Inasanly Jealous

Okay, so I don't know why I titled this blog this, but I just did. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was talking to Elli-kun while I started to blog. HAH! Wyler critiquing my blog my ass...

Okay so I had a cute scene play out in my head last night and I figure I would write it down here, because one: I have nothing better to do, and two: I'm severely bored and thought this would bring me some kind of amusement. Ne? So cum shots and all their glory, here I start:

It's late outside, the stars are out, and in their full glory are burning brightly in the moonless sky. I'm on the balcony of my newest apartment, hanging over the edge of the railing, a cigarette held in between my index and middle finger. My forehead is resting on the wooden railing, between my overhanging arms, and I sigh. I had a rough day, as to attest why in the world I'm smoking a cigarette. I puff out a cloud of white smoke as I sigh deeply one more time. I lift my head up and stare at the sky, as if wanting something, my eyes saddening and I sigh once more. I lift the red glowing tipped cancer stick and place the filtered end to my lips, wrap my moist lips around the filter and press downwards with them. I pull in the hit with a sucking breath, pull the stick away and breathe in more air now, sucking the carcinogens into my lungs. I stare once more in a profound way, at the starry sky again. Then a few seconds later I force, with a loud resounding groan, the nasty smoke from my lungs in a large exhalation. My cigarette burned almost completely to the filter, I reach for another from a pack of Camels, I finger around in the case. I realize I only have three more left. I curse silently, as because I know, if something or someone doesn't stop me, I'll finish off that hard pack and open the new one that sits right next to it. As I go to pull out a new unlit cigarette from the pack, I feel a bit of shaking vibrating on the deck, and then I hear the sliding door behind me open. Then it shuts. I say nothing as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Being taller than me, means he has this single disadvantage, as he has to bend over slightly, his back arching, just so he can lay his chin on my shoulder and looks down at me reaching into the pack of cigarettes. Like a ninja he steals away the pack with a large hand, as my fingers barely have time to grip around the filter of a new cigarette, and he tosses them aside in a careless manner. "Elliott!" I grunt at him, in a pouting like manner. He grins at me as he has gained another victory. I turn my head upwards, as he has stood up properly now and looks down at me. MY eyebrows are furrowed a little and I'm pouting, then feeling the filter still between the fingers of my left hand I slyly sneak it into my loose pocket on my robe. I chuck the finished cigarette over the edge of the balcony as he twirls my body to face his and I squeal a little in excitement, and all he can do is grin. MY hands go to place themselves on his chest as he pulls me tightly to him now and I look up at him, in a defenseless manner. "You know I hate it when you smoke right? You're pretty much saying that you want to die early and therefore are opting to leave me before I leave you," he says in a deep tone of voice and slowly said. I pout again, knowing he is actually correct. And I look away from his eyes for a moment, my face still showing to him, but my eyes are averted. I look back, sighing now, and admit: "You win..." he smiles big at me in a kooky fashion but still, none the less, in a manner that could only make me smile back. "You had a rough day at work again didn't you," he speaks once more. "Yeah," I begin to reply, "But that was only the start of the day, later at lunch me and Brittany got into a fight that ended up with both of us storming off in our own directions... Today, just freaking sucked donkey butt!" I finish with a proclamation and a vivid expression upon my face. His smile fades a little as he takes a hand and strokes it through my shoulder length hair and calms me a bit. "I'm sure you two will be fine, just call her tomorrow morning and apologize like you two always do," he says as he continues to stroke my hair. I smile faintly, my eyes closed, surrendering to the calming feeling of him stroking his fingers through my hair and I try my best not to coo. "I should quit smoking, your a much better relaxer than those damn cigarettes Elli-kun," I say, my eyes still closed but I soon slowly open them and stare into his eyes. He smiles and chuckles a little, "I wouldn't be your boyfriend if I couldn't do that, now would I?" he says his voice a bit uplifted. "Yeah, you're right" I admit, as I nuzzle my face into his nightshirt, an old one, a soul caliber four one he had been lounging around in at supper time. I smile cheesily as he chuckles again, this time at my antics. He rests his left hand behind my head, resting at where my skull meets my spine and rests there. He directs my head, lifting it slightly to look at his face, leans in as he seems to want to kiss me. I naturally, close my eyes and part my lips only slightly. And that's when I feel piece of fruityness, that can only be gum of the freshening sort, get shoved into my mouth with his fingers. I open my eyes and bite down on the piece in disappointment and furrow my brows at him. He only chuckles, smiles cheesily, and takes off in to the apartment. I tear up and run after him. "OI! URUSENAI! MY BREATH CAN'T BE THAT BAD!!!!" .... End

Okay so that took way longer than expected to, so gomenesai to all who have been waiting anxiously to just read my blog. Which I doubt is probably only a boyfriend and his "editing" cat. It would end up being awesome if someday, by chance, I would gain a shit ton of followers, but only in my wildest dreams.

Alright, I don't have anything else to discuss as of now, so gomenesai and night night! Ja ne! *peace out*