new fic
hi (waves) i got myself a new story. It's a little tacky but i think it's humorous so please read it. :)
Ummm…hi! My name is Justin, I’m sixteen years old. People say that I’m very beautiful. They’re right! I’m very handsome, very cute and very, very gay. Yes! I am not straight, in fact, I’m the opposite. I deride my straightness (whatever is left of it.) So lady, quit checking out my ass, that thing is only for my boyfriend.
So what am I doing here? Therapy, of course! My story? I was deeply traumatized last February. Why? Well, it all started when I dumped my boyfriend of three years, Josh or JC…
Why did I dump him? Damn, you ask so many questions, dontcha? Oh well. Why don’t I just tell you my story…it all happened one sunny day…
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“Josh. I’m dumping you.” Those four words echoed inside JC’s for what seemed like eons, haunting him, torturing him, murdering him.
“Why?” JC’s voice was frantic; his cerulean eyes welling up with unshed tears. Who was the one making him cry? Moi, of course.
“JC, it’s not working out between us.” I had no idea that my voice was nonchalant, I guess the tone of my voice pushed the knife in JC’s heart deeper.
“Why isn’t it working out anymore?” There was innocence in his voice, I tell you. But don’t let his amazing good looks fool you.
“It’s well…it’s hard to explain.”
“Come on, tell me!”
“You’re…ummm…too much…” Too much was a much gentler way to put it.
“Too much? What do you mean ‘too much’ ?”
“Too much.” I repeated before running away to a safe place.
Why did I dump such a beautiful creature? With his cerulean orbs and ebony tresses? With his lovely voice that burns me with the scorch of a thousand suns? With his lovely lips that you’ll mistake for rose petals?
I’ll tell you why--- He’s nuts! Well, nuts is such a gentle word. Maybe freaky, obsessive psycho should give him poetic justice.
I could point out some incidents that’s got LUNATIC written all over it.
Once, he tried to put a ferret into my you-know-what.
Then, he and I had to eat Oreos but not before dunking them into a glass of our own cum! Gross!
And another time, he and I fucked each other in costumes. He’s a monkey and I’m…well…a banana.
He even sang at the church choir to serenade me two days after we were officially over I could still remember that traumatizing Sunday…
AT CHURCH…
Reverend: “In the name of the father and of the so---“
JC: “Reverend, stop in the name of love! I want to tell a special someone something.”
Reverend: “Go ahead, son.”
JC: “People who are in church today, I want to tell you all that I am gay.”
Crowd: “GASP!!!”
JC: “Yes, I am gay and very inlove with Justin Timberlake.”
Crowd: “Okay, isn’t everybody else?”
JC: “And I just broke up with him…”
Crowd: “YES! I have a chance!”
JC: “Justin, I need you. I need your love. So, I’m going to serenade you, to show you how much I love you. I just wrote this song, ya know. Because, I realized that you mean the world to me. I’d die without you. You’re my drug and I can’t get enough of you. If love is a crime then punish me, I’d die for you, I don’t want to live without you, you can call me selfish but all I want is your love. You’re all I ever wanted, you’re all I ever needed, so tell me what to do now because I want you back!”
Crowd: Awww!!!!
JC: So here’s my song…lalala…durududum…lala…I NEED LOVE! YOU NEED LOVE ! WE ALL REALLY NEED LOVE!
As you guessed it, I started to lose all the blood from my face.
Okay, as if JC wasn’t satisfied enough, he started pelvic thrusting on the altar and started to strip.
Crowd: Wooohoooo!!! All the way! All the way! Show some skin boy! Strip! Strip! Strip! Yeah, shake that ass! Hey! How much for a lap dance?
Now, I didn’t know what happened later that day because when JC started to hump the reverend, I ran to my house, crying like a baby.
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You’re asking me why I left him because of those petty things? Well, let me tell you, that wasn’t even the worst.
It happened last February, two weeks after I dumped Josh, during a Field Trip to Mr. Pricking’s Amazing Lard Factory.
Yup, you heard me, a Lard Factory. I have no idea why the word ‘Amazing’ was in the same sentence with Lard Factory. And besides, Pricking? What kind of name is that? By the way, I heard his first name is Dick. Dick Pricking. Ha. What a laugh.
During that fateful day, Josh did the unthinkable-----hijack the schoolbus.
Ummm…hi! My name is Justin, I’m sixteen years old. People say that I’m very beautiful. They’re right! I’m very handsome, very cute and very, very gay. Yes! I am not straight, in fact, I’m the opposite. I deride my straightness (whatever is left of it.) So lady, quit checking out my ass, that thing is only for my boyfriend.
So what am I doing here? Therapy, of course! My story? I was deeply traumatized last February. Why? Well, it all started when I dumped my boyfriend of three years, Josh or JC…
Why did I dump him? Damn, you ask so many questions, dontcha? Oh well. Why don’t I just tell you my story…it all happened one sunny day…
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“Josh. I’m dumping you.” Those four words echoed inside JC’s for what seemed like eons, haunting him, torturing him, murdering him.
“Why?” JC’s voice was frantic; his cerulean eyes welling up with unshed tears. Who was the one making him cry? Moi, of course.
“JC, it’s not working out between us.” I had no idea that my voice was nonchalant, I guess the tone of my voice pushed the knife in JC’s heart deeper.
“Why isn’t it working out anymore?” There was innocence in his voice, I tell you. But don’t let his amazing good looks fool you.
“It’s well…it’s hard to explain.”
“Come on, tell me!”
“You’re…ummm…too much…” Too much was a much gentler way to put it.
“Too much? What do you mean ‘too much’ ?”
“Too much.” I repeated before running away to a safe place.
Why did I dump such a beautiful creature? With his cerulean orbs and ebony tresses? With his lovely voice that burns me with the scorch of a thousand suns? With his lovely lips that you’ll mistake for rose petals?
I’ll tell you why--- He’s nuts! Well, nuts is such a gentle word. Maybe freaky, obsessive psycho should give him poetic justice.
I could point out some incidents that’s got LUNATIC written all over it.
Once, he tried to put a ferret into my you-know-what.
Then, he and I had to eat Oreos but not before dunking them into a glass of our own cum! Gross!
And another time, he and I fucked each other in costumes. He’s a monkey and I’m…well…a banana.
He even sang at the church choir to serenade me two days after we were officially over I could still remember that traumatizing Sunday…
AT CHURCH…
Reverend: “In the name of the father and of the so---“
JC: “Reverend, stop in the name of love! I want to tell a special someone something.”
Reverend: “Go ahead, son.”
JC: “People who are in church today, I want to tell you all that I am gay.”
Crowd: “GASP!!!”
JC: “Yes, I am gay and very inlove with Justin Timberlake.”
Crowd: “Okay, isn’t everybody else?”
JC: “And I just broke up with him…”
Crowd: “YES! I have a chance!”
JC: “Justin, I need you. I need your love. So, I’m going to serenade you, to show you how much I love you. I just wrote this song, ya know. Because, I realized that you mean the world to me. I’d die without you. You’re my drug and I can’t get enough of you. If love is a crime then punish me, I’d die for you, I don’t want to live without you, you can call me selfish but all I want is your love. You’re all I ever wanted, you’re all I ever needed, so tell me what to do now because I want you back!”
Crowd: Awww!!!!
JC: So here’s my song…lalala…durududum…lala…I NEED LOVE! YOU NEED LOVE ! WE ALL REALLY NEED LOVE!
As you guessed it, I started to lose all the blood from my face.
Okay, as if JC wasn’t satisfied enough, he started pelvic thrusting on the altar and started to strip.
Crowd: Wooohoooo!!! All the way! All the way! Show some skin boy! Strip! Strip! Strip! Yeah, shake that ass! Hey! How much for a lap dance?
Now, I didn’t know what happened later that day because when JC started to hump the reverend, I ran to my house, crying like a baby.
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You’re asking me why I left him because of those petty things? Well, let me tell you, that wasn’t even the worst.
It happened last February, two weeks after I dumped Josh, during a Field Trip to Mr. Pricking’s Amazing Lard Factory.
Yup, you heard me, a Lard Factory. I have no idea why the word ‘Amazing’ was in the same sentence with Lard Factory. And besides, Pricking? What kind of name is that? By the way, I heard his first name is Dick. Dick Pricking. Ha. What a laugh.
During that fateful day, Josh did the unthinkable-----hijack the schoolbus.