Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

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May 22nd

Oh how I hate it when I am unable to go home. Hiding is shit as well. Fuck, this is awful. But it is my own fucking fault, isn't it? I never should've let them in my life. Trust is an illusion. You can't trust people. People suck. So do I, by the way. The best thing about Amsterdam is that you can find a nice, horny tourist anytime, anywhere. So here I am, in a cheap hotel, sucking someone's dick. He has a nice dick. Good times.

After throwing up for the second time today, I sit down on a bench near a canal. 'You okay?' Who is this person? Why is it talking to me? 'Fuck off.' And it does. I wonder if the others are looking for me. I wonder if they are taking shifts, sitting in front of my door, waiting for me to come home. I wonder if Richard and Kat feel miserable. Fucking hope they do. A pigeon is interested in me and I take a swig from the bottle of vodka. After a few minutes, the bottle is empty and I decide to go for a walk. A long walk.

I have been sitting here for hours, the pavement making my butt feel sore. He used to live here, I have no idea if he still does. The bottle next to me is telling me that it's time to open another one. Let's throw the other one away first. I get up, which is really hard, and stumble into someone. 'Tyler.' 'Tiffany?' He's still gorgeous. A woman walks up to us and kisses his cheek. She's holding a little girl. Tyler's face shows me that he's looking for words. 'My wife, Mary. And my daughter Sacha.' I nod at them and Mary can probably feel the awkward and she excuses herself to go into the house. He still lives here, I was right. 'What are you doing here? Are you drunk?' I giggle. 'I wanted to see if the hottest teacher ever is doing okay. You are apparently. And I might be a little drunk.' He shakes his head. 'Same old Tiffany.' He tells me about his new job, an office job. He hates it. Good for him. I caress his cheek and he grabs my hand. 'You need to go.' Ugh, he's so handsome. How I would love to sleep with him one more time. I kiss his cheek and walk away. Leaving a piece of paper with my address in his back pocket.

The bus takes me back to the city center and I sigh when I reach my favorite liquor store. Someone else is working today, that's great. I put the bottles in my backpack and go to the shop next door. 'Normal pack of Marlboro, please.' This is an emergency. I might not be out of alcohol, but I am out of my mind. Which is shitty as well. How even did he manage to create a child that quickly. Is that even possible? Son of a bitch. How did he manage to get married? To a fugly person as well. I am way prettier than her. For fuck's sake. Slowly, I walk towards a canal and sit down on the ground. I light a cigarette and think about tonight. Maybe it's time for a new nationality.

Japan, exotic. Too bad this guy wasn't very good. Poor Japanese guys who are good in bed, this person just fucked everything up for you. No more Japanese people for Tiffany, nope. Japanese food is still a big yes. Japanese penises... Well this one not very big, but still a big nope. Maybe he was good, but not as good as... Well maybe I am drunk. 'Bye bye. Don't follow me. Stay.' I pull the door close, leaving the man in his room. Sigh. After taking a bottle out of it, I swing my backpack over my shoulder. In the elevator, I drink a quarter of it and I don't feel very well. Don't drink and elevate kids, it's awful. I exit the hotel and cold air hits me in the face. Oh this is no good. Shit starts spinning and I lean against a tree. Oh fuck no. Everything goes black.

A/N: 3K! Awesome! Thanks for reading. Stay tuned, this story is not done yet, but there's a new story in the making already. 

Mani loves. x T.