Core of My Addiction [Open and Accepting]

09:46 PM

Laughing sheepishly, Aeron took a full step back when she held the pen up. "A-a-ar-are you trying to kill me?" When she dropped the act, a deep sigh of relief followed. "It's bad enough we have enough crazies trying to gun for me, I really would hate to see a pretty woman like yourself fall victim to their stupidity. I'm just a guy. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Pushing his hair back, he yawned. "So were you an actress of or something?" Aeron's hands were in his pocket as he walked down the road. His eyes danced about as he looked at the females who stared at them as they nonchalantly walked down the road. Had one of the by-passers tried anything, Aeron's pinky-finger was rested against the butt of his gun.

"I hate the attention I draw. I would love to be a woman for a day. Eh, not to sound sketchy or anything. I would just be... amazing to be free." Brows coming together, Aeron exhaled again. It was really getting on his nerves the whole - being one of the last reproductive capable males. He had not wanted this life. He never did. When he found out he was going to be a 'sperm bank,' Aeron immediately contemplated suicide. Yes, he wanted to be a father, but he didn't want to a be an icon that everyone wanted.

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"FFFFFFFFFFFF! Why are you following me?! Last time I checked I was your stalker! Why are you reversing it all? I-I-I-I... gotta get outta here!"

Rising, her head collided with the latch to the dumpster. Dizzy, Carrie flopped back down. "Damn... that h-hurt....." Head spinning and eyes trying to open, she collapsed on Blake. "Just kill me now? Please? This is far too embarrassing. I can't believe you've seen me at my worst...." Frowning, Carrie buried her head in his chest. "It's just not fair. All those other psychos are always trying to get you and they get to talk to you, but me? Hell, I'm lucky if I can faint in your arms. I'm just... a klutz."

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