Breaking Restrictions.

Plot 2: The tale of the French.

~Nathan~

My eyes opened to the sound of girls squealing, and I heard an all to familiar voice say, "Ain't he just the cutest thing girls? So bloody perfect, you just wanna eat him!"

"Does he always sleep fully clothed? I want to see him when he's undressed!" Girl #1 giggled, and all the girls laughed.

"Maryanne your so bad!" Girl #2 cried, and pitched in, "I wan-uh see him in the hot sun melting like uh ice cream cone!"

"Oooh!" #3 went a little flustered, "I want to see the man in the shower!" All the girls gasped, and busted out laughing. "Agreed!" They all shouted, and clapped their hands.

"You join a colt now or something Lacy?" I asked sighing, and sat up to three chubby girls and Lacy all smiling.

"Nope! Actually, their all here for you! You see lad, from the way you are dressed-ooh-I just knew!-you didn't have a girl friend! No woman would let their sugar go out like that, except for a mother! You see, she was trying keep all the girls away!" Lacy instructed me, and I couldn't help feeling angered that I was the one who picked out this outfit and begged Mom to buy it for me.

"Lacy, for your information you have room to talk. Secondly, stop bugging me with all these different things as if you are the one that is in charge of me. And thirdly, make all these girls stop staring at me!" I hollered, and stood up this time, walking towards the door, but when I opened it Tony stared down at me.

"Whoa kid, having a..." He had to count all the girls in the room, before he finished saying, "Five some?"

"You see me leavin' don't you? Why don't you satisfy them for me? I need a smoke." With that, I turned around grabbing the box of "sugar cubes" and ran off to Lacy's room. Moarte had a shelf full of candles, she had to have a lighter some where.

When I walked in, I watched Moarte turn to look at me, and said, "Lacy went to your room. Guess you love birds can't stay away from each other. Huh?"

"Not now Moarte, I need to borrow a lighter." I told her anxious to get started.

"You got Cigs?" She asked.

"Course, you can have one if you let me borrow that lighter." I told her, and she went into her top drawer, then walked to the door saying, "Come on. I know a place we can go without getting caught." We walked all the way outside, threw the woods for a good while, then went off the path, but I saw moments later that she made a path of her own in rock. We followed them all the way down a hill, and threw a tunnel, landing at a stream that was about to dry up if it didn't rain soon. I saw some lawn chairs standing there, with  four desks glued together and the middle legs cut off making a small table. There was indention in the desk, and I saw a Gorth hearts Moarte on the table, but you cold see someone tried to scratch it off.

There was a large metal trashcan here filled with beer bottles, cheap liquor bottles, and wine coolers. A tin pot was in the middle of the table with cigarette stubs stashing in it and ashes. I pulled out my box and handed a cigarette to Moarte, and put on in my mouth. I watched as Mourte lit it, by cover one hand from the small breeze, and puffed in a few times to get the flame to suck threw the tobacco.

I mimicked her, having the cigarette in the middle of my index and middle finger, and softly sucked in so I wouldn't look like the fool choking from earlier. Eventually I could do I without having the urge to cough, and looked at Moarte who just stared off into the stream. Out of no where she started to sing, "When I was darkness at that time, with my lips trembling, in the corner of my room, I cry. The more I struggle, the more these wounds pierce into me, Our broken promises hurt me. Nobody can save me. God, I have only one request, Stop tearing apart my love. I need your love! I'm a broken rose! The sadness in  your song fluttering, My life lonely, and I have no where to go. I need your love, I'm a broken rose. Oh baby, help me from frozen pain, With your smile, your eyes, and sing me, just for me