"Sir, you got anything for us?"
The four were seated. Like they would do. The pattern they were acquainted with. But it was a new location. Quite the great apartment. It was Sea's and her father was around. He was elegant. He was cool. He was what you would call a father. His smile would tell his daughter that all-will-be-well. Dar envied that look. Was their something that she never envied? She had her pattern to viewing things and that was her tie. Sometimes she considered it as a weakness, sometimes as strengths. It didn't matter whatever she was seeing. All that mattered was that they were in his house.
You can't say much about a real estate agent manager. Probably that was too long a title. Like he should be real estate manager. Whatever he was. He was damn rich. And there is nothing you can't expect from such. When other fathers woul
"Know what? I didn't know what to think that day." That was Paul. Speaking firstly that day was something which was quite rare. He could attest to that himself. He didn't actually love to boss around or prove that he had a point to let loose or some ideas to puke or some perceptions to savor. He was just himself. He had also always been himself. He hated being a super bits of faker skins. He knew that it sucked sundry bags of nauseation. He knew that was never a good option for anyone. Not anyone of them. Well his hypotheses or perception could be detected. He hadn't ever been of the opinion of one of them bossing around, though he had caught Dar say that about Sea quite the number of times. One thing he appreciated in Dar was the fact that whatever she wouldn't say to your face, she had rather left it unsaid. She could say all trash to her friend, Sea revealing her jealousy and st
"Dad could we use your car." She looked at him. Not with the stern ordon't keep us waitingkinda look, but with theremember that I'm your only daughterkinda look. Her father's eyes were lit. She knew what that meant. She was acquainted with them. She had been seeing them since forever and could say in details, what the blink of his eye would say. He shouldn't of course withdraw such request. He shouldn't of course deny it. He shouldn't of course make a mountain of the moaning molehill. And damn! She knew that she was safe with that stance. She had ever been. And she would continue being. Though she had lost her mother since like forever, yet he wouldn't make her feel the vacuum. He had filled it with his attention, love and towering graces. He was the definition of a father. Of course he was. He had always been their for her and had made her feel like the bes
"What's the first plan?" Dar looked Sea over, then at the sea. To see two seas before one of course would be tantamount to a spell of time. That was some mysterious but in a cute way things. She had no objection to that. What objection could she had had? She obviously wasn't the only there and the rest would have their opinions to bleed. What even made her nurse the throbbing thoughts that they were maintaining the rusty route of thoughts she was? Probably they were held in the cubicle of their own thoughts, or drown in the abysmal waves of their imaginations. Dreg was yet on his phone. At intervals he would look towards the sea and click his phone. Heaven knew what he had in mind to do with the thirty photos he had taken. Even she had been jobless. Had she been counting the photos he had been clicking? That didn't matter. She liked him in a rather cute him. Despite all his annoying traits, th
*Truth really be told, what'd you say?* It's been over thirty minutes since they had been sitting. They could actually use standing or dashing into the wanky waves of the sassy sea, or embracing its hoisted horizon. But seated they were. Of course discussing. What they loved doing. What they were given to. What they wouldn't help doing. Probably because they were art students. Or probably because they were all literature freaks. They wouldn't get tired of talking and talking about literature-oriented subjects. They simply had made themselves pawns to such stances. And of course they didn't regret it. They wouldn't. Why in the wide world would they? But there obviously was one of them who hadn't been in with the discussion. Of course Dreg. He had been busy with his phones. The only thing he had been given to hitherto was the attention to his phone. He was having best time with the little black box. He did sew sassy smirk for his visage occasi
[And what was that supposed to mean?] He was greeted by such syllabic blow from Sea. He knew what she could say and what she usually was up to. It wasn't strange or new to him. He wasn't surprised. Why would he be? He knew Sea quite well. He had known her since forever and would keep abreast what he was expected to do. He knew what was expected of him, but he needed to be sure of his chances. He needed to know whether or not he would stand a chance with them. He simply wouldn't bend to some charade. He was usually upfront. It didn't matter whether or not he was dickhead or douchebag to them. He looked at Dar. She wasn't simply looking at him. Paul still had his sassy smirk on. He had no idea why ladies take offences on things that could be ignored. Wasn't Paul also a friend? He could had also been mad at him. He could had left there. But he chose to laugh at that moment. They could had also done just that. He knew that later, Paul woul
[Mate! You shouldn't have left there.]Was Paul already thinking like the ladies? He wanted to be sure. What did he mean by he shouldn't had left there? Hadn't he seen what they ladies did. Like the way they ganged up against him. As though they were foes and not friends. He didn't want to nurse the feeling tenderly. It would serve him no mercy. He could simply squander his thoughts for nothing. How belittling that would be of him. He couldn't be sure of what to think. He let his rage subside as he sucked the nectar tossed by patience. He looked at Paul. Again. He had been looking at him actually, but he had been looking past him. Like he had been seeing someone else. Probably because his thoughts had had the best part of him. But he knew who Paul was. And matter-of-factly, as he spoke to him, he had a dark smile etched in his visage. The smile was beginning to seem to him as a cliche. But he already knew his kinda friend was acquainted with him. He knew what he was
"Hey, Dreggy! How many cups have you filled?" She swayed. Of course everyone was acquainted with what kinda person Bella was. She wasn't some stray angel. Probably the saying ofa familiar demon is better than a strange angelmet its semantic stance on her. Her bikini was more than hot. Well, it was, but like an Ethiopian barbecue. He wanted to gobble her. Her waist was canvassed by the hooey of her butts. A part of her edible tit sang a hymn his instinct could not decode. He was going to go insane. He knew that. But he wouldn't do that at that moment. He was just savoring the odds and pleasantries tossed by the present moment. She gave herself into his arms. Damn! He wasn't expecting it. The hug was more than what it was. The hugs he had been receiving hadn't been in such form or manner. Probably he was thinking too much. Or he was feeling it so differently because he was alread
"Where'd this guys go?" His heart was in his mouth. Not because he was afraid. Why would he be? He hadn't seen a ghost or done anything hideous. But he couldn't simply fathom why they would had left him there without telling him. Even if he had been a dickhead, that wasn't enough an excuse to dump him. Matter-of-factly they came there together. He was raged. He knew he was very displeased. He didn't want to think of what to do with them. He could probably quit being friends with them. For why would they simply make a mountain of a molehill? It was nauseating! He was recently snapping outta what Bella had tossed at him. That experience was heavenly. In some parts it was so demonic, but he would love to have it again. He would love to rewind time and have her tits pressed to his chest again. The feeling had been like a picnic in Utopia. But he wouldn't had savored that because he believed that his fr