Pink Bullet 2
Max's eyes darted over to the side for a moment to catch a glimpse of Joe's face. She looked so beautiful, so inocent, so sweet. His heart ached every time she looed back at him with those angry eyes. But n this instence her eyes were glued to the screen. A explosion exhoed I nthe surroound sound and Max watched Joe jup, she let oug a screik and heldd his hand tightly.
It's alright, he said reflexivly. As he ran his hand though her hair which seemd to calm her a moment.
But as the adreneline calmed down Joes expression also changed, and it was not a pleasant expression. Quickly Max removed his hand from her head as he began to stuff popcorn into his mouth.
L..like the movie? Max whispered cautiously.
It's ok, scarrier then I expected. Joe said crossing her arms a moment. Ohhhh look their goignto kiss! she added suddenly as her eyes were glued to the scree nandthe male and female lead drew close and shared a intimate moment.
Joe let out a autdible sigh of hope, I hope I find a man like that some day, she coes, so brave, so cute. she continued to swoon.
Max held his tongue and as Joe regained her composure he pretended he didnt hear her self damnations as he shook his drink, Hummm i'm going to get more soda, want anythign swee...er Joe?
Joe eyed her with daggers and growled, snowcaps.
Max was alreasy scurring out the door. The rest of the movie followed these trends and by the end spirits were not any better then when they started. Still Joe dragged Max off to a expensive resturant to continue his torture. Ordering a expensive and large meal Joe could only finish a small portion of it, complaining about a lack of aptitie as they return to the dorms. Desite the strage nes of it all by the time they reach Max's room they are booth feeling a lot more confortable with each other. Cheaks flushing Joe gives Max a
deep kiss on the lips as they linker in the door frame. Both ofthem lost in the experience for a good minute before they break concact.
Call me anythime sweeety, max cooes.
Joe holds her hear a moment as she turns around, giving Max a seductive wink and swish of her behind as she turns away. The door closing slowly between them. Joe stops after a few steps, her expression souring in a instant as she turns back around and knocks firmly on the door. Swinging open Max looks to her with doesy eyes.
Forget something my love?
If you don't fix this, you'll loose your own jewelery, she growled before giving Max a good knee to the family jewels and storming off.
Crossing the campus Joe makes her way to another dorm, fumbling for the keys a moment she slips inside the dorm where she makes her way past the messes strewed about to one of a pair of empty beds colapshing to sleep for the night.
Hey, hey lady, get up, a mans voice urges as Joe is shaken gently awake.
Grogily she yawns as she opens her eyes, her vision slowly resolvign int othe fision of a man with blond hair, H...hey John, what's up? she says half asleep.
How do you know me lady, he says suspesiously, And where is Joe.
Joe...Joe? she yawned confused as she sits up, her breasts bouncing a moment. Like a bad dream the events of the last day rush back. Joe? Oh Joe! she says panicly as she scambles out of bed. I'm his...his sister...he..I..gotta go. she flusters as she rushes out of the door.
John blinks as she vanishes, strange girl... he sighs as he watchs her run off, cute ass though.
The bell rings as joe exits the dorm complex, her breath ragged she finds herself sweapt intothe swarm of people rushingto class. By the time she regain control of her own direction she is in the hallways. Her first class onlya few feet away. Wit ha deep breath she fixes her clothes and strides toward class. Just before entering she stops, her hand outstreached toward the door as her free hand pats her chest.
What am I doing? he mnd wanders, What am I going to do when they call role?
With s sigh she drops her head and turns around walking back out to the main grounds, ploping down on a empty bench as her head sinks into her hand.
This sucks, now what? she muses.
You look like you could use a cup of coffee, the boy's voice caught her off guard as she looked up into a pair of warm blue eyes and a outstreached hand.
Joe smiles weakly, You have no idea.
Taking his hand he helps her stand, My treat, he offers.
Hand in hand Joe walks with the boy, Thank you...
Jonas, he offers.
J...Joe. she returns.
Joe, thats a cute name.
So whats got a cute gilr like you down? Jonas offers as he sips his own coffee.
Joe nurses her own Coffee slowly , resting her head in her free hand, It's just bee na crazy day.
care to talk about it?
Joe shakes her head as he mind begin to wander, her finger tracking her lips as they begin to tingle. No not really, just tryingto sort things out.
She sighs as her mind settles on Max, a sigh escaping her lips as she touches her lips and imaagines herself in Max;s arms, held in a long kiss, and sighs, Ever have a friend do something really weird.
A boyfriend? Johnas offers.
No! Joe says energenticly, I mean yes, I mean...I don't know.
Johnas smiles, You sould talk to him, sound like you need find out how you really feel.
Y...yeah... Joe muses as she leans over and gives Jonas a quick kis on the cheek, Thanks.
Call me, Jonas calls to her.
Sure! she laughs as she runs off.
Bolting for the coffie shop Joe bolts back toward the campus but in her haste she passes by a cigar shop, as her eyes settle in the window she stops again. The cigars on prominent display stir something inside her, her eyes trackignthe lon,g thick shafts of paper as her mind wanders and her mouth waters. A large brown cigar in her mind's eye as she sits in the park, puffing on the stogies with acontneted look. A free hands slips into her pants as her imagination begins to shift. Something else, something she knew intimatly only two days ago, wrapped in her mouth as she begin to pant and she stumbles off into a empty alley way letting out small grunts of pleasure as her fingers probe deeper down her pands and she drops to her but as something she once knew well begins to pleasure her imagination. Not before long she climaxes, her boxy renched in sweat as her mind finnaly puts a face to her mysterious lover, a face she screams out in her moment of climaxing.
As her hormones normalize she slinks back futher intothe alley and fixhes her clothes, her mind spinning a mile a minute. This is insane, I don't love Max, I don't want to be like this, there has to be something I can do, something to fix this. she pants as she scurries down the street in confusion. Her wild travls eventually stopping as she reaches the steps of...
The Library, theirs got to be something to fix me in there! she exclaims as she rushes inside.
Joe slips lower in her seat, on one side she had books of mythology o nthe others boosk on the law, her face is pale and crest fallen as she pulls at her hair.
This is bad, real bad. All my Id still says i'm male. Theirs nothing to prove that Joe the girl even exists. This is just like that case, the boy whos parents were ilagle imigires. He was born here but was just as ilague as them. If I dont fix this soon i'm goignto have to prove that i'm a citizen, as a girl, but I have no records which means...
She jums tp her feet as she bolts for the lobrary, I don't want to be deported. her mind wanders as she runs through the street, Ifi get married that will protect me. her mind begisn to process as she runs. But then, then the government will check up to make sure my husband really loves me, if he does I get deported and he gets jail time. But I cant fiax love for some guy. What am I going to do?
Her rapid flight soon leads her back to her own dorm, looking around cautiously she fumbles for the keys as she slips inside, finding it empty once more. Quickly packing her clothes into a dufel back she raids the fridge for breakfest and looks aroudnthe room one last time.
What am I going to do now? she worries, John is going be worried when Joe doesn't come back.
Spying a notepad she settles down I nthe chair and pulls out a pen, her mind wanders a bit as she begins writing.
Dear John, he eyes drift down to the paper, and she lets out a gasp. The ahnd writer was more cursive and light then his own.
Fudge! she hissed, thats not what my hand writing looks like.
Dear John, she tries again.
And again, and again, and again. Until she manges to reproduce her own hand writing. Slipping out quierly with only the note left behind she helfs the duffel over her shounder and sighs as she exits the dorm.
As it begins to grow cold and dark her mind wandrs back to the only person who she can focus on, and before she knows it she finds herself at the door to Max's dorm. She stares at the door for a long while before her hand fumbles for her keys and she slips inside, tossing her bag on the couch and looking around before she colapses ont othe coush herself and begins cry.
After fifteen minutes of crying she finally works out all her pain, and flips on the TV. After much seaching she flips it off sighing as she looks around. She tugs on her shirt and gives it a quick sniff before her none controrts in disgust. Slipping out of her clothes she quickly heads for the shower and gets cleaned up. Once finished she changes int oa new set of clothes befor setting down on the couch again. And waiting.
Now what, its still hours before Max get's back...I'm so bored.
Her eyes begi nto trach the filth of the dorm of two boys and with a sigh she risses, Might as well clean up, got nothing better to do, and Maxie poo will love it. she cooes as she begins cleaning up.