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    Pyromance 8

     

     

     

     

    “Thanks…it means a lot.”

     

     

     

     

    “You are my brother I love you.”

     

     

     

    “You really like her, its not some kinky thing for her is it? I would like for you to settle down at some point so you can teach me how.”

     

     

     

    “I don’t know….I think so…I think she likes me too…..”

     

     

     

    “I hope she does….later Shane?”

     

     

     

    “Later Killer…”

     

     

     

    I nicknamed him Killer when I was 15….we where cleaning the gutters as per our constant trouble making and this huge gross ten thousand legged water bug came out of nowhere. He smashed it with his bare hand and got rid of the body. And from then he was knighted Killer. The name stuck through his days in Junior and because of his tenacious play,  they call him Killer McCutcheon….dad was so proud.

     

     

    Called mom and dad but they where asleep so I didn’t bother them just left a message. I felt alone. I missed Carmen so much. But I kept in check. I checked the closet and sure enough black t-shirts and jeans and leather jackets. I wouldn’t have to worry about matching for a while. My door rang and it was the concierge again. With three racks from the Diesel store.  And a cloud of Jaffe right behind it.

     

     

     

    “You can leave those right there…its ok right Shane…great thanks…and yes…this is for you…now be gone…”

     

     

     

    He was out the door like a shot. The 50 bucks she gave him made my ten look pitiful. I was so annoyed to have her barge in like that. All I wanted was to sleep. I had early role call tomorrow. And I had the looming freaky aspect of having to fake something with Carmen that we where so good at…in front of like twenty people and soon millions….yeah I needed sleep and the Jaffinator was keeping me from my life…..Again.

     

     

     

    “My Shane. You look like you had a wild night….”

     

     

     

    “Get out.”

     

     

     

    “And here I came to help…..tisk, tisk….”

     

     

     

    “Get out.”

     

     

     

    “Is she here?”

    Comments

    1. The thing with Bruce is kind of bizzare. It seemed like he was okay with the whole hook up between Carmen and Shane. I can’t wait to see where you are going with this story. Just when I think I know what your going to write you totally surprise me with something different. Anyway I love your stories and this one is no exception!

    2. o poor bruce, i can’t believe it, he is reli a good guy….i hate to say dis but at some point i’m glad dat he is out of picture so that carmen and shane can be together.love ur update plz keep going

    3. That freaky Cherie is so messed up but I hope she stays in the story for a bit longer. I kind of like her being used for the angst between Shane and Carmen. Pity about Bruce but he had to get out of the picture at some point, too bad it had to be that way.

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