I wonder how I got here. Standing on a corner my dress nearer my
knees then me neck, offering myself to anything with a dick that goes by. A
brown haired girl of no more then 16 thought as she smilied coyly to a
passing man.
"God save you." He whispered making the sign of the cross hurridly.
"There is no god." She muttered tucking her hair behind her ear. Maybe I need to find a house, no more freezing out here. "Looken' for some company Mistah?" She asked following a man down a few steps.
"I'm a married man!"
"And does she satisfy?" The girl asked running a finger down his puffed out chest.
"Go away you ruffian!" The man pushed her away and down to the ground.
"I ain't a ruffian I'm a whore get it right." The girl said pushing herself up and dusting the dress off. People these days as if I wasn't part of the oldest profession! I deserve some respect at least! I'm still human! I think.
"You okay?" A boy with raven black hair asked.
"You want someting?" The girl asked looking him over, he looked to be about the same age as her with caramel coloured skin.
"You're dress is ripped." He pointed to the long slit she had made a while back.
"Oh that's on purpose."
"I wondered."
"You just browsing or are you gunna make a purchase?"
"What's your name."
"Magic, you're infuriating." She said. "Listen if ya ain't gunna by den walk away."
"How much."
"A buck." Magic said not thinking the boy could ever have it.
"Here ya go." The boy handed her the amount in assorted change.
"Wow," Magic looked at the money in her palm. "So where ya wanna go?" she raised an eye brow slipping into her professional mind.
"I dunno. I'm Bumlets."
"Ya evah been wid a goil before?"
"Yeah, a while ago, nevah cared about dem."
"Why did ya spend money on 'em den."
"Ta forget."
"Forget what?"
"Its not important."
"Well honey I'll help ya forget what evah it is." She whispered as he lead her away.
"That's what I'm pay'n ya for." Bumlets said pulling her close and pushing back a lock of her thick brown hair, leaving a trail of newsprint across her cheek. He looked her over swiftly and kissed her. They walked to a cheep place depositing the money and moving up stairs.
Half an hour later the boy was asleep his black hair falling onto his eyes and his arm wrapped around Magic holding her close to him. Why me? Magic thought as she decided whether or not to stay until the boy woke up. Of all the girls in the world why me? Why me why am I so hopeless. Why do I have nothing left and why doesn't it seem wrong?
Bumlets stirred opening his eyes sleepily. "Ready?" He asked her.
"Always."
Disclaimer: I don't own Bumlets (And I think I spelled it wrong.) I do own Magic.
Author's notes: Just a little thing to help break my writers Block. I got inspired to write about Magic reading Sin Sleeps With Angels by Deejay Supastar (http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1062666) She's mentioned in there in chapter three and I decided to write about her like I originally planed
Author's Clarifications:
A "House"- A whore house/ Bordello
Oldest Profession- A whore, hooker, prostitute, a little chicken (French translation)
Cards on:
STYX- They are an old band from a while ago and I have a friend who is OBBSESSED with them. She is now plotting how to get our school to pay for STYXworld membership.. Any one know Tommy Shaw's email addy? (She asked me to type it!)
"God save you." He whispered making the sign of the cross hurridly.
"There is no god." She muttered tucking her hair behind her ear. Maybe I need to find a house, no more freezing out here. "Looken' for some company Mistah?" She asked following a man down a few steps.
"I'm a married man!"
"And does she satisfy?" The girl asked running a finger down his puffed out chest.
"Go away you ruffian!" The man pushed her away and down to the ground.
"I ain't a ruffian I'm a whore get it right." The girl said pushing herself up and dusting the dress off. People these days as if I wasn't part of the oldest profession! I deserve some respect at least! I'm still human! I think.
"You okay?" A boy with raven black hair asked.
"You want someting?" The girl asked looking him over, he looked to be about the same age as her with caramel coloured skin.
"You're dress is ripped." He pointed to the long slit she had made a while back.
"Oh that's on purpose."
"I wondered."
"You just browsing or are you gunna make a purchase?"
"What's your name."
"Magic, you're infuriating." She said. "Listen if ya ain't gunna by den walk away."
"How much."
"A buck." Magic said not thinking the boy could ever have it.
"Here ya go." The boy handed her the amount in assorted change.
"Wow," Magic looked at the money in her palm. "So where ya wanna go?" she raised an eye brow slipping into her professional mind.
"I dunno. I'm Bumlets."
"Ya evah been wid a goil before?"
"Yeah, a while ago, nevah cared about dem."
"Why did ya spend money on 'em den."
"Ta forget."
"Forget what?"
"Its not important."
"Well honey I'll help ya forget what evah it is." She whispered as he lead her away.
"That's what I'm pay'n ya for." Bumlets said pulling her close and pushing back a lock of her thick brown hair, leaving a trail of newsprint across her cheek. He looked her over swiftly and kissed her. They walked to a cheep place depositing the money and moving up stairs.
Half an hour later the boy was asleep his black hair falling onto his eyes and his arm wrapped around Magic holding her close to him. Why me? Magic thought as she decided whether or not to stay until the boy woke up. Of all the girls in the world why me? Why me why am I so hopeless. Why do I have nothing left and why doesn't it seem wrong?
Bumlets stirred opening his eyes sleepily. "Ready?" He asked her.
"Always."
Disclaimer: I don't own Bumlets (And I think I spelled it wrong.) I do own Magic.
Author's notes: Just a little thing to help break my writers Block. I got inspired to write about Magic reading Sin Sleeps With Angels by Deejay Supastar (http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1062666) She's mentioned in there in chapter three and I decided to write about her like I originally planed
Author's Clarifications:
A "House"- A whore house/ Bordello
Oldest Profession- A whore, hooker, prostitute, a little chicken (French translation)
Cards on:
STYX- They are an old band from a while ago and I have a friend who is OBBSESSED with them. She is now plotting how to get our school to pay for STYXworld membership.. Any one know Tommy Shaw's email addy? (She asked me to type it!)