2025-07-11, 07:04 PM
Scholastika is back!
I have just chased two love-crazed sweethearts out of my apartment and am trying to
to get the sweet pouting faces out of my head. However, the
instantly with a gorgeously beautiful, bewitching angel face and even Bennies
Fresse is haunting my brain.
Oh man, I desperately need sex. Not that I have trouble picking up guys, but ever since the shining light left me, I've been very picky.
And even if, to put it very unromantically, I want to fuck...I like to cuddle afterwards and that's not possible with someone you've only known for three seconds.
Shit, I want someone to love!! Someone to spend Sunday in bed with, eating sweets and cuddling.
Someone for whom you don't have to constantly wear saucy lingerie. Someone who still finds you attractive even in the baggy underwear you got from Grandma for Christmas.
Someone with wings. I want my angel!!
Before I can truly sink into depression, however, the phone on my desk rings. I hobble to my feet. I hobble because I have pastel-colored cotton balls stuck between my toes. I was wallowing in self-pity while painting my nails glittery baby blue.
“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver.
»Schola...I...I don't know...oh shit...«
Hmm, that voice sounds familiar. Could be Flo, whom I heard a few weeks ago
I met Disse.
"I have...shit, it won't stop bleeding."
My heart stops. "What the hell...vulture have you done?" I scream.
He cries. "My wrist...I just...shit, I slipped."
Great! Flo likes to slash his arms in hardcore situations. I hate that.
"I'll be right there," I call, slam down the receiver, flick the cotton wool off my feet, throw on my tails and dress, and race off.
When Flo opens the door, I spontaneously want to vomit. His white T-shirt is covered in blood,
ugly cuts on his arms...some crusted over, but a few glistening fresh.
His face is streaming with tears, his gaze a mixture of fear and madness.
God, he knows how drama works. He presses a bloody handkerchief to his forearm...luckily not his wrist!
I bravely swallow my urge to vomit. "Show me." Oh dear, that cut is really deep. Deeper than Flo usually cuts.
It (the cut, not Flo!) gapes open like an obscenely grinning mouth. I read that in a book once and think it fits perfectly here. "That needs stitches. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Flo shakes her head wildly. "They'll put me in the nuthouse."
"You should have thought of that before, you idiot. Why do you do shit like that?"
"I didn't mean to, it was just all so..."
"Spare me the shit," I interrupt him harshly and slap gauze over his arms.
Some time later, I'm sitting in the hospital corridor, completely exhausted. Flo's injury
is stitched. The doctor isn't particularly empathetic. He's probably sick of slashed limbs and people trying to kick their own life with pills.
I can understand that. Still. My blood boils and my guts ache. Through the crack in the door, I see Flo, cowering on the bed, terrified and howling. He looks like a shy little animal, and I want to immediately take him in my arms and never let go. To protect him from the evil in this world. Especially from this Dr. Horror, who's violently messing with him.
»Hey you,« I bleat, »why don't you take a knitting needle and hit the poor
Boys under your wing? Where have you been practicing so far? In hell?"
Dr. Horror looks at me angrily, whispers something to the nurse, who shortly afterwards opens the door
closes. What an asshole!
When the door opens again, Flo has calmed down somewhat and both arms are professionally bandaged.
"The young man said that you would take care of him. Normally, I would
Put them in a psychiatric hospital overnight. Attempted suicide is, after all, a serious matter."
“I didn’t want to die,” Flo explains dully.
"Thanks, Dr. Horror. I can stuff him full of psychotropic drugs, he doesn't need a bed in a nuthouse."
"If I find him here again in this condition, I'll have him admitted against his will," hisses Dr. Tod. "Go to your family doctor so he can take care of the stitches. They have to be removed in a week," he says, turning to Flo, and hurries off.
At home, I put Flo on the couch, spread a blanket over him and serve him
hot chocolate.
»Schola,« he begins tearfully and looks at me with a heartbreaking dachshund look, »it
I'm sorry for causing so much stress." His large, brown, doe-like eyes glisten moistly.
"Okay, sweetheart. What was going on?"
He shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. I already know why he's in such a bad mood. He has the
Typical teenage 'I'm worthless, I look ugly, and no one understands me' syndrome. Add to that totally crazy parents, an eating disorder I've diagnosed, AND he's unhappily in love. I'd better not tell him that at almost nineteen, he should have outgrown this teenage crap, or he'll stick the razor blade in his flesh again. So, he loves a girl who just doesn't want anything to do with him. Uh...that's the official version.
But since I'm Santa Scholastica, I'm obviously aware that this isn't about a girl, but a boy. Yeah, I've caught another gay heart, you know?!
Okay, Flo also knows he's into boys, but for some absurd reason doesn't want to admit it. You don't have to be a saint to know he likes boys. His tiny apartment (consisting of one room, kitchen, and bathroom) is littered with pictures of his favorite band, "Pleasure & Pain," and they have a really cute singer who likes to pose half-naked... fishnet top, panties, and high-heeled Docs. It makes me lick my lips and swoon. I could swoon over Flo, too; he's super cute, too. And very needy, too. I wonder if HE made him stumble into my arms?!
Anyway, I think Flo actually has little reason to be depressed. He's handsome, freaky, nice, and funny. Unfortunately, though, he thinks he's a complete asshole. He's just fallen out with the world a lot. And he desperately needs a good fuck. Great, great, I've just given myself a new assignment.
"Hey, drama queen. Are all the sharp objects still in the same place, or do I have to check?" I ask, juggling the shopping bags. Flo could take some of it off my hands, by the way. After all, he didn't chop off his fingers. "Do you want to eat now or later?"
He lazily lifts his head from the pillow. "Never."
Annoyed, I slam the groceries into the designated cupboards. »Darling, you
You'll eat it today, even if I stuff it down your throat myself. Is pizza okay?" I yell from the kitchen, listening for an answer that doesn't come. So I put the pizza in the oven and sit down next to him.
"And once you've eaten everything, I'll tell you something really great."
»Was'n?»
"Yeah, you know...we're going to Pleasure & Pain next week."
Flo opens his doe eyes wide. "What?"
»You were probably so busy with self-mutilation that you totally missed the fact that the
play here, hmm?
"Well, no, I just didn't think so...I didn't want to ask you because..."
"It's okay, sweetheart...oh, well, the pizza is ready. I hope you're hungry."
Flo grumbles a little, but then devours the pizza quite greedily.
I wonder who taught him to think so messed up about himself?!
I mean, he's so thin and petite that I could get complexes next to him
and he thinks he is too fat. His enormous obesity is also the reason why he
doesn't have a boyfriend. That means officially he wants a girlfriend, but I don't have the nerve for such nonsense. Direct is always best, I've known since
Martin and Daniel.
"Flo...I think you finally deserve a proper fuck."
He accidentally splashes some green tea on my knee. "Excuse me?" he coughs.
I patiently wipe drops of tea spit from my leg. "And there are probably tons of cute guys at the Pleasures who'd love to do that."
Flo turns pale, then very red in the cheek area. "But I..."
"Okay, sweetheart. Let's just cut this short, it's getting too tiring for me, you know?!"
You don't like tits, you like cocks." Well, a little bit nicer could have
I might be able to formulate it after all.
Oh, hell... oh dear, it's thundering angrily. Right above my skull. Hell is just as bad for HIM as the devil. So, what the hell. Uh, what was I about to say? Oh yes, to hell with nice phrases. Flo should finally understand that he has nothing to be ashamed of his sexual orientation.
"I...I didn't think it would be so obvious," he murmurs, head bowed.
»Excuse me, but have you looked around your apartment?« I smile. »Kasi in
Miniskirt, Kasi topless, Kasi in underwear and a fishnet shirt, Kasi pouting, Kasi grinning...uh, should I continue?
He shakes his head dejectedly.
"Hey, the world isn't going to end because of this."
"If my father finds out...he'll rip my heart out and eat it for breakfast."
"Only gypsies do that, and even that's a stupid prejudice."
"My mother will never look at me again."
»Listen, it's not about confessing to the whole world that you're gay. It's
It's about finding a guy who'll give you a good time, you know?!
Flo stares at me fearfully.
"Don't worry, Tiger. Nobody is forcing you to do anything. We'll just go there and
have fun.»
Wow! I'm definitely too old for small, crappy, overcrowded clubs. The average age
is actually sixteen. The club is actually quite nice, only the screaming of the
Seeing stort.
Pleasure & Pain is a local punk crypt band, and they have just as crazy a group of girls around them as the Backstreet Boys or Take That...when they still existed. Except the girls all look like little gothic lolitas. I must feel like a gothic grandma. In any case, I wouldn't let my underage children go half-naked into any dive bar. Flo next to me looks stunning. Vinyl pants, Doc's, a tight shirt, and a silver chain belt.
His bare arms (his wrists are still bandaged, which looks incredibly dramatic and sexy) shimmer with a creamy vanilla scent and I'm really tempted to lick them with the tip of my tongue...but unfortunately, he doesn't care about me.
When Pleasure finally enters the stage, the girls are really getting on my nerves. Especially the two dancing around in front of me. One of the girls has thick, black hair down to her toes, which is completely hateful for that reason alone. On top of that, she keeps throwing her mane in my face. Is she trying to provoke me?! Annoyed, I shove her and kick her heels a little. When she turns around angrily and sees my dark look, she quickly pisses off to the other side.
Kasi, the handsome singer everyone drools over, is wearing a miniskirt, fishnet stockings
and high Doc's. His black tufts are manga-like on his handsome skull
arranged. A cigarette hangs casually in the corner of his mouth as he straps on his bass.
Flo tries to look relatively neutral, but he's not fooling me. He thinks the guy is just as hot as everyone else here. Apparently, I'm the only one who notices what a little show-off Mr. Superstar is.
I mean, that exaggeratedly arrogant staring, and every little gesture makes the girls scream in agony. He just knows exactly which buttons to push. The guys are all trying to imitate him because, of course, they want to get the girls. But they're just fooling themselves, because the girls don't care about cheap copies and would rather be fucked by the real Kasi.
Well, some guys probably want that too. Flo certainly does. And as I already mentioned...he desperately needs it!
Because of the rabid crowd, we are soon pushed to the left side of the stage and finally have some peace and quiet.
Flo doesn't seem to care about anything, as long as he can see a little bit of Kasi. By the way, he's just strolling up to the girl next to us and kissing her on the cheek. The girl has a leg cast and is using crutches. Personally, I think Flo looks much more kissable with his bandages.
Kasi is an idiot. My heart is looking dejected. Things aren't going the way I want them to. I want to get drunk right now and start
Let’s start with that right away.
After almost two hours, the Pleasures disappear into the backstage area and come
not back. I hastily drag Flo behind me.
"What?" he yells.
“Just come with me,” I yell back.
Unfortunately, a nasty, hairless thug is standing at the door. "Hey...this is just for the band."
"I'm a friend of Kasi's," I whisper, even though it's a total lie. And anyway... why are local pissheads acting like the damn Beatles?
"So are the other hundred girls. Sorry, but the boys want some peace and quiet today."
Do I feel like arguing with Baldy now? His stupid wink can
He's probably having a fit of nonsense. "Listen, Kojak, I'm not some groupie who lets the whole crew fuck me...and don't look at my sweetie so greedily, he certainly won't give you a blowjob to get in there."
“He’ll kill us,” Flo whispers urgently in my ear.
Suddenly the door opens and Jan, the drummer, peeks out. I wave vigorously
and when he sees me, he grins broadly. I actually know Jan. That means I have
I once spent a pretty wild evening of kissing with him. Sometimes there are wonderful coincidences, don't you think?!
"Schola, what are you doing here?"
"We're just trying to get past this brainwave," I explain, pointing
on bald head.
"It's okay," smiles Jan, and we stroll into the musty room.
Flo...
Oh dear, I didn't know Schola knew anyone from the band personally. Anyway, we're backstage now, and I'm feeling a little uneasy. My companion
is immediately surrounded by the boys, while I stand here and don't know what to do.
I feel totally lost, sweating a little. My gaze wanders around and spots another half-open door. I slowly head toward it and...oh my God! There's Kasi sitting on the couch. Well, actually, he's more of a lying person. Wow, he's so beautiful. My heart is pounding. Should I talk to him? No, he looks like he's about to fall asleep. I'd better not disturb him.
But I can still pine for him a little. I'm sure I won't get another chance like this. Man, he's even cuter in real life. The way he's hanging there with his eyes closed...incredible.
Just as I'm about to leave, I hear a murmur and turn around. Kasi looks at me sadly.
"Hey, you...indie boy...come here."
What? Is he really talking about me?? Hesitantly, I take a few uncertain steps. "Uh...I didn't mean to disturb you...I..."
“Come here,” he says again.
Like a hypnotized rabbit, I follow his voice when he suddenly grabs my arm
and pulls me down. I am so frightened that I lose my balance and fall
land in his lap. How embarrassing!! I want to die right now.
"Got you," he whispers and, completely unprompted, sticks his tongue in my mouth.
My brain just said goodbye. Oh, he's so warm and his lips are sweet as sugar. Man, he's a good kisser.
But when his hand starts fiddling with my bare stomach, I panic and push him away.
"Uh...?"
"I noticed you out there," he explains.
"Oh yeah? And why did you kiss that crutch chick then?" Shit, I'm
accidentally slipped out.
"I'd rather kiss you," he smiles, "but that would have completely ruined my reputation as a ladykiller."
"So you don't usually kiss girls?" I ask.
"I kiss everything I find beautiful and you...you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time."
Ohhhhhhh!!!! Can someone please pinch me? I mean, I'm sitting here with Kasi, who
tells me I'm beautiful. Uh...he's kissing me again...mhhh. I'm almost losing my
senses. His fingers fumble clumsily (I think he is a little drunk) with my
Zipper.
"Wait a minute," I gasp, "uh...you don't even know my name."
"If you think it's necessary, feel free to tell me."
»Flo.»
"Oh, okay, Flo...I want to fuck you."
“Here?” I exclaim in horror.
He shrugs. "Sure, just close the door."
"No, I mean...I...I don't want it that way."
»Then why the hell are you here?« he asks aggressively, pushes me away and takes a
generous swig from his beer bottle.
"I...I wanted to, so...I like you." And I want to kill myself for that stupid sentence.
"I love you too. So..."
"Can't we talk first?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh please...let's skip all this shit and just fuck a little, okay?"
I'm definitely shaking my head.
"Too bad," he sighs. "Well, whatever."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Kasi has lit a cigarette and
finishes his beer. I can't think of anything I could say to him and actually it's
I don't care. I get to sit next to this beauty. God, I'm nervous.
"What's that all about? Is it fake or were you really fed up?" he suddenly asks
and points to my bandaged wrists.
"I...I didn't intend to kill myself," I explain, my cheeks flushed.
"But?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He shrugs. "You were just about to talk."
"Yes...but not about that."
"Okay, you don't want to talk and you don't want to fuck...why are you here?"
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” I babble.
“Of course,” he smiles.
"I mean it."
"Oh come on, Flo. You don't even know me."
"Then give me the chance to get to know you."
"There are fifty people out there waiting to sleep with me. Why should I waste my time with you, huh?" he asks, stroking my cheek.
"I...I'm not just interested in your sweet ass. I want to be your friend."
"You're really cute, little one. But unfortunately, I'm not into this relationship crap at the moment.
I don't feel like it at all. I just want to have fun, nothing else."
Of course. What did I think? That someone like Kasi would fall in love with me? We
Live happily ever after together? I might be an idiot.
"Then...then maybe I should go?" I ask cautiously.
"Yes, perhaps."
Great. So that's it. I'd love to cry, but not in front of him. I still have a little bit of pride left.
"So then..."
"Take care," he replies coolly.
He'll probably get some slut to fuck right away. One who'll be in front of her
Bragging to my friends about it. I hate the whole world. Why did Schola have to drag me here?! Why do I have to be such a loser?
»Hey, Indiejunge...»
»And?»
"You think my butt is really cute?" he grins, while I turn bright red.
»Ahem...well...yes.«
“Have a safe journey home,” he calls.
Scholastika:
Shit, I've lost sight of my heart. Flo was just here. Everything
It's only Jan's fault; he just got me into a kissing match. It was fun.
But...how can I always think only of myself? I struggle to wriggle out from under him.
and search the room...no, Flo has vanished. Maybe he's next door? Let's see. Oh wow...Mister Pleasure himself is hanging around on an old
tasteless couch, but currently looks more like amp;Pain.
»Hey, have you seen Flo?«
Kasi presents me with a veiled rock star look. "Who?"
Man, he's up to his neck. "The boy I'm here with. Petite, dark
Hair...uh, with bandaged wrists."
He seems to think for a moment. "Yes, it's just gone."
"Fuck. Where to?"
"I don't know. Am I his nanny?"
Nope, a drunken asshole.
He looks me over unashamedly. "Nice outfit. How does it look? Want to fuck?"
Excuse me? If I didn't feel so sorry for that asshole, I'd laugh heartily.
"Sure. But not with you."
Kasi shakes her head.
"Oh man, what's wrong today? Do I have bad breath or something?"
First this uptight idiot and now a bitch."
I have a terrible feeling.
"Tell me, did you also ask Flo about sex so charmingly?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Indeed," I answer, and in my mind I am already about to punch him in the arrogant
To kick in the face.
"Are you his girlfriend or something?" he mumbles.
I don’t feel like messing around with this drunken piece of shit, so I’m
rather look for my little heart.
»Hey, what kind of way is that to just run away, hmm?« I ask reproachfully, as I see Flo
at a bus stop.
"Sorry but...my evening wasn't that fun."
"I heard...you talked to Mr. Pleasure, right?"
"I'm afraid I've made a complete fool of myself," he explains sadly.
"Want to sleep over at my place?" Not that he'd hurt himself again.
He nods.
I have just chased two love-crazed sweethearts out of my apartment and am trying to
to get the sweet pouting faces out of my head. However, the
instantly with a gorgeously beautiful, bewitching angel face and even Bennies
Fresse is haunting my brain.
Oh man, I desperately need sex. Not that I have trouble picking up guys, but ever since the shining light left me, I've been very picky.
And even if, to put it very unromantically, I want to fuck...I like to cuddle afterwards and that's not possible with someone you've only known for three seconds.
Shit, I want someone to love!! Someone to spend Sunday in bed with, eating sweets and cuddling.
Someone for whom you don't have to constantly wear saucy lingerie. Someone who still finds you attractive even in the baggy underwear you got from Grandma for Christmas.
Someone with wings. I want my angel!!
Before I can truly sink into depression, however, the phone on my desk rings. I hobble to my feet. I hobble because I have pastel-colored cotton balls stuck between my toes. I was wallowing in self-pity while painting my nails glittery baby blue.
“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver.
»Schola...I...I don't know...oh shit...«
Hmm, that voice sounds familiar. Could be Flo, whom I heard a few weeks ago
I met Disse.
"I have...shit, it won't stop bleeding."
My heart stops. "What the hell...vulture have you done?" I scream.
He cries. "My wrist...I just...shit, I slipped."
Great! Flo likes to slash his arms in hardcore situations. I hate that.
"I'll be right there," I call, slam down the receiver, flick the cotton wool off my feet, throw on my tails and dress, and race off.
When Flo opens the door, I spontaneously want to vomit. His white T-shirt is covered in blood,
ugly cuts on his arms...some crusted over, but a few glistening fresh.
His face is streaming with tears, his gaze a mixture of fear and madness.
God, he knows how drama works. He presses a bloody handkerchief to his forearm...luckily not his wrist!
I bravely swallow my urge to vomit. "Show me." Oh dear, that cut is really deep. Deeper than Flo usually cuts.
It (the cut, not Flo!) gapes open like an obscenely grinning mouth. I read that in a book once and think it fits perfectly here. "That needs stitches. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Flo shakes her head wildly. "They'll put me in the nuthouse."
"You should have thought of that before, you idiot. Why do you do shit like that?"
"I didn't mean to, it was just all so..."
"Spare me the shit," I interrupt him harshly and slap gauze over his arms.
Some time later, I'm sitting in the hospital corridor, completely exhausted. Flo's injury
is stitched. The doctor isn't particularly empathetic. He's probably sick of slashed limbs and people trying to kick their own life with pills.
I can understand that. Still. My blood boils and my guts ache. Through the crack in the door, I see Flo, cowering on the bed, terrified and howling. He looks like a shy little animal, and I want to immediately take him in my arms and never let go. To protect him from the evil in this world. Especially from this Dr. Horror, who's violently messing with him.
»Hey you,« I bleat, »why don't you take a knitting needle and hit the poor
Boys under your wing? Where have you been practicing so far? In hell?"
Dr. Horror looks at me angrily, whispers something to the nurse, who shortly afterwards opens the door
closes. What an asshole!
When the door opens again, Flo has calmed down somewhat and both arms are professionally bandaged.
"The young man said that you would take care of him. Normally, I would
Put them in a psychiatric hospital overnight. Attempted suicide is, after all, a serious matter."
“I didn’t want to die,” Flo explains dully.
"Thanks, Dr. Horror. I can stuff him full of psychotropic drugs, he doesn't need a bed in a nuthouse."
"If I find him here again in this condition, I'll have him admitted against his will," hisses Dr. Tod. "Go to your family doctor so he can take care of the stitches. They have to be removed in a week," he says, turning to Flo, and hurries off.
At home, I put Flo on the couch, spread a blanket over him and serve him
hot chocolate.
»Schola,« he begins tearfully and looks at me with a heartbreaking dachshund look, »it
I'm sorry for causing so much stress." His large, brown, doe-like eyes glisten moistly.
"Okay, sweetheart. What was going on?"
He shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. I already know why he's in such a bad mood. He has the
Typical teenage 'I'm worthless, I look ugly, and no one understands me' syndrome. Add to that totally crazy parents, an eating disorder I've diagnosed, AND he's unhappily in love. I'd better not tell him that at almost nineteen, he should have outgrown this teenage crap, or he'll stick the razor blade in his flesh again. So, he loves a girl who just doesn't want anything to do with him. Uh...that's the official version.
But since I'm Santa Scholastica, I'm obviously aware that this isn't about a girl, but a boy. Yeah, I've caught another gay heart, you know?!
Okay, Flo also knows he's into boys, but for some absurd reason doesn't want to admit it. You don't have to be a saint to know he likes boys. His tiny apartment (consisting of one room, kitchen, and bathroom) is littered with pictures of his favorite band, "Pleasure & Pain," and they have a really cute singer who likes to pose half-naked... fishnet top, panties, and high-heeled Docs. It makes me lick my lips and swoon. I could swoon over Flo, too; he's super cute, too. And very needy, too. I wonder if HE made him stumble into my arms?!
Anyway, I think Flo actually has little reason to be depressed. He's handsome, freaky, nice, and funny. Unfortunately, though, he thinks he's a complete asshole. He's just fallen out with the world a lot. And he desperately needs a good fuck. Great, great, I've just given myself a new assignment.
"Hey, drama queen. Are all the sharp objects still in the same place, or do I have to check?" I ask, juggling the shopping bags. Flo could take some of it off my hands, by the way. After all, he didn't chop off his fingers. "Do you want to eat now or later?"
He lazily lifts his head from the pillow. "Never."
Annoyed, I slam the groceries into the designated cupboards. »Darling, you
You'll eat it today, even if I stuff it down your throat myself. Is pizza okay?" I yell from the kitchen, listening for an answer that doesn't come. So I put the pizza in the oven and sit down next to him.
"And once you've eaten everything, I'll tell you something really great."
»Was'n?»
"Yeah, you know...we're going to Pleasure & Pain next week."
Flo opens his doe eyes wide. "What?"
»You were probably so busy with self-mutilation that you totally missed the fact that the
play here, hmm?
"Well, no, I just didn't think so...I didn't want to ask you because..."
"It's okay, sweetheart...oh, well, the pizza is ready. I hope you're hungry."
Flo grumbles a little, but then devours the pizza quite greedily.
I wonder who taught him to think so messed up about himself?!
I mean, he's so thin and petite that I could get complexes next to him
and he thinks he is too fat. His enormous obesity is also the reason why he
doesn't have a boyfriend. That means officially he wants a girlfriend, but I don't have the nerve for such nonsense. Direct is always best, I've known since
Martin and Daniel.
"Flo...I think you finally deserve a proper fuck."
He accidentally splashes some green tea on my knee. "Excuse me?" he coughs.
I patiently wipe drops of tea spit from my leg. "And there are probably tons of cute guys at the Pleasures who'd love to do that."
Flo turns pale, then very red in the cheek area. "But I..."
"Okay, sweetheart. Let's just cut this short, it's getting too tiring for me, you know?!"
You don't like tits, you like cocks." Well, a little bit nicer could have
I might be able to formulate it after all.
Oh, hell... oh dear, it's thundering angrily. Right above my skull. Hell is just as bad for HIM as the devil. So, what the hell. Uh, what was I about to say? Oh yes, to hell with nice phrases. Flo should finally understand that he has nothing to be ashamed of his sexual orientation.
"I...I didn't think it would be so obvious," he murmurs, head bowed.
»Excuse me, but have you looked around your apartment?« I smile. »Kasi in
Miniskirt, Kasi topless, Kasi in underwear and a fishnet shirt, Kasi pouting, Kasi grinning...uh, should I continue?
He shakes his head dejectedly.
"Hey, the world isn't going to end because of this."
"If my father finds out...he'll rip my heart out and eat it for breakfast."
"Only gypsies do that, and even that's a stupid prejudice."
"My mother will never look at me again."
»Listen, it's not about confessing to the whole world that you're gay. It's
It's about finding a guy who'll give you a good time, you know?!
Flo stares at me fearfully.
"Don't worry, Tiger. Nobody is forcing you to do anything. We'll just go there and
have fun.»
Wow! I'm definitely too old for small, crappy, overcrowded clubs. The average age
is actually sixteen. The club is actually quite nice, only the screaming of the
Seeing stort.
Pleasure & Pain is a local punk crypt band, and they have just as crazy a group of girls around them as the Backstreet Boys or Take That...when they still existed. Except the girls all look like little gothic lolitas. I must feel like a gothic grandma. In any case, I wouldn't let my underage children go half-naked into any dive bar. Flo next to me looks stunning. Vinyl pants, Doc's, a tight shirt, and a silver chain belt.
His bare arms (his wrists are still bandaged, which looks incredibly dramatic and sexy) shimmer with a creamy vanilla scent and I'm really tempted to lick them with the tip of my tongue...but unfortunately, he doesn't care about me.
When Pleasure finally enters the stage, the girls are really getting on my nerves. Especially the two dancing around in front of me. One of the girls has thick, black hair down to her toes, which is completely hateful for that reason alone. On top of that, she keeps throwing her mane in my face. Is she trying to provoke me?! Annoyed, I shove her and kick her heels a little. When she turns around angrily and sees my dark look, she quickly pisses off to the other side.
Kasi, the handsome singer everyone drools over, is wearing a miniskirt, fishnet stockings
and high Doc's. His black tufts are manga-like on his handsome skull
arranged. A cigarette hangs casually in the corner of his mouth as he straps on his bass.
Flo tries to look relatively neutral, but he's not fooling me. He thinks the guy is just as hot as everyone else here. Apparently, I'm the only one who notices what a little show-off Mr. Superstar is.
I mean, that exaggeratedly arrogant staring, and every little gesture makes the girls scream in agony. He just knows exactly which buttons to push. The guys are all trying to imitate him because, of course, they want to get the girls. But they're just fooling themselves, because the girls don't care about cheap copies and would rather be fucked by the real Kasi.
Well, some guys probably want that too. Flo certainly does. And as I already mentioned...he desperately needs it!
Because of the rabid crowd, we are soon pushed to the left side of the stage and finally have some peace and quiet.
Flo doesn't seem to care about anything, as long as he can see a little bit of Kasi. By the way, he's just strolling up to the girl next to us and kissing her on the cheek. The girl has a leg cast and is using crutches. Personally, I think Flo looks much more kissable with his bandages.
Kasi is an idiot. My heart is looking dejected. Things aren't going the way I want them to. I want to get drunk right now and start
Let’s start with that right away.
After almost two hours, the Pleasures disappear into the backstage area and come
not back. I hastily drag Flo behind me.
"What?" he yells.
“Just come with me,” I yell back.
Unfortunately, a nasty, hairless thug is standing at the door. "Hey...this is just for the band."
"I'm a friend of Kasi's," I whisper, even though it's a total lie. And anyway... why are local pissheads acting like the damn Beatles?
"So are the other hundred girls. Sorry, but the boys want some peace and quiet today."
Do I feel like arguing with Baldy now? His stupid wink can
He's probably having a fit of nonsense. "Listen, Kojak, I'm not some groupie who lets the whole crew fuck me...and don't look at my sweetie so greedily, he certainly won't give you a blowjob to get in there."
“He’ll kill us,” Flo whispers urgently in my ear.
Suddenly the door opens and Jan, the drummer, peeks out. I wave vigorously
and when he sees me, he grins broadly. I actually know Jan. That means I have
I once spent a pretty wild evening of kissing with him. Sometimes there are wonderful coincidences, don't you think?!
"Schola, what are you doing here?"
"We're just trying to get past this brainwave," I explain, pointing
on bald head.
"It's okay," smiles Jan, and we stroll into the musty room.
Flo...
Oh dear, I didn't know Schola knew anyone from the band personally. Anyway, we're backstage now, and I'm feeling a little uneasy. My companion
is immediately surrounded by the boys, while I stand here and don't know what to do.
I feel totally lost, sweating a little. My gaze wanders around and spots another half-open door. I slowly head toward it and...oh my God! There's Kasi sitting on the couch. Well, actually, he's more of a lying person. Wow, he's so beautiful. My heart is pounding. Should I talk to him? No, he looks like he's about to fall asleep. I'd better not disturb him.
But I can still pine for him a little. I'm sure I won't get another chance like this. Man, he's even cuter in real life. The way he's hanging there with his eyes closed...incredible.
Just as I'm about to leave, I hear a murmur and turn around. Kasi looks at me sadly.
"Hey, you...indie boy...come here."
What? Is he really talking about me?? Hesitantly, I take a few uncertain steps. "Uh...I didn't mean to disturb you...I..."
“Come here,” he says again.
Like a hypnotized rabbit, I follow his voice when he suddenly grabs my arm
and pulls me down. I am so frightened that I lose my balance and fall
land in his lap. How embarrassing!! I want to die right now.
"Got you," he whispers and, completely unprompted, sticks his tongue in my mouth.
My brain just said goodbye. Oh, he's so warm and his lips are sweet as sugar. Man, he's a good kisser.
But when his hand starts fiddling with my bare stomach, I panic and push him away.
"Uh...?"
"I noticed you out there," he explains.
"Oh yeah? And why did you kiss that crutch chick then?" Shit, I'm
accidentally slipped out.
"I'd rather kiss you," he smiles, "but that would have completely ruined my reputation as a ladykiller."
"So you don't usually kiss girls?" I ask.
"I kiss everything I find beautiful and you...you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time."
Ohhhhhhh!!!! Can someone please pinch me? I mean, I'm sitting here with Kasi, who
tells me I'm beautiful. Uh...he's kissing me again...mhhh. I'm almost losing my
senses. His fingers fumble clumsily (I think he is a little drunk) with my
Zipper.
"Wait a minute," I gasp, "uh...you don't even know my name."
"If you think it's necessary, feel free to tell me."
»Flo.»
"Oh, okay, Flo...I want to fuck you."
“Here?” I exclaim in horror.
He shrugs. "Sure, just close the door."
"No, I mean...I...I don't want it that way."
»Then why the hell are you here?« he asks aggressively, pushes me away and takes a
generous swig from his beer bottle.
"I...I wanted to, so...I like you." And I want to kill myself for that stupid sentence.
"I love you too. So..."
"Can't we talk first?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh please...let's skip all this shit and just fuck a little, okay?"
I'm definitely shaking my head.
"Too bad," he sighs. "Well, whatever."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Kasi has lit a cigarette and
finishes his beer. I can't think of anything I could say to him and actually it's
I don't care. I get to sit next to this beauty. God, I'm nervous.
"What's that all about? Is it fake or were you really fed up?" he suddenly asks
and points to my bandaged wrists.
"I...I didn't intend to kill myself," I explain, my cheeks flushed.
"But?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He shrugs. "You were just about to talk."
"Yes...but not about that."
"Okay, you don't want to talk and you don't want to fuck...why are you here?"
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” I babble.
“Of course,” he smiles.
"I mean it."
"Oh come on, Flo. You don't even know me."
"Then give me the chance to get to know you."
"There are fifty people out there waiting to sleep with me. Why should I waste my time with you, huh?" he asks, stroking my cheek.
"I...I'm not just interested in your sweet ass. I want to be your friend."
"You're really cute, little one. But unfortunately, I'm not into this relationship crap at the moment.
I don't feel like it at all. I just want to have fun, nothing else."
Of course. What did I think? That someone like Kasi would fall in love with me? We
Live happily ever after together? I might be an idiot.
"Then...then maybe I should go?" I ask cautiously.
"Yes, perhaps."
Great. So that's it. I'd love to cry, but not in front of him. I still have a little bit of pride left.
"So then..."
"Take care," he replies coolly.
He'll probably get some slut to fuck right away. One who'll be in front of her
Bragging to my friends about it. I hate the whole world. Why did Schola have to drag me here?! Why do I have to be such a loser?
»Hey, Indiejunge...»
»And?»
"You think my butt is really cute?" he grins, while I turn bright red.
»Ahem...well...yes.«
“Have a safe journey home,” he calls.
Scholastika:
Shit, I've lost sight of my heart. Flo was just here. Everything
It's only Jan's fault; he just got me into a kissing match. It was fun.
But...how can I always think only of myself? I struggle to wriggle out from under him.
and search the room...no, Flo has vanished. Maybe he's next door? Let's see. Oh wow...Mister Pleasure himself is hanging around on an old
tasteless couch, but currently looks more like amp;Pain.
»Hey, have you seen Flo?«
Kasi presents me with a veiled rock star look. "Who?"
Man, he's up to his neck. "The boy I'm here with. Petite, dark
Hair...uh, with bandaged wrists."
He seems to think for a moment. "Yes, it's just gone."
"Fuck. Where to?"
"I don't know. Am I his nanny?"
Nope, a drunken asshole.
He looks me over unashamedly. "Nice outfit. How does it look? Want to fuck?"
Excuse me? If I didn't feel so sorry for that asshole, I'd laugh heartily.
"Sure. But not with you."
Kasi shakes her head.
"Oh man, what's wrong today? Do I have bad breath or something?"
First this uptight idiot and now a bitch."
I have a terrible feeling.
"Tell me, did you also ask Flo about sex so charmingly?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Indeed," I answer, and in my mind I am already about to punch him in the arrogant
To kick in the face.
"Are you his girlfriend or something?" he mumbles.
I don’t feel like messing around with this drunken piece of shit, so I’m
rather look for my little heart.
»Hey, what kind of way is that to just run away, hmm?« I ask reproachfully, as I see Flo
at a bus stop.
"Sorry but...my evening wasn't that fun."
"I heard...you talked to Mr. Pleasure, right?"
"I'm afraid I've made a complete fool of myself," he explains sadly.
"Want to sleep over at my place?" Not that he'd hurt himself again.
He nods.