The summer of stolen hearts GirlxGirl

The summer of stolen hearts GirlxGirl One.

One: "I'm tired of everything and it's getting to the point where I'm just like fuck you and your dead grandparents."

"And why do you feel this way Marcie? What do you think triggers these feelings?"

"Ms.Barb I think you should know by now that people cause these goddamn feelings. It's them and their voices, and their thoughts and the things they do. What the fuck goes through their minds when they say and do stupid shit?!"

"Let's try not to curse so much Marcie please?"

I just stared at her knowing I couldn't say anything to convince her to shut up and get over my 'cursing'. The timer went off signaling that this session was over. I quickly left hearing Barb telling me to write in my journal. I quickly yelled back for her to fuck the journal and call it daddy.

I set up another appointment with her assistant, Angie. She was a very cute girl always having her hair in a tight pony tail and her thick black glasses today she had on a low cut red blouse and my eyes stared there a little while longer creating a deep blush on her cheeks. I laughed cockily and walked away after making an appointment and grabbing her number.

"Freedom!" I yelled as I ran to my car. My freedom didn't last long due to the traffic that I quickly lodged myself into

The whole way back to my apartment was spent yelling at dumb people who couldn't drive right. Opening the door and flipping the guard in the front lobby off as he tried to ask me out for the millionth time. I got on the elevator and pressed floor 6. But before the door closed some random oldish lady ran on with me with a big gift bag.

The door closed and hell opened up to me. I wasn't kidding when I said I hated people, I really do.

"Floor six?" the ladies loud and kind of annoying voice chirped. "My daughter just moved in and she's on floor six!"

"Nice" I said sounding completely bored; which I was.

"She's having a house warming party...you should come." The short elevator ride consisted of that, her dumb babbling. I walked over to my door, 6B and tried to open the door but the lady whose name I learned was Cynthia dragged me to the door across from mines...6A.

"What are you doing? Why are you touching me?"

She ignored me and knocked, a handsome guy with light blue eyes dark brown hair answered the door. "Mom hey" music could lowly be heard from inside.

"Malcolm." She greeted while smiling and kissing both sets of cheeks, I was defiantly checking Malcolm out his body I could tell was nice under that tight fitted black shirt on. "What's your name sweet heart I forgot to ask" she said pulling me inside and sitting me down on a comfy deep blue couch.

"Marcie but call me Mar. I said, I hated my name it was so girly...what bad ass do you know with the name Marcie???

"Marcie this is my son Malcolm, Malcolm this is Ronnie's next door neighbor." She got up to leave but I heard her tell Malcolm to get my number and this is his one chance.

"Well Marcie. How do you know my mom...or do you know my sister?" He asked his voice smooth and deep.

"I know neither. Your mom chatted me up on the elevator and dragged me here."I said not even bothering to look at him.

"Wow really?"

"Really." I said dryly.

"I knew my mom was demanding but to pull some innocent girl away from her home is just wow" I looked him in the eyes and lowered my voice as I smiled sexily.

"Who said I'm innocent?" yes I was flirting. He was hot and I haven't been with anyone in a while.

He stuttered but didn't get to completely answer me as another knock sounded throughout the room. "I got it." I didn't mean to harm the boy, damn.

More and more people came into the house and this turned into some tiny little mixer, they greeted me and tried to talk and I tried to stay as nice as I could but that was majorly hard when there was no alcohol involved. Cynthia called a toast congratulating her daughter for getting her own place, Ronnie, and cracked open a bottle of champagne. She poured them into glasses and someone passed them out, I was so consumed in my own thoughts on how to get out I hadn't noticed the person behind me until she spoke.

"Here goes your glass" I could tell she was shy but her voice was rough, smooth sexy and it just touched me in all the right places. I tried to calm my heart beat but it didn't work I turned around and took the glass slowly taking her in from her toes to her head.

Her feet were encased in all black heels, my eyes traveled higher and I saw a nice fully curved body staring back at me. Her curves were in all the right places her hips looked so grip able and so ready for me, she was wearing a cute tight dark blue dress which matched the couch so very well and showed off her body even better. Her cleavage slightly showing at the top showing her beautiful light caramel skin. I took the glass from her staring at her pink plump lips and slowly making my way to her familiar light blue eyes and dark brown hair.

"And you are....?"

"Ronnie, I just moved here...you?"

"Marcie your new neighbor."

And just like that i started falling for my next door neighbor.

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