Suzy’s Strange Saga
What the hell, you weren’t doing anything important with your time and you were thinking about making the first move yourself earlier today.
“Johnny, could you hold on one moment?” you ask.
“Um, okay.” He replies.
You close the door again and hastily clean up your room a bit just so you don’t have your underwear just lying around, let alone your vibrator. Feeling that your room and yourself are presentable, you open the door.
“Come on in Johnny.” You say.
“Wait, you’re inviting me into your room? Are you sure?” Johnny asks a bit surprised.
“Well if we’re going to get to know each other better to see if we’ve got potential, then I’d rather do it in here one on one rather than out there with drunks possibly butting into our conversation. Besides, if I leave this room, its very well possible people will wander in and have sex in it.”
Johnny chuckles a bit at your remark as he walks in.
“Well I suppose all that’s true, but…”
You make your first move by putting your arms around Johnny’s shoulders and kissing Johnny squarely on the lips. He’s really surprised. To be quite honest, you’re a little surprised at yourself as well since you aren’t usually the forward type, but maybe Julie’s party spirit has gotten a hold of you a little bit along with wanting to put more distance between yourself and any more lingering feelings you might have for Bobby.
Besides, you get the impression for all his praising and stalkerish behavior; Johnny would still be too shy to make the first move.
Johnny’s reaction says that your instinct about that was entirely correct.
He pulls away fairly quickly after you’re finished, he blushes a bit and then gives you a weird stare.
“What? I thought we were going to get to know each other.” You say.
“I…I don’t think I’m ready for this.” Johnny remarks and starts backing away.
“Wait, hold on. We weren’t going to have sex! We don’t even have to kiss anymore, I was just…”
Before you can even finish, Johnny’s already run out the door.
“Great, Suzy. Some seductress you are. (Sigh)” you say to yourself and close your door.
In any case, you go back to your laptop to help shut yourself out from the real world again. which wouldn’t be that bad, but Johnny just flat out running away from you doesn’t exactly put you in that great of a mood. You got dumped by a murderer and now you’ve run off a stalker. What does that say about you?
Oh well at least things with batteries don’t judge.
A couple hours later you get another knock on the door.
“Yes?” you ask.
“Suzy, it’s me Johnny. I need to talk.”
You’re not exactly sure if this is going to be a good idea, but you decide to at least hear him out.
“(Sigh) Hold on.” You say and get up to open the door. Johnny stands before you wearing a jacket and looking slightly more disheveled from the last time.
“Well? Are you coming in, I don’t feel like keeping the door open for all the partying assholes to peer into.” You ask.
Johnny enters the room and you shut the door and walk back to your sofa.
“Suzy, I just want to apologize. I’ve been thinking about this long and hard and I realize that I did the wrong thing.” Johnny says pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands through hair.
“Well, maybe I did come on a little strong. I suppose if the roles had been reversed I would’ve run away as well.”
“No, stop talking I need to get all this out. What I’m trying to say is that I obviously have wasted my time and that I shouldn’t have pursued you. I guess I just built you up in my head so much that I…dunno…I always do this…fuck! Shit! WHY!?!” Johnny says and hits himself in the head a couple times. He’s starting to worry you.
“Hey Johnny, you don’t need to…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP WHORE!” Johnny screams and before you even can react he’s already run up and physically assaulted you. You try to scream out, but punches you your face and another tight grip around your throat prevent that from happening. The loud music from the party and indifference of the shallow partiers from any potential noise you could’ve made probably would’ve been lost to those two factors anyway.
When you’re nearly unconscious and so dazed that you can no longer fight back, Johnny ceases his punches and reaches for something inside his jacket.
“This is going to be quick, because even though you’re a whore like the rest…I still like you.” Johnny whispers. “I…really wish this could’ve worked out…you were so beautiful…”
Your last feeling is the blade of a sharp knife slitting your throat.
“Johnny, could you hold on one moment?” you ask.
“Um, okay.” He replies.
You close the door again and hastily clean up your room a bit just so you don’t have your underwear just lying around, let alone your vibrator. Feeling that your room and yourself are presentable, you open the door.
“Come on in Johnny.” You say.
“Wait, you’re inviting me into your room? Are you sure?” Johnny asks a bit surprised.
“Well if we’re going to get to know each other better to see if we’ve got potential, then I’d rather do it in here one on one rather than out there with drunks possibly butting into our conversation. Besides, if I leave this room, its very well possible people will wander in and have sex in it.”
Johnny chuckles a bit at your remark as he walks in.
“Well I suppose all that’s true, but…”
You make your first move by putting your arms around Johnny’s shoulders and kissing Johnny squarely on the lips. He’s really surprised. To be quite honest, you’re a little surprised at yourself as well since you aren’t usually the forward type, but maybe Julie’s party spirit has gotten a hold of you a little bit along with wanting to put more distance between yourself and any more lingering feelings you might have for Bobby.
Besides, you get the impression for all his praising and stalkerish behavior; Johnny would still be too shy to make the first move.
Johnny’s reaction says that your instinct about that was entirely correct.
He pulls away fairly quickly after you’re finished, he blushes a bit and then gives you a weird stare.
“What? I thought we were going to get to know each other.” You say.
“I…I don’t think I’m ready for this.” Johnny remarks and starts backing away.
“Wait, hold on. We weren’t going to have sex! We don’t even have to kiss anymore, I was just…”
Before you can even finish, Johnny’s already run out the door.
“Great, Suzy. Some seductress you are. (Sigh)” you say to yourself and close your door.
In any case, you go back to your laptop to help shut yourself out from the real world again. which wouldn’t be that bad, but Johnny just flat out running away from you doesn’t exactly put you in that great of a mood. You got dumped by a murderer and now you’ve run off a stalker. What does that say about you?
Oh well at least things with batteries don’t judge.
A couple hours later you get another knock on the door.
“Yes?” you ask.
“Suzy, it’s me Johnny. I need to talk.”
You’re not exactly sure if this is going to be a good idea, but you decide to at least hear him out.
“(Sigh) Hold on.” You say and get up to open the door. Johnny stands before you wearing a jacket and looking slightly more disheveled from the last time.
“Well? Are you coming in, I don’t feel like keeping the door open for all the partying assholes to peer into.” You ask.
Johnny enters the room and you shut the door and walk back to your sofa.
“Suzy, I just want to apologize. I’ve been thinking about this long and hard and I realize that I did the wrong thing.” Johnny says pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands through hair.
“Well, maybe I did come on a little strong. I suppose if the roles had been reversed I would’ve run away as well.”
“No, stop talking I need to get all this out. What I’m trying to say is that I obviously have wasted my time and that I shouldn’t have pursued you. I guess I just built you up in my head so much that I…dunno…I always do this…fuck! Shit! WHY!?!” Johnny says and hits himself in the head a couple times. He’s starting to worry you.
“Hey Johnny, you don’t need to…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP WHORE!” Johnny screams and before you even can react he’s already run up and physically assaulted you. You try to scream out, but punches you your face and another tight grip around your throat prevent that from happening. The loud music from the party and indifference of the shallow partiers from any potential noise you could’ve made probably would’ve been lost to those two factors anyway.
When you’re nearly unconscious and so dazed that you can no longer fight back, Johnny ceases his punches and reaches for something inside his jacket.
“This is going to be quick, because even though you’re a whore like the rest…I still like you.” Johnny whispers. “I…really wish this could’ve worked out…you were so beautiful…”
Your last feeling is the blade of a sharp knife slitting your throat.
