, but did not fit anything.

There was too much sex and love in that little speech.

And to me it sounded like a real film, the preposterous situation in which he was poking B. .

situation where I knew the details, well hidden in the rear. It was becoming a hobby, a mania, a persecution, to know everything about everyone without that no one knew me.

Maybe Facebook is not that stupid test had a point.

Perhaps I was a bit 'Gossip Girl.

AND B. ? Who was B. Italian fiction in that all that I had just improvised director and narrator at the same time?

The application made just in time to be thought, that I already had the answer.

to be. He said his name.

She was B. .

Queen B. .

He said his name.

He said his name.

started laughing convulsively to the absurd coincidence - I'm mad, for making connections, I love them but do not believe it - me dragging unsuspecting B. .

E 'disturbing finding correspondences between his life and a television series.

Especially when it comes to Gossip Girl.

- Well! - Rang B. on the other end of the phone - I see you've taken! Past the girl sleep? -

(B. loved to call people "babe" or "kind." One way to save money as another of neurons.)

- You're kidding, right? -

- Why? Now it's almost three, we make a time round, no? -

Certainly!

reasons I do not bat an eyelid , growled.

Apart from the fact that I'm dying of sleep.

But at the end of her, who cares?

[END]