The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Chapter XIX

THE 23RD OF MARCH, THE 19TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE SECOND MILLENIUM'S ARRIVAL; 1:51 P.M.

Aquila sat on the edge of the bed, as he pulled his boxers up. His puffy emerald eyes looked blankly behind him as his wavy hair covered most of his unlit vision. A young woman lied behind him, with one of her hands hanging beyond the edge of the bed, with some of her blonde hair that covered most of her milky toned face. Her naked chest was wrapped by the white sheets.

He blew his hair off his eyes. A sigh huffed from his mouth as he stood. His phone vibrated vigorously on the night stand beside the bed. He picked it up and the wooden boards creaked a little with his footsteps as he walked past the sliding door. The cool night wind blew to his chest and his face as he answered the phone.

"Hey Fritz," he said to the phone as he placed his arms on the railings he leaned on, "quite lucky you are, I finished moments ago."

"So that's where you were," Fritz' voice answered from the bottom end of the phone, "You literally disappeared instantly when the party was about to end."

"She pulled me," he chuckled, "how can I resist a hot, rich bad girl-wannabe?"

The phone went silent for a moment, "Wait, don't tell me?"

"Yes Fritz," he said and smiled, "I tasted Cennia Springwood," he chuckled, "and it seems I'm going to get more of her soon."

Fritz' laughter emanated from the phone, "There goes the C on your eighth alphabet, you motherfucker," he said with his words mixed with laughter, "How was she?"

"She was quite easy to get," he chuckled, "she was tight, but not the tightest my bloody dick has been in," he continued, "literally for the past few months."

"Damn," he answered silently, "any highlights in her?"

"Nothing much," he said as he looked upon the sky, "maybe the way she moans was quite special."

"Special?"

"It was cute," he chuckled, "it was as if it was her first time."

Fritz gave out a laugh, "I'm sure she enjoyed it though."

"Well, I didn't that much," he huffed, "she didn't even gave me a hint of urge to smoke when we finished."

He answered with a laugh, "Things are changing aren't they?"

His mouth gave out a silent chuckle, "Like what?"

"Your accent's one," he laughed.

He huffed, "Why?" he said, "You miss my bloody accent turning you on, you faggot?"

"Keep dreamin'," he mocked, "by the way, you used condoms right?"

"I don't like fucking rubber," he chuckled, "besides, condoms are for newbies."

He laughed, "I'll be a godfather right?"

"Not anytime soon," he chuckled, "I have ways to not fuck up."

"Like?"

"There's safe days, there's an ass and there's her face," he answered with a smile on his face.

"The second one's pretty disgusting," his chuckles followed his words.

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I used the first option tonight."

He answered with laughter much more silent than the last, "I hope you don't change too much."

"I won't," he chuckled, "I think I've already changed too much the past few months."