Monday, February the 23rd

I was supposed to tell my mum today. I mean, she told the rock star and all, and I’m sure that it made their dinner a lot more pleasurable.

But when I got home my mum was lying on the couch and the bottle of champagne that she had been saving for years was empty. For some reason it didn’t seem to me that it was the best time to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother. I was almost sure that she would agree with me if she wasn’t too drunk to remember she’s a mother.

But obviously I wouldn’t tell Iris that my mum had lost her job, was about to lose her flat, and that because of that she would drink everything in sight. Because that’s something you only tell important people. And I like to fuck Iris, I like her little body, the way she talks, the way she is annoying some times, but that doesn’t mean she’s important. At least she’s not supposed to be.

So when Iris asked me why I hadn’t told my mum yet, I shrugged my shoulders. And she slapped me. It’s not like I hadn’t done anything to deserve it before, anyways, so it paid off for all the things she should have slapped me for – like getting her pregnant – and she didn’t.

I gotta say that for such a small hand, it hurt.

Posted to the sound of Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure

Friday, February the 20th

It's already the second time I go to that house. And that's more than I ever wanted to. The kitchen is small, if you look at it. Full of children's drawings and stuff.

She swallowed her ham and cheese toast, while she seemed to ignore me completely. Then, she waited for my eyes to meet hers and she smiled. We don't talk much, me and Iris. I'm pretty quiet and she, even if she enjoys a nice talk, is not one of those girls that can't keep their fucking mouths shut. She's completely adorable and kind. I think I love her. I really feel like calling her "my love". I know I can't. I know we'd fight over that.

She got up and washed the dishes. I got up next, grabbed her by her waist and kissed her hair, her neck, her arms, her shoulders... She suddenly turned around and took her time kissing me. I reminded her that her father was at home. We got out.

We got in my car and I drove to the beach. It was getting late. The sunset looked like a postcard. We looked like movie characters. I got her off the ground, her legs around my waist, her arms on my neck, her lips on my chest. I put her on the ground to take my shoes off. I got down through the rocks, barefoot, holding her, until we reached a bay nearby. We had already made out there for a few times.

She kissed me. She slides her little hands (how the hell can they be so damn small?) through my torso until she get to the bottom of my t-shirt. She took it off. I shivered. Not because of the cold, but because I noticed that we hadn't fucked each other in a long time. I couldn't undress her without putting her on the ground. She got it. She slides her feet through me until she stood laying on me, while she kept kissing me (lip gloss tastes GREAT.). I searched for her jeans button. Fortunately, they were easy to unbutton. I got them off. I had some trouble getting them off without taking her shoes off (she would get sand on her feet...), but I did it. I started to touch her. She started to moan a little. She kept kissing me. Oh, Iris... I took off my pants, with the biggest boner, and grabbed her up again, so I could fuck her. Her sweaty hands went through my naked torso while mine where holding her legs.

We got so tired we threw ourselves to the sand, and all our previews efforts to be sand less were in vain. We rolled over the sand laughing when we noticed that. Then she looked at me challenging (her eyes kill me.), which made me get her and throw her at the sea. She, naked on her bottom and in a now soaked t-shirt, stood there waving and holding on to me to get back to the bend, while I kept her from it.

I finally got her to the sand again. She stared at me with the most adorably pissed off look she could give me. She started an annoying speech, telling me that now she was all wet, how would she go home, bla bla bla...I took her t-shirt off and gave her mine, that I had left at the bend, while I twisted hers. When I handed it to her again, she blushed and looked down, with the biggest innocent girl look. It creeps me out when she switches personalities so quickly. Sometimes I forget she's only a child. I think this is going to get bad on my side. Even more now that I now for sure that there will actually be a tiny baby popping out of that tiny enough body. Still, she mumbled a "thank you", grabbed her t-shirt and put it on her bag. I didn't hand her her bra on purpose, but she noticed it and grabbed it off of me, with her eyes flashing. She gets adorable when she's pissed off. Now that I think about it, she's always adorable.

We finished getting dressed quickly (I had to wear my jacket with nothing underneath, Morrissey's style, and well, let's be honest, he could have everything but style.) and went to the car. I got it working and told her to call her parents telling them she was sleeping out. She told me her phone was out of sale. I handed her mine. The rock star demanded to talk to her friend's mum and all that, and I grabbed the phone, told him she was spending the night with me and finished the call on his face. I needed to fall asleep next to her that night.

I asked her for the nearest hotel, as if she knew it better than me. And maybe she did. She asked how I was affording a hotel. Well, that was obvious. The rock star’s credit card needs to be used for something.

We arrived a four and a half stars hotel and I had no idea of how to behave in that place, but she kept nudging me and we got a fucking giant double suit, with plasma TV and all that shit.

I was extremely tired and as soon as we got there I threw myself onto the bed. But she didn't let me rest. She said she had to take a bath and she took her clothes off right in front of me. I couldn't resist her. She's such a tease. I took my clothes off and followed her.

That bathroom was the triple of mine. It had a bathtub with room for at least four people, a TV and a radio. We got on the tub and I started to tell her about everything that was on my mind on that moment. I have no idea what it was right now, but we were talking for a good 15 minutes. She asked me to go to Andorra with her and her parents, on the condition that we had our own bungalow. We planned to buy snow suits the next day. Then she turned around, kissed me, kissed me again, kissed me even one more time, everywhere, and I felt my boner coming again. We fucked again and got the floor all soaked.

She stayed on the tub in fear of tripping on the wet floor, and I had to carry her to bed. She told me we were going to get the bed wet. I didn't mind at all. I wasn't minding anything, really, at that time. I was exhausted. I turned on the TV and she stole the control from me. She grabbed the phone and asked for strawberries and champagne. I told her I wouldn't let her drink champagne. And I didn't. The strawberries came with chocolate sauce and Chantilly. Her dirty look scared the hell out of me for a moment. I kept laying down watching TV, and was surprised with a line of chocolate on my chest. Oh, God. She's insane. And she uses Duracell batteries. She grabbed the strawberries bowl and got them through the chocolate on my chest. I shivered. It WAS sexy. And once again, she had won...

To the sound of "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" by the Police, we kissed again, and she kept that game of chocolate and Chantilly, in a way that I thought I would have to go back to the bath tub. And we fucked for the third and last time that night.

Now I could barely move. But apparently, she was still on fire. I lost my mind, went to the car and grabbed the recording camera. I needed to be sure on the next day that I hadn't dreamed of it. I told her that and she got mad. I got sentimental. I grabbed a black pen, told her to stay still and drew a little heart where her tiny heart must be. I drew an outline inside limiting a really microscopic area and wrote "Andrew" there. I made her promise that, even if we didn't actually have a relationship, at least that tiny part of her heart was mine. She laughed, called me silly and kissed me. To "Everything Will Be Alright", by the Killers.

I tried to make her lay down. It didn't work. But I was so tired that I gave up and tried to fell asleep even with her awake watching TV. It was her who fell asleep. Carefully so I wouldn't wake her up, I covered her with the clothing and laid down next to her. She looked gorgeous. She looked even younger than what she really is. I started to touch her hair and her face. She moved and got her little arm on my waist. I stood still. I turned off the TV and the lights and fell asleep as well.

Iris, I wanted every day and night of my life to be like this. You, the sea, a desert bay and a hotel (four or zero star doesn't matter). Until the end of times. I think I'd marry you, if you could ever accept that.

Posted to Garbage - Cherry Lips (Go Baby, Go!)

Tuesday, January the 15th

I went there; I puked on her toiled and brushed my teeth with her toothbrush. I'm a disaster.

As if it wasn't enough to have gotten the rock star’s teenage daughter pregnant, I still manage to ruin his house (and his suit...).

She said it was ok, told me to get my head closer to her, stretched herself on her 5 feet tallness, kissed my forehead and told me that I was burning in fever, as if I didn't know it yet. I could feel her worried. I felt guilty for liking to see her worried about me.

She took her father's blazer out of me (I'm not even clever enough to realize when I'm supposed to dress all fancy...), while I was shivering cold, and got a blanket for me, while I kept on telling her I needed to leave, and she kept on saying she wouldn't let me drive that way.

She stretched herself again and shut me up with a kiss. The bedroom door was still open, like the rock star had demanded. She jumped to her bed and dragged me to her slowly. I couldn't even try to resist. I snuggled next to her, with my head on those sexy legs while her little hands fondled my hair. Was it possible that she knew that was a miraculous cure? I looked her in her blue eyes. I wasn't enjoying seeing her worried anymore. When she noticed I was staring, she kissed my forehead.

I asked myself if she remembered how scandalized she was earlier that day when I told her I loved her (after she stuffed my fridge with a giant bowl of passion fruit gelatine she decided she didn't want anymore), that it even made me make up something and pretend I didn't mean it.

I don't know when I fell asleep, or how she convinced the rock star to let me stay over, but I woke up alone in her bed, covered by a blanket and with a pillow under my head where before where her legs. I looked for her with my eyes while I still felt my head pounding, but I didn't find her. When I was about to get up, I heard little baby steps. Her little sister. She climbed into the bed, crawled next to me and stood there with her little booty on the air staring at me. Iris came after her, much more silent, held onto the bed and smiled at that picture. She had my clothes on her arms and put it at the bottom of the bed while she held the baby. Maybe because of the fever, for a few instants I wish I could meet our baby, see her holding it. I got rid of those thoughts, got up and got dressed, after she left with her little sister.

When I got downstairs of that mansion, I was waiting to see the table ready for breakfast, but it was even more of a mess than my flat.

She came to me, asked me to hold her bag, got down to tie her shoelaces, grabbed her bag again, and got out. I kept staring at her looking like a jerk without knowing what to do, until she came back in, with the newspaper, threw it onto the table and told me her parents where still asleep and we had a bus to catch.

Oh, craziness. She and her black hair getting outside while she dragged me. She and her flat tummy that I secretly wanted to watch grow. She and her tiny blue eyes that loved to stare at me once in a while, to make sure I was still there.

Posted while hearing Elvis Presley - Treat me nice