Dead guys rock.A Story by Valkyrie WarriorThe title says it all. This is a little bit sexual, but only in references not explicit :)I woke up at 11:11 am on Saturday morning. I could hear Carl moving around downstairs, probably cooking. I slid out of bed and put on my robe, ran a brush though my hair and headed downstairs. As I expected Carl was cooking, not that he could eat but I sure could. Carl turned around and said in a rather bored sounding voice "Good morning". Carl was one of those people who had a sort of arrogant beauty, the kind of beauty that said "Look at me" but the kind of owner that said "What you looking at". I had never really liked Carl, well not until about 3 years ago when he died.
When Carl was alive we always had a sort of, predator prey relationship, sometimes I was the predator, sometimes prey. Until 3 years ago when Carl was 16 he and his friends were playing on a bridge when Carl fell in and drowned. After that we kind of hit it off.
"Morning" I replied, not downcast at all by his tone because Carl always sounded bored. Well not always, I mean when I say we "hit it off", I mean really hit it off.
"I made breakfast" Carl said, turning back to the sink but pointing to the mountain of food on my table. "No kidding" I say, siting down. "How did you sleep?" Carl asks, siting down too and drying his hands on a tea towel "Well, ad long" I said "Good" he replied, leaning forward "It will make up for tonight".
After breakfast I went to work. I work at a office building as a secretary. When I got back Carl was ready and waiting.
I swear I didn't sleep the whole night and Carl never got tired.
Oh the advantages to dating a dead guy. © 2014 Valkyrie WarriorAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 8, 2014 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 AuthorValkyrie WarriorVallhallah , My mindAboutHello again I have decided to return to this community for real this time. Sorry to all those who sent me read requests, I am getting on to those as you read this :) more..Writing
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