The One You're With Part One

Was I really about to do this? This was completely desperate. Was I really that far gone? The aches I felt in my heart and elsewhere not mentioned in mixed company told me that I was…I was truly this desperate. It was a deal with the devil truly, but what else could I do? I needed to feel once more…well for once is more like it. I raised a hand and knocked on the door. The second the music died down I darted off into the night hoping the note I had left peaked said devil’s interest…

I am in desperate need of your assistance. I have a deal I would like you to consider. It doesn’t require anything extravagant on your part, just a little of your time. Also to tempt you I can offer you something you have yet to receive, something I know you’ll enjoy.

I have enclosed my cell-phone number, text me for the location of where I wish to meet you this evening (if possible).

I hope you’ll meet me I truly desire seeing you as soon as possible.

X0X0


I didn’t sign it, figuring the mystery would peak his interest. I hoped this would work.


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A bored looking young man with brown-blond hair pulled the note off of his door. What’s this? He thought, it had his name on it. When he lazily read it, his curiosity was indeed peaked. Desire? Desperate Need? Something he’d really want? This was indeed interesting. But who was it from? He thought for a moment. He recognized the handwriting, but from where he couldn’t say. He wasn’t doing anything exciting at home with those four idiots, so he decided he might as well see what this was all about. He lit a cigarette and grabbed his keys and phone, quickly texting the number. He received a message back within a moment.

Meet me at the diner on Maple Street, I’ll be in the far back booth, away from prying eyes.

The young man smirked softly, this was just getting more interesting. He sent a message back that he would be there in ten. One thing that could be said about him was he may have gone at a slow pace most of the time, but there were three times when he went at a high speed, driving, fighting and sex…though the last was in the best way possible.


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Waiting in the diner (Name) felt her stomach flutter, he was actually agreeing to meet with her. She was worried the other three would come along, this would be even more embarrassing if they did. But she couldn’t say anything now, it was already happening and she couldn’t change her mind now.

She shakily drank her coffee and told herself again that this was the right idea, but she jumped five feet in the air every time the bell above the door chimed.


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True to his word the pale-brunette man arrived at the café within ten minutes and he walked in and looked around. When he saw the young-woman in the corner of the café his eyes widened. This was truly interesting. He waltzed slowly over to her and smirked.

“Fancy meeting you here (Name).” he said in his tantalizing French accent with a dark grin.

With a shaking form the (h/c) girl looked up at him with that cigarette dangling lazily out of his lips, his five o’clock shadow looked oddly handsome, but she was not as excited as she might have been if it was a different Frenchman.

“H…Hello F…Francoise…” she stammered.