This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
Taking a lil long weekend getaway with my partner so I may or may not upload, but here's a lil sumtin sumtin to hold y'all over in the meantime :) Also thank you for all the feedback with chapter names! I went back and created some fun ones that I might tweak if I think of something funnier, but still included the numbers so it's easier to track for those who preferred that I love y'all so gd much xoxo
Derek
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The afternoon did NOT go according to plan.
Actually, I want you to think of the worst possible case scenario, and double it. Maybe triple it for good measure...
Here, let me explain.
First off, I had no idea who Marty was, but clearly John did. Clearly he knew him, and he knew him well.
I watched from behind the end of a bookshelf, as John and Marty chatted up a storm. I was reading through a comic called Darkest Matter, or at least I was trying to, but every few moments I was pulled from the story by the sound of John and Marty's laughter.
Nothing they were talking about could've been that funny, I thought to myself.
Mind your business, Derek. I looked back down at the comic in my hand, trying to find which panel I left off on, when another round of laughter echoed through the otherwise empty bookstore. I hadn't noticed I was starting to hold the pages a little too tight, until I saw some of them folding in on themselves. I released my grip immediately, and said a silent apology to the pages of artwork.
But then my eyes gravitated towards the two men at the front of the bookstore again. Marty had reached out across the register counter to touch John's upper arm, and I could feel my aggravation quickly growing. As soon as he gave John's bicep a squeeze, I turned around and walked further down the isle.
This was a comic book store for christsake, I wasn't going to spend my time here watching John flirt with another man. I decided he'd come find me whenever he was done.
After about fifteen minutes, I thought he was well on his way to doing just that when I heard the chatter quieting down, but then I heard John's voice again a little closer to me and it sounded like he was taking a phone call.
'The ship's temperature had started to cool, causing its controls to signal to the crew that they had mere hours...' I started reading the comic I picked up from the beginning again because I barely remembered what I had just read, but that was when John's voice distracted me once more. It was more of a whisper this time.
"How did you get this number Pierre?"
Welp.
Consider my concentration officially broken.
I unintentionally listened in from a few rows down, trying to pick up bits of what John was saying as he spoke quietly into the line.
"How many times do I... No, Pierre, I'm serious.... Fine, you know what? Fuck it- tonight, seven. If you're late, I'll fucking-... Fine... Fine... Bye."
