i'm quite petite for my age, i'm 19 but i look 15, i'm quite short which would make people think i have a quite flamboyant personality, well that's what people assume, i actually don't have much of a personality because i'm quite shy and quiet, but once you get to know me i can change into a very talkative person, it's kind of my weakness, if i feel a connection i let it take over me, i like feeling a good vibe and connection with someone, it gives me hope in this shitty side of Hollywood.
I'm walking down the boulevard, it's about 10pm and it's a busy night, you can see drag queens smoking on the curb, there's gangs of guys waiting for a timid woman or boy to walk by so they can tease or catcall them, typical. i stand as a victim. there's people rushing to get home and there's a lot of chatter and a clash of music all around from different clubs, i shouldn't really be walking around by myself considering how much of an easy target i probably am, especially the fact i just HAD to wear shorts on this freezing cold night, my ass probably looks fucking amazing. great.
i'm brushing past people as quickly and as gently as i can, i don't really fancy annoying anyone right now because im already noticeably worried right now, there's the good parts of walking around at night time by yourself, when it's quiet and you can only hear distant chatter and the cold breeze is amazing and you just feel calm, or there's the bad, scary part of walking around on your own, where there's very intimidating people around that make you look like the epitome of a timid twink. this is one of those nights. i look up a little and make unwanted eye contact with a man and his group of friends, when i say group i mean gang. look-like-they're-part-of-a-terrifying-street-gang gang, they tower over me as i rush past them and i can feel their eyes on me, i feel a giant hand grab my ass and i jerk myself forward, what the fuck! are you serious? i turn to him with a disgusted look on my face as if i were to say "what the fuck, you pervert!" he grins at me and i hear his extremely deep voice say "hey baby, looking for a good time?" i scowl at him, and in the most confident way i could, i said "fuck you." and turned and walked as quickly as i could, i hear them mutter something and before i know it, i feel an extremely heavy, painful bottle or something, smack against my back which makes me jerk forward a little, fuckfuckfuckfuckthathurtsofuckingmuchjesuschrist. i feel my eyes water up and i walk faster, almost running. then i feel a hand, not the hand who grabbed my ass, pull me inside the entrance of a club, i look down at the ground, trying to hide my face and feeling extremely panicked.
"are you okay my love? i saw what those assholes did and John has went up to the fuckers." i heard the extremely soothing voice ring in my ears, not soothing enough to stop the aching throbbing on my back but enough to stop the tears, i looked up and made eye contact with green eyes. Adore Delano, what are the odds? i nod softly and look back down again. i feel his hand brush under my chin and lift my face back up again, "you sure baby? that was a whole Jack Daniels bottle, that shit must've hurt." i gather up the courage to say something, "just a little bit." i feel myself say, "do you want me to check it for you? i can bring you back to mine and take care of it, you really shouldn't be walking these streets on your own anyway, you're tiny." gEe ThAnKs fOr ThE cOnFiDeNcE bOoSt JuSt WhEn I tHoUgHT i WaS gEtTiNG TaLl. i'm pretty surprised he just single handedly invited a complete stranger back to his house, like, a complete stranger, do i accept? i know it's Adore from Drag Race but i can't be too sure he wouldn't kill me. so i hesitate, "im 19 you know... i'm not a baby.." i try to say in the least rudest way i can, "oh good you're over 18, so it doesn't look creepy that i just invited a fetus back to my place, wait here." he rushes away for a second and leaves me at the entrance of this club completely shaken and confused, do i run for it? do i wait? imreallygoddamnconfused adoredelanojustinvitedmebacktohishousetoseeifmybackisokay whatisgoingonsomeoneplsexplain. he rushes back to me and takes my hand and we start walking in a direction, i? didn't? even? agree? to? this?
"so, what's your name?" he says, and looks at me, i hesitate, still a bit confused "uhm....Luca.." i say, "you don't sound so sure" he looks at me and smirks "are you giving me a fake name?" i shake my head "n-no...i.. it's luca, definitely luca." he nods but looks slightly suspicious, "well i'm Danny, if you didn't know...don't be worried, im not gonna hurt you, im not one of those people" i hesitate, "how can i be so sure?" he looks back at me "you haven't tried to escape" i realise that i haven't and say "i'm kinda intrigued, you're inviting a complete stranger to your house, you don't even know what i'm capable of...." he smirks and stops at an apartment building and buzzes us in. "you're right, i don't... but you're not a baby, and you can take care of yourself as far as i know" i look at him "if you believe that then why did you help me?" we start walking up the stairs and he says "i said i know that, not that i believe it." damn. he kinda got me there
we reach his apartment and he unlocks the door and gently pulls me in, he closes the door then guides me to... his bedroom? uH. "sit down i'm gonna get you some ice" i pause but does as he says while he leaves the room, i find myself just sat on his bed, looking around a little. i mean... it's just a bedroom, i don't know what he's done in here but i know whatever it is my body is in the presence of it and i don't know how to feel about it. he walks back into the room with an ice pack and a first aid kit and kneels onto the bed behind me and lifts up my shirt, "ouch, he actually cut your back a little... what a fucking asshat" he says, i nod softly "yeah.... why did you want to help me...?" i ask, i look at the mirror in front of us and see how extremely nervous i look, especially about the fact i'm wearing a very twinky-kinda outfit, denim shorts that stop near my knees, a grey knitted sweater and black converse, i can't tell if i look like a flamboyant teen trying to discover his style or a lesbian who chopped their hair and washed it and has a curly kind of thing going on.... whatever is going on i look extremely gay.
"i kinda had hero instinct, saw a damsel in distress and thought i'd help... and you're kinda cute so i was kinda hoping you'd be 17 or older.. i guess i got lucky" he says. "oh.." i say, "....you think i'm cute?" i mumble, feeling kinda nervous. he chuckles behind me "of course, you're a gorgeous little twink with your little shorts making your ass look great!" i feel myself blushing really hard and it's probably really obvious, so i look down so you can't see it in the mirror. "thank you" i mumble, "of course baby, so tell me, what do you think my backstory is?" i think, "from what i know..... i'd say you were a rebellious teen in high school who was kind of punk rock, i probably would've saw you in the halls and thought you were kinda weird, but then i see you down the street a few years later and you've had his insane glow up and look incredibly hot and got really successful and make all my ex jocks from
school look like shit, which makes me regret not sticking up for you in school and hitting you up on myspace while i could." i kind of blurt out, i hear him laughing behind me and feel kind of nervous "you think i'm incredibly hot, baby?" i blush insanely, fuck i actually said that out loud? "i uhm...." i don't say anything, feeling kind of embarrassed, then i suddenly feel a hand graze under my chin and gently turn my face to face him, he looks in my eyes then down to my lips which makes my heart race a little, is he gonna-? before i could even overthink this he attaches his lips to mine and moves his free hand down to my waist, i freeze for a second before bringing my hands up and resting them on his chest, kind of holding it. he pulls me onto his lap, his hands now on my waist fully, i straddle it and rest one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder and he reattaches our lips, i feel his hand run up my waist to the back of my head, pulling me closer and tangling his fingers in my hair, jesus i want this. i wrap my arms around his neck and he slowly falls onto his back, pulling me close, rubbing one of my thighs while the other plays with my hair on the back of my head, this escalated quickly but i don't care, i want this. bad.
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~Emily.
