|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Undercover Lovers“I see you looking at me, Frenchie,” Errol Hornsby said as he and Paul-Julien Chateaubriand closed up Errol’s father’s restaurant, Barrett’s Pizza. Errol flashed that self-assured grin and put his hands on his hips.
“What do you mean?” Paul-Julien stammered. Merde! How could he have seen? Paul-Julien had been so careful not to show how he felt. To keep it inside, to shut it away.
“You know what I mean,” Errol teased, walking toward Paul-Julien in those tight black leather pants he always wore. Paul-Julien didn’t know how Errol could be so nimble in those pants; all he knew was that he wanted to get Errol out of those pants.
“I… um… qu’est-ce que c’est?” Paul-Julien stammered, trying to stall so he could find a way out of this conversation and this situation.
“It’s okay,” Errol said. “I like you, too.”
“Y-you do?” Paul-Julien stuttered
You And Me And All Of The PeopleI.
“Do you think Catherine Zeta-Jones is hot?” Karleen Westlake asked her manager and friend, Darry Ratajkowski, as she picked up a customer’s order of pizza.
“Um, yes,” Darry replied. It was a random question, but Karleen was a random person.
“Awesome,” Karleen said. “My friend Corinne is out there. She looks like Catherine Zeta-Jones. She’s really pretty. She’s also real nice and smart. A bit shy, though. She’s single, too.”
She sounded nice. Darry asked, “Why are you telling me this?”
“I’m going to set you two up,” Karleen announced. “The guys she’s been with have been nothing but jerks to her. And I don’t know why, because she’s amazing! I was thinking about it the other night, and I said to myself, ‘Corinne needs a good man. She deserves a good man!’ And then I remembered, you’re a good man! I think you’d
The Thousand-Yard Stare“It must be so nice to be home,” Josefita chirped, walking through Waterfront Park, holding her boyfriend’s hand. “Isn’t it, Billy? You get to see your daughter again… and all your friends… and me…”
“Uh, yeah,” Billy muttered. He put his arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head, but he stared at something a thousand yards away.
He’d been different since he got back from jail. Quieter, distant. He’d been acting like his usual gregarious self around his friends, but Josefita could tell he was putting on a show. When they’d had sex (for the first time in forever), he seemed like he was just going through the motions. Something had happened to him. And Josefita had a feeling she knew what.
“It’s about damn time they let you out,” she added. “You didn’t belong in jail. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
The Ultimatum Chapter 6Eight o’clock. Showtime. Billy knocked on the door of the Kiskaddens’ mansion on the Battery (where the rich people lived). Mrs. Kiskadden opened the door and smiled at him. “Hey, Billy. Josefita’s in the courtyard.”
After making small talk with his girlfriend’s mother, Billy made his way through the hallways of the palatial house until he reached the courtyard. The warm summer evening air hit him like a train on the tracks when he opened the door. Josefita was sitting at the patio table. She smiled weakly when she saw him. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” Billy sat down next to her, pulling his chair close to hers. She wore a pretty little sleeveless green dress. He could see the scars on her arm. “I like your…”
Josefita blushed. “Thank you.” She made eye contact with him. “I’m sorry for losing my shit at Hyman’s.”
“Forgiven,” Billy told her. “It was kind of just
The Ultimatum Chapter 5“I really fucked up,” Billy said, sitting on his motel room bed while James warmed up some ramen noodles in the microwave.
“Yeah, you kind of did,” James agreed.
Billy didn’t even bother to take exception to that. He knew it was true. Josefita had probably broken up with him back there. He’d just pissed away one of the best things in his world. How had things gone from so good to so very, very bad in two days?
“You know what you need to do,” James said, pressing buttons on the microwave.
“When did you become my mother?” Billy demanded. He wished his mother was there now. He needed to talk to her, to feel her hold him, to hear her tell him in her Irish brogue that everything would be okay. But she’d been dead for six years now, and he’d never told her what happened to him.
The phone rang. Holding his breath, Billy answered it. Josefita. “Hey,” she said. “It’s me. Josefita.”
Like he didn
Keep in Touch!
Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More