The curse from long ago(Fruk)

10

1969

"Francis!!! Where is my leather jacket?!"
"What?!"
"My jacket! Where is it?"
"The one with leather on it ?"
"Yes!"
"I hung it up on the chair!" He shouted back. I rolled my eyes and ran down the stairs to find it. "Arthur......?" He said, slowly looking at me.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Another concert?" He asked, looking at me. I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms. "Well, The Rolling Stones and the Kinks and! Led Zeppelin is going to be there," I said annoyed. Francis thinks that I might have changed a little, but honestly, I don't think so at all.

I've found myself a new love! One that doesn't involve Francis, of course! It involves groovy music and lots and lots of drinking, smoking pot, and tons of men and women to flaunt over me.

I'd say that the past five years have been my favorite out of all the decades I've lived. The style of clothing changed drastically, and I was loving it. Francis looked amazing too! He always had his hair down and wore bright clothes. Bell bottoms and boots were the fads right now, and man did he look great in them. Sometimes I have to stop myself from staring at him. To be honest... He was really hot!!!

"Can we go to Woodstock, please!"
"Why? It's so far away!"
"What else are you doing in august?"
"Well, nothing but still! Plus, you like the music they are playing... you will be with your people," I laughed.

He looked at me for a second and finally breathed out in defeat. "Fine, we will go all the way to the states just to go to Woodstock and see hippies and listen to music and run around naked too," he laughed confused. I was mostly into rock music, but I really wanted to see this! I hear it is going to be out of this world.

"Thank you, Francis; I knew you'd be cool with it!" I walked closer to him and began to pull on his hair playfully.

Ever since reuniting again after the war, I have never felt more complete. Everything around me felt amazing, and I'm so glad I'm alive to see this part of human history. People were against wars and did their best to speak out about them. Many of the oppressed stood up and fought for their rights in the states. People loved each other, and it was amazing.

Francis cupped my cheeks in his hands and began to squish them all around. "You get so red so easily now! It's really cute," he giggled. My eyes widened, and I pushed him away from me. "Awww so cute..... you look so tough now with all those piercings and crazy hair," he giggled.

My eyebrow began to twitch, and I glared at him. "Are you making fun of me?" I asked. "You know... one day you are going to look back at photos and regret all this," he laughed, covering his mouth. "Ehhhh? I'm not embarrassed, first of all, and second! Didn't you just say I was cute?" I laughed. He smiled at me and nodded happily. "Yes, I did, and I meant it, cutie!" He laughed.

We were definitely sweeter towards each other, but we continued to be ageless. We've talked about how we've changed and aren't so angry with each other all the time. I believe that living together really helped us grow our relationship.

"When will you be back tonight?"
"I'm not sure... pretty late again," I shrugged off. He nodded at me, and I began to put on my jacket. I was about to walk away when I stopped to look at him one last time. "By the way... I like those pants on you... they make your butt look good!" I laughed. His face was shocked, and it made him embarrassed.

Soon after, I left the house and began to make my way to the concert venue. I always had so much fun at these things. Watching all the people was cool. Although I still felt out of place sometimes, I always had a blast watching everyone.

Once in a while, I would sleep with strangers, but it was really rare. I've never brought anyone home for the sake of Francis. However, I do stay at other people's places. Sometimes it felt weird sleeping with people that were my "age," but I was literally an old man.

I wish Francis would come with me sometimes, but he says it's never his "scene," whatever that means. I would just like for him to come and see how fun everything is.

When I arrived at the place, everyone was already having so much fun. I was so excited to get drunk and really get fucked up. I was going to smoke so much pot tonight! I smiled, looked at everyone, and immediately went to the bar. "Four shots of vodka, please," I smiled at the bartender. He nodded at me, and I handed him some money.

"Wow! Four off the bat, huh?" Some guy came up to me. I nodded with a smile and continued to take the shots right in front of him. "Yup! And this is only the starter for tonight," I laughed. "My name is Marc," he smiled at me. "My name is Arthur!" I cheered.

I walked into the crowd and began to light up a blunt for me to smoke. "You sure like to party, huh?" He asked. I nodded, laughing, and began cheering with everyone as the singers came on stage. "I like that, and we should hang out sometime?" He suggested. "Yeah, sure, we can hang out right now, too," I smiled. He put an arm over my shoulder, and we began to dance with each other... Ahhhh, I might go home with someone tonight. He began to grab my hips and move them around, and I knew for sure that he liked men. We will see what happens...