Post by IdaPida on Jan 17, 2007 1:45:09 GMT 1
ja, den her skreiv jeg for ikke så lenge sia, fordi det var en ide jeg måtte få ut av hodet.. liker begynnelsen godt selv, men ikke resten hehe, jaja.. tenkte bare flere skulle få sjansen til å lese jeg.
WAS IT ALL A DREAM!
The noise was almost unbearable; it was like it was inside his head and not on the other side of the thick concrete wall.
He tried to block it out by pressing the cushions tighter around his ears, but that only made him dizzy.
He looked around the dirty, mouldy looking room, an empty bottle of Vodka lay on the floor by the bed, and there were more of them if he bothered to turn his head to look at the rest of the apartment.
The evening before was a blur, all he remembered was a whole lot of alcohol and a karaoke bar.
His eyes fell on a pair of woman’s underwear, coloured red, moving his hand around behind his back it finally touched something, a smooth, silk-like skin, it was someone’s leg, preferably a woman he hoped.
His head was banging, but he knew he had to turn around, and he also knew that the person next to him was not who it should be.
He noticed her leg sticking out of the duvet, chocolate brown skin, looking so smooth you would just want to taste it.
Secondly his eyes fell on the dark brown hair on the pillow, he was just about to take it away from her face when she opened her eyes and stared at him.
“Hi Dan,”
she smiled and revealed a pair of hazel brown eyes, and the sweetest lips any man could imagine.
She knew his name, he looked at her stunned at first, then remembered that most people would, as he wasn’t exactly just a nobody.
And still he had no idea who this stunningly beautiful woman next to him was, let alone where he was.
“You ok Dan?”
she said as Danny jumped out of bed.
“Fuck, crap, shit,”
he was too busy running around the room trying to gather his clothes, before the headache hit him with a dizzy spell and he sank down in the nearest chair.
“Relax babe, I won’t tell anyone I slept with the famous Danny Jones,”
she crawled out of bed and picked up his jeans on her way.
“It’ll be our secret love,”
she whispered in his ear, gently licking his ear lobe.
Danny was still trying to remember the evening before, the buzz of the gig was still fresh in his head, but what had happened after they returned to the hotel was a blur, and this gorgeous looking woman sucking on his ear didn’t really set off his memory either.
He knew if I didn’t leave it would happen again, he had no will power to resist her brown eyes, her silk smooth skin, her perfect body curves.
He sighed and willing let her walk him back to the bed.
The second time he wake up, the vodka bottle was still lying on the floor by the bed and the red underwear as well, his hand moving behind him, hoping for it to touch that silk skinned tanned leg again.
Nothing.
He turned around and saw he was alone in the room.
Sitting up, looking around, the only proof that she was ever there was the red underwear next to the empty vodka bottle, and for all he knew he could’ve been given that by a fan and fallen asleep with it, this was all confusing.
He swore to himself as he got out of bed to never drink again, knowing it was empty promises.
His phone went off, the display said Susan, he stared at it, running his hand through his curls before answering, remembering today was the day of the tour she was joining them to travel around with him and his band mates for the last dates, before they set off for a long wanted holiday.
Susan was the one, who should be on his mind, but he couldn’t help but thinking about the brown haired, hazel eyed woman, he did not even know her name.
He met up with the lads downstairs, as they were all expecting their girls to come around today.
None of them made any comments about Danny walking off with a girl, so finally a few minutes before Susan arrived he shook the whole of the night’s events off as a wonderful dream, and everything was perfect, he had not done anything wrong.
He loved Susan and he would never be that stupid to do something to hurt her.
She was perfect, blue eyes that you would drown in, silk-like skin, and her long blonde hair framing her face, yes was to him perfect.
He watched her walk through the hotel lobby, a huge grin spread across his face, he was the luckiest man to walk on this earth. Her chin fit perfect in his palm, his thumb stroking across her lips gently, the other hand with a perfect fit in her hand.
It was moments like this that meant everything to him.
And it was perfect till his eyes fell on a pair of woman’s legs at a few metres behind Susan, his eyes trailing upwards, the chocolate brown skin looked like silk, curves that would make any man drool in admiration, brown hair gently covered her shoulders but revealed a red coloured bra strap.
He squeezed Susan’s hand a bit tighter as the lady he had been looking at winked at him with her hazel brown eyes, and walked out of his life forever.
The noise was almost unbearable; it was like it was inside his head and not on the other side of the thick concrete wall.
He tried to block it out by pressing the cushions tighter around his ears, but that only made him dizzy.
He looked around the dirty, mouldy looking room, an empty bottle of Vodka lay on the floor by the bed, and there were more of them if he bothered to turn his head to look at the rest of the apartment.
The evening before was a blur, all he remembered was a whole lot of alcohol and a karaoke bar.
His eyes fell on a pair of woman’s underwear, coloured red, moving his hand around behind his back it finally touched something, a smooth, silk-like skin, it was someone’s leg, preferably a woman he hoped.
His head was banging, but he knew he had to turn around, and he also knew that the person next to him was not who it should be.
He noticed her leg sticking out of the duvet, chocolate brown skin, looking so smooth you would just want to taste it.
Secondly his eyes fell on the dark brown hair on the pillow, he was just about to take it away from her face when she opened her eyes and stared at him.
“Hi Dan,”
she smiled and revealed a pair of hazel brown eyes, and the sweetest lips any man could imagine.
She knew his name, he looked at her stunned at first, then remembered that most people would, as he wasn’t exactly just a nobody.
And still he had no idea who this stunningly beautiful woman next to him was, let alone where he was.
“You ok Dan?”
she said as Danny jumped out of bed.
“Fuck, crap, shit,”
he was too busy running around the room trying to gather his clothes, before the headache hit him with a dizzy spell and he sank down in the nearest chair.
“Relax babe, I won’t tell anyone I slept with the famous Danny Jones,”
she crawled out of bed and picked up his jeans on her way.
“It’ll be our secret love,”
she whispered in his ear, gently licking his ear lobe.
Danny was still trying to remember the evening before, the buzz of the gig was still fresh in his head, but what had happened after they returned to the hotel was a blur, and this gorgeous looking woman sucking on his ear didn’t really set off his memory either.
He knew if I didn’t leave it would happen again, he had no will power to resist her brown eyes, her silk smooth skin, her perfect body curves.
He sighed and willing let her walk him back to the bed.
The second time he wake up, the vodka bottle was still lying on the floor by the bed and the red underwear as well, his hand moving behind him, hoping for it to touch that silk skinned tanned leg again.
Nothing.
He turned around and saw he was alone in the room.
Sitting up, looking around, the only proof that she was ever there was the red underwear next to the empty vodka bottle, and for all he knew he could’ve been given that by a fan and fallen asleep with it, this was all confusing.
He swore to himself as he got out of bed to never drink again, knowing it was empty promises.
His phone went off, the display said Susan, he stared at it, running his hand through his curls before answering, remembering today was the day of the tour she was joining them to travel around with him and his band mates for the last dates, before they set off for a long wanted holiday.
Susan was the one, who should be on his mind, but he couldn’t help but thinking about the brown haired, hazel eyed woman, he did not even know her name.
He met up with the lads downstairs, as they were all expecting their girls to come around today.
None of them made any comments about Danny walking off with a girl, so finally a few minutes before Susan arrived he shook the whole of the night’s events off as a wonderful dream, and everything was perfect, he had not done anything wrong.
He loved Susan and he would never be that stupid to do something to hurt her.
She was perfect, blue eyes that you would drown in, silk-like skin, and her long blonde hair framing her face, yes was to him perfect.
He watched her walk through the hotel lobby, a huge grin spread across his face, he was the luckiest man to walk on this earth. Her chin fit perfect in his palm, his thumb stroking across her lips gently, the other hand with a perfect fit in her hand.
It was moments like this that meant everything to him.
And it was perfect till his eyes fell on a pair of woman’s legs at a few metres behind Susan, his eyes trailing upwards, the chocolate brown skin looked like silk, curves that would make any man drool in admiration, brown hair gently covered her shoulders but revealed a red coloured bra strap.
He squeezed Susan’s hand a bit tighter as the lady he had been looking at winked at him with her hazel brown eyes, and walked out of his life forever.