Leo-1992
I wake up to someone calling me. Its Johnny. I get dressed and head over to his place. At 30 he is somewhat of a father figure to me, but he is mostly a friend.
It is late in the afternoon, almost night. I don't expect him to be making eggs and bacon like he just woke up. Then I see a blonde girl in her underwear sitting at the kitchen table, a little dried blood under her nose. Cocaine. I hope Lily didn't partake in that last night. I know Johnny did. There is meaningless conversation thrown around between Johnny and I, Johnny and the girl, Shannon, and Shannon and I. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Thinking it might've been another one of Johnny's conquests I was surprised when I saw Lily. Her shirt grazed the very tops of her thighs, almost at risk of exposing herself.
My thoughts race back to the night a few weeks ago. Its blurry but I remember the feeling. Hot, intense, the curves of her body are imprinted in my hands and I can still feel her skin against mine. So soft. She's a year younger than me, 18. Beautiful. I look over at her and her eyes dart over to Johnny to avoid my gaze. I run my hands through my hair and sigh, not loud enough for people to hear. Why can't I just pick up the courage to talk to her again. I'm an idiot. I only wish that night could be replayed again and again. Lily goes and watches tv until mumbling a few words and walking back upstairs, I'm assuming to change. Why not follow her up?
"Johnny uh, I think I forgot a shirt of mine here a few nights again I'm gonna head up and get it" He doesn't even look up from Shannon, engulfed in conversation.
I go upstairs, brush my hair out of my face and knock on Lily's door, the first one on the right.
"One sec Johnny I'll be right there" she calls, her voice a symphony to my ears.
"It's me, actually." I hear nothing. As I turn to leave, assuming she doesn't want to talk she opens the door.
"What, Leo. What do you want." I get distracted. Her eyes, fierce. "We aren't friends. I'm only dealing with you because of Johnny. And also, that night, it never happened."
My heart sinks. "Of course. I just, uh," I'm struggling for words, "I wanted to make sure you were okay from last night."
"Yeah. I'm fine."
She walks past me, her hair a wonderful scent, smelling vaguely of coconuts, her ass, even when wearing a jean skirt I can see it bouncing. God the things I would do. Bend her over, tear her shirt off, pull that skirt up and-
"LEO!" Shannon is running up the stairs. Dammit.
"Hey Shannon, are you coming with us today?" A formality, I hate formalities.
"Actually I have to go pick up my son so I can't!"
A son? Holy shit.
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L- A Leonardo Dicaprio love story
Fanfiction"Leo you know this is wrong." I say, getting on top of the counter. "I know." He says back to me, pulling the blinds closed and taking his shirt off. Two years I've been anticipating this. Two years.
