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