Post by simon a. davis on Sept 14, 2012 18:00:10 GMT -5
i'm trying to forget you ,
Simon was stuck in the jail cell rehab called his room. He couldn’t leave because the door was like a child-locked car door, it could only be opened from the outside. So he was stuck there until someone came to get him or until he could find a way out. Simon lay on his back, staring up at the stark white ceiling. He let out a long, drawn out and dramatic sigh. He had no roommate to entertain him, and he didn’t have anyone’s numbers that were stuck here in rehab as well. He rolled onto his stomach, shoving his face into his pillow and letting out a soft groan. How on earth was he supposed to entertain himself until someone got him for breakfast in the morning? He wasn’t tired enough for sleep so he really couldn’t do anything. He slid to the edge of his bed, peering over it to look under the bed. He snatched one of his books he had nipped from the library and climbed back onto the bed. He stood up briefly to turn on the light, laying on his stomach again and opening the book to the page he left off at. He kicked off his shoes that he had kept on since dinner, and pulled his feet up to his chest, turning onto his side and holding the book close so he could read.
Simon couldn’t focus on the book, as his mind was somewhere else. He was thinking back to that night in the library, where he met that man. That gorgeous, British, smooth-talking, did he mention gorgeous, man. He was…fucked up, but in the perfect way. And it pained Simon so very much that he liked Ripley. It really did. He hated that he was able to have feelings for someone other than Jack. Jack used to be his entire world, and now he was finding that he was thinking about Ripley more than Jack, and that his dreams focused on the man covered in scars rather than the boy that used to be covered in bruises. He wanted to be able to change how he felt, he really did. But the heart wants what the heart wants, whatever the hell that meant. After about ten minutes of being unable to focus, he turned over on his back, flinging the book across the room and hiding his face into his pillow. He groaned into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as fantasies and images of Ripley entered his mind. He tried to block them out, attempting to think of anything other than that gorgeous man, but it was all in vain. Nothing could stop it, especially now that he had a certain problem growing in his pants. He pulled another pillow from behind his head, slamming it down on the front of his pants, trying to hide it from view even though he was alone, and he already knew it was there. He let out another soft groan, pulling the pillow from his face and sitting up on his elbows, slowly shaking his head. He head to see Ripley again.
Simon couldn’t focus on the book, as his mind was somewhere else. He was thinking back to that night in the library, where he met that man. That gorgeous, British, smooth-talking, did he mention gorgeous, man. He was…fucked up, but in the perfect way. And it pained Simon so very much that he liked Ripley. It really did. He hated that he was able to have feelings for someone other than Jack. Jack used to be his entire world, and now he was finding that he was thinking about Ripley more than Jack, and that his dreams focused on the man covered in scars rather than the boy that used to be covered in bruises. He wanted to be able to change how he felt, he really did. But the heart wants what the heart wants, whatever the hell that meant. After about ten minutes of being unable to focus, he turned over on his back, flinging the book across the room and hiding his face into his pillow. He groaned into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as fantasies and images of Ripley entered his mind. He tried to block them out, attempting to think of anything other than that gorgeous man, but it was all in vain. Nothing could stop it, especially now that he had a certain problem growing in his pants. He pulled another pillow from behind his head, slamming it down on the front of his pants, trying to hide it from view even though he was alone, and he already knew it was there. He let out another soft groan, pulling the pillow from his face and sitting up on his elbows, slowly shaking his head. He head to see Ripley again.
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