Playing with FirePlaying with FirePlaying with Fire by clancy688
"Was that Shirley?" Scowling, I eyed Christine who put her phone down. I had better things to do in my summer holidays than to play chauffeur for my girlfriend and her best friend, especially when the two wanted me to drive them to a guaranteed super-boring art exhibition. Even more so, when the best friend in question wasn't appearing at the agreed on meeting point on the agreed on time.
Damn, I'd have loved to sleep a bit longer! I cursed inwardly. It was eight in the morning, practically still deep in the night for my holiday-standards. Oh, the joys of being a teenager with his own car. Sometimes it's more a burden than a blessing.
"Oh, chill." Christine grinned. "Yes, that was Shirley. And you're gonna like this: We're not driving to the art show."
Fitting RelationshipFitting RelationshipFitting Relationship by clancy688
Mesmerized, Ben strode through the small aisle, his gaze sweeping over the sparkling gowns and dresses displayed left and right. His heart was beating madly, and part of his excitement was the fear of being caught, of a shopkeeper or other customer spotting him while indulging in his most secret fantasy.
It had happened several times, and each time he'd wished to evaporate on the spot, the sneer or disdain on the shopkeepers' faces when they expelled him from the store hurting like a thousand stabs with a knife. Each time, he'd swore anew never to do this again, but his cravings were too strong, and after a few weeks at the uttermost, he'd be strolling through the clothing stores' ladies sections again.
The reason for his frequent sackings was obvious - when th