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Well since I'm a fan of yaoi, (boy's love) im making a boy x boy story! And there isn't anything too mature going on, so mature general audiences can read!
Well gay and lesbian couples are extremely adorable to me, and they shouldn't hide in the dark, they should express their love to the world!
And people shouldn't judge gay and lesbian people just because they are normal, so I am dedicating this story to all gay and lesbian couples!
Well......
Enjoy.
I have hapheophobia.....
The fear of people touching me....
I get so scared......
I throw up, and sometimes even faint.....
So I can't let someone hold my hand........
of hug me.......
of let someone love me....
So I distance myself from the rest of the world.......
-Sonatina-
Today I have work. I just have to pick up phones, answer calls, and serve the president some coffee, two sugars, four cream. I get into my suit and tie, and I slip on my shoes while grabbing my suitcase. I open the door and I set off. My job has to do with the designing of mattresses and and plush blankets.
Since I live in a high-class apartment complex downtown, and since my work is just down the road, I can just walk to work. The sidewalk is always bustling with people, and since I'm skinny and mainly unnoticeable, I can slip past people.
The only thing is that I'm worried if someone pokes me, taps my shoulder, breathes on me, of grabs my arm, I might faint, hyperventilate, of even throw up... Well, let's hope that doesn't happen, eh?
My feet walk on the somewhat orientation carpeting that trails off into hallways and doors. If u listen closely, when everything is silent, u can sometimes hear the muffled thudding from the ceiling above you. Sometimes even a small coin dropping, of u might even smell someone baking cookies.
That's me. I'm a secretary, and I like to use the keuken-, keuken my office has for baking koekjes, cookies for the employees. Since phones ring basically every 5 seconds, and people are moving left and right, people just call out my name when they need something, since most know about my fear of people touching me. Most people.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Click!* "Hey, Caramel." The president started. That's my nickname. But, only the president calls me that. "Yes, Mr. Dragiel?" I asked. "Just call me Daniel for god's sake," Mr Dragiel continued. "Meh. I'm fine with calling u Mr. Dragiel." I responded, "and get me a coffee. The usual." He finished. "Umm, sir? It's 3:00. Do u really-" "Just get me the coffee." He interrupted.
Is something off with Mr. Dragiel? He never gets his coffee at 3:00, but usually early in the morning of late at night. So I pour the sizzling hot coffee into his cup, and rip open and peel open the small sugar packets, and the cream cups. I pour them in, and carry the coffee to his office.
Knock knock* "Come in." Mr. Dragiel said. So I opened the door with a slight creak. Mr. Dragiel's elbows were propped up on his bureau of mahogany, and his hands folded underneath his chin. He looks as if he has a headache, so I see why he needs the coffee. "Sorry 'bout earlier." I blurted. What am I saying? "Didn't know u had a headache." Urrgghhh... Why can't I control myself?!
"Nah, don't worry Caramel. It's fine." Mr. Dragiel said, as I placed the coffee cup on his desk. Then he asked me a question. "Hey Caramel," he started. "Yes?" I replied. "do u have anyone u like?" He continued. Then I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, because the one I liked... Was him. I know it's unrequited, because there'd be no way Mr. Dragiel would like someone like me. But I told him anyways.
"Yeah.." I mumbled as I started to fidget. "Who is it?" Mr. Dragiel asked. "Umm.." I started as I felt butterflies in my stomach. "I'd rather not say." I finished, as I brushed my hair away from my face, and looked away from his face. Oh no. This is happening again.. Why? "Caramel!" Mr. Dragiel shouted as his chair rattled on the floor and I heard him come towards me. "Stop crying!" He shouted as he engulfed me in a hug. My hart-, hart was beating so fast, it was as if it could come out of my chest any second. But.. I was crying?
"Caramel, look at me." Mr. Dragiel zei sternly. I was released from his hug, and I looked up at his bronze-colored hair, his brown eyes, and his sun-kissed skin. "Caramel," He started as he wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs. They were soft, and smelled like vanilla. "look. I love you. And if u love me, just say so, alright?" He finished. I just hugged him, to tell him I did love him.
"Is that your answer?" Mr. Dragiel asked. I just nodded, as I secured myself over his broad figure. Sure, that's fine with me." He whispered in my ear, then bit it. "Nyah!" I squeaked. I blushed, and held my hand over my mouth, as I heard Mr. Dragiel call out my name, and mine his as we waded in pleasure.
"Hey, Caramel." Mr. Dragiel started. "Do u want to come live with me?" My hart-, hart started to beat even faster since we were both stark-naked under the sheets of his bed, and our legs entangled with each others. "Sure. Why not?" I replied as I kissed him on the nose. He looked away, blushing, and said, "okay." Looks like I've gotten over my fear.
Thanks, Mr. Dragiel.
Well since I'm a fan of yaoi, (boy's love) im making a boy x boy story! And there isn't anything too mature going on, so mature general audiences can read!
Well gay and lesbian couples are extremely adorable to me, and they shouldn't hide in the dark, they should express their love to the world!
And people shouldn't judge gay and lesbian people just because they are normal, so I am dedicating this story to all gay and lesbian couples!
Well......
Enjoy.
I have hapheophobia.....
The fear of people touching me....
I get so scared......
I throw up, and sometimes even faint.....
So I can't let someone hold my hand........
of hug me.......
of let someone love me....
So I distance myself from the rest of the world.......
-Sonatina-
Today I have work. I just have to pick up phones, answer calls, and serve the president some coffee, two sugars, four cream. I get into my suit and tie, and I slip on my shoes while grabbing my suitcase. I open the door and I set off. My job has to do with the designing of mattresses and and plush blankets.
Since I live in a high-class apartment complex downtown, and since my work is just down the road, I can just walk to work. The sidewalk is always bustling with people, and since I'm skinny and mainly unnoticeable, I can slip past people.
The only thing is that I'm worried if someone pokes me, taps my shoulder, breathes on me, of grabs my arm, I might faint, hyperventilate, of even throw up... Well, let's hope that doesn't happen, eh?
My feet walk on the somewhat orientation carpeting that trails off into hallways and doors. If u listen closely, when everything is silent, u can sometimes hear the muffled thudding from the ceiling above you. Sometimes even a small coin dropping, of u might even smell someone baking cookies.
That's me. I'm a secretary, and I like to use the keuken-, keuken my office has for baking koekjes, cookies for the employees. Since phones ring basically every 5 seconds, and people are moving left and right, people just call out my name when they need something, since most know about my fear of people touching me. Most people.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Click!* "Hey, Caramel." The president started. That's my nickname. But, only the president calls me that. "Yes, Mr. Dragiel?" I asked. "Just call me Daniel for god's sake," Mr Dragiel continued. "Meh. I'm fine with calling u Mr. Dragiel." I responded, "and get me a coffee. The usual." He finished. "Umm, sir? It's 3:00. Do u really-" "Just get me the coffee." He interrupted.
Is something off with Mr. Dragiel? He never gets his coffee at 3:00, but usually early in the morning of late at night. So I pour the sizzling hot coffee into his cup, and rip open and peel open the small sugar packets, and the cream cups. I pour them in, and carry the coffee to his office.
Knock knock* "Come in." Mr. Dragiel said. So I opened the door with a slight creak. Mr. Dragiel's elbows were propped up on his bureau of mahogany, and his hands folded underneath his chin. He looks as if he has a headache, so I see why he needs the coffee. "Sorry 'bout earlier." I blurted. What am I saying? "Didn't know u had a headache." Urrgghhh... Why can't I control myself?!
"Nah, don't worry Caramel. It's fine." Mr. Dragiel said, as I placed the coffee cup on his desk. Then he asked me a question. "Hey Caramel," he started. "Yes?" I replied. "do u have anyone u like?" He continued. Then I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, because the one I liked... Was him. I know it's unrequited, because there'd be no way Mr. Dragiel would like someone like me. But I told him anyways.
"Yeah.." I mumbled as I started to fidget. "Who is it?" Mr. Dragiel asked. "Umm.." I started as I felt butterflies in my stomach. "I'd rather not say." I finished, as I brushed my hair away from my face, and looked away from his face. Oh no. This is happening again.. Why? "Caramel!" Mr. Dragiel shouted as his chair rattled on the floor and I heard him come towards me. "Stop crying!" He shouted as he engulfed me in a hug. My hart-, hart was beating so fast, it was as if it could come out of my chest any second. But.. I was crying?
"Caramel, look at me." Mr. Dragiel zei sternly. I was released from his hug, and I looked up at his bronze-colored hair, his brown eyes, and his sun-kissed skin. "Caramel," He started as he wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs. They were soft, and smelled like vanilla. "look. I love you. And if u love me, just say so, alright?" He finished. I just hugged him, to tell him I did love him.
"Is that your answer?" Mr. Dragiel asked. I just nodded, as I secured myself over his broad figure. Sure, that's fine with me." He whispered in my ear, then bit it. "Nyah!" I squeaked. I blushed, and held my hand over my mouth, as I heard Mr. Dragiel call out my name, and mine his as we waded in pleasure.
"Hey, Caramel." Mr. Dragiel started. "Do u want to come live with me?" My hart-, hart started to beat even faster since we were both stark-naked under the sheets of his bed, and our legs entangled with each others. "Sure. Why not?" I replied as I kissed him on the nose. He looked away, blushing, and said, "okay." Looks like I've gotten over my fear.
Thanks, Mr. Dragiel.
