whispers and mutters • blasnique

Chapter Five

trigger warning

THIRD PERSON

Unique did not like Zild's party at all.

It seemed fun but incoherently dead to him, but he was trying to keep himself alive - stopping himself from drinking too much and drinking water instead, but it wasn't working.

The party was like a dead plant to him, and he was the gardener continuously watering it just to revive it.

He was the sad gardener.

Depressed gardener who lives down the street, with his beautiful garden as his companion - then he notice everything starts to fade to black and white and everything just becoming bland. Pale and lifeless.

His vibrant and colourful garden just starting to become like a dead corpse to him, and stupid gardener tries to revive it. Pouring ounces and litres of water just to keep it alive and to revive his dying plants.

Unique was problematic and sad, trying to save an unhealthy relationship that was only driven by sex and lust - and nothing else.

Barbara only liked him for how he likes to give in at sex, and extremely horny. Needy as it seems but he was also love-hungry, and Barbara was only there to satisfy his needs.

Unique roamed around the party, filled with naked bodies and teenagers making out - some even are already having sex on the couch and he's just there; steady and drinking whisky cause he feels like not moving today.

Drowning in alcohol surely was the best decision he's made today, proving the people who said that he makes "terrible decisions" wrong.

He might standing or even sitting still, but a lot of thoughts are racing on his mind as of this moment. He feels a lot emotions hit him almost every single second (or even millisecond) that passes by.

Music was his worst choice of profession, but it was his passion.

In music, he felt loved. In music, he felt safe. In music, he felt happy - it was his wonderwall, his great escape, his everything. He felt like music was his helping hand at times where he was abused by his father and screamed at by his mother, those little tunes on the radio helped him and calmed him down.

Blaster was a nice friend and a nice person to be with. He was a big help in Unique's abusive past and he hates himself for taking Blaster for granted - cause no one else treats him the way Blaster does.

He was distracted as a girl approached him, but it surely wasn't Barbara. It seems like a different girl. She had dyed hair and clothing that showed too much skin, looking half naked as it is. "Hey there, you lonely?" The girl was cute from Unique's blurry vision, red lipstick and a faded blue eyeshadow on her eyelids and she sure did have a petite body figure.

"I sure am. How 'bout you, pretty darling?" He asks in a flirtatious manner, hands gripping on her thighs up to her waist as she sits on his lap.

The girl attacks his lips, her wet lips landing on his. Her lips felt rough and they tasted like alcohol - or maybe he was tasting himself? Pulling away from the sloppy kiss, the nameless girl asks; "Me too, baby boy.. You wanna take this further?"

I sure do wanna take this further. Just ride me all you please, darling - you're desperate too, aren't you? Hooking up with a random stranger cause you're too thirsty for stimulation like the filthy bitch that you are.

"Sure.." He drunkenly responds, eyes focused on the random girl's eyes as well. She had almond eyes that reflected brown from the moving white light from the corner, heart-shaped lips and semi-curly hair. His eyes started moving down, looking at her black tube top and her short shorts, almost exposing the rest of her thighs and her torso; half naked.

He looked back to her eyes that were staring at him with utter lust and nothing else, and then his vision split from her eyes to someone else familiar at the back - Blaster.

It was Blaster that seemed way too familiar, smiling and taking a sip of rum - looking at some curly haired guy who was smiling back, his cheek forming a dimple as he looked back to Blaster with a smile. It was Zild.

Why are you hanging out with that guy? You're not supposed to hang out with that conceited bastard. You're delusional for thinking he's some kind of angel. He's the devil, don't you know that?

Preserve your innocence, little boy. You don't know who that guy is. Don't even dare --

"Baby boy... Are you even listening?" The nameless girl asked again, "Fuck, yeah I am." No, I'm not. "I just wanna fuck you from behind, you know? Your skin against mine and my wet lips against yours, or even my lips against you, your soaking wet pussy - oh shit - maybe my dick inside you too.."

He was horrible at dirty talk, and he just tried to talk all her worries of him not listening away, and it sure did work.

"Fuck, babe. Just please - fuck me now. I want your dick inside me so bad, and I'm so down to have your wet tongue on me - fuck. Shit-"

The girl stood up and pulled Unique up, dragging him past the crowd, and to the guest room.

"So Blaster, since we're on the topic about relationships and love.. How's your love life goin'?"

"Hm, you go first. You got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah. She's pretty as fuck and Unique knows the girl as well. Her name's Shanne and she's an aspiring artist too. How 'bout you tell yours?"

"I have a nice friend. She's real nice and real cute, and she's a big fan of art too. Her name's Crystal - I call her Crys."

"Oh really? Introduce her to me some time, you don't know.. Crys and Shanne might get along, you know?"

Just when Unique thought the night couldn't get any worse..