Title: Can't Run Forever
Author: Chris (teufelce@aol.co)
Website: none
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Can't Run Forever 2
By Chris
Scott.... Jesus, how the fuck did you find me?? Scratch that, not sure I wanna know... Yeah, I'm shocked. Not really a 'mail getting' kinda guy, you know? Especially not from someone I didn't expect to ever reply. I am weak, Scott, and yeah, it takes courage to walk away - but it also takes courage to stay. The kinda courage I guess I don't have.
Well, right now, I'm not on your bike. I'm sitting in a fleabitten motel room, staring at your letter and trying to figure out what the fuck to say...
Yeah, I get the point.
I wish I'd seen you without the glasses, Scott. You have a perfect smile, you have no idea how many times I wanted to try to make you smile. Instead of frown at me, when I pissed you off... Rejection?? You gotta be shitting me - who the hell would be crazy enough to reject you?? Woa, woa, woa - back up, Cyke. 'Was'? What happened between you and Jeannie? I sort of figured you two were destined to get married or something... That was how I saw you, but maybe you'd better explain it to me. Cause it looks like I didn't see shit.
Yeah, it was powerful, ain't no denying that. And I've NEVER felt anything like it before, believe me, I'd remember that.
You... holy shit... I mean.... shit, I don't know what to say here, I didn't expect that...
Alright, you're using words like 'hot', 'appealing', and 'sexy'.... you been drinking, Scooter? Sorry, that isn't funny.... I just... don't know how to respond to that. Yeah, maybe I always 'speak my mind' (tactful way to put it, Scott), but it's gotten me into more trouble than good. No, don't apologize - I ain't found shit. Whatever or whoever might've been here, the trail's long since gone cold. So you like it rough, eh, Cyke? Forget I just wrote that. I shouldn't be drinking while I'm doing this, my mouth's getting ahead of what little common sense I have... I do care about, Marie, and no, you shouldn't have misjudged me, Scott. But then again, I care about alot of people and never exactly let it show.
You don't think this, being 'free and unfettered' as you called it, isn't just as much a mask? It's an easy way out, Scott. It means never having to take responsibility. It means a convenient excuse to run when things get uncomfortable. My.... you like my chest? No, Scott, no never minds - my what?
Shit, Scott, if I'd known.... who the hell am I kidding, I still would've ran. I mean... look at me, Scott, I'm not exactly a prize. But.... it's nice to know I wasn't the only one lying awake. Shit, that doesn't sound right... you know what I mean. What you 'really wanted'? What did you want, Scott?
Let me in.... Scott.... you feel.... 'lost'? I.... shit.... I never thought.... I mean, you always seemed so fucking smug and annoyed at me.... I thought.... shit....
Like going where I wasn't wanted... Yeah, I was kinda wondering when you suddenly got to be so stupid, leaving the bike like that... like I said, Scott, you're pretty damn smart - but I wish there were more of you with me. OK, I think I'm just gonna put the bottle down now.... Yeah, that'd be a real good idea...
Tell me what, Scott? You.... you ain't the only one doing some dreaming. For once in my life, I actually look forward to sleeping...
What the hell happened? Did someone get hurt? I.... what would I 'come home' to, Scott? Shit... you'd better be watching after Marie if you got her going on your damn missions!! You.... you need what? Take care of her, Scott, please? She's... she's a good kid. Closest thing to family I ever had... And you damn well better be taking care of yourself too - I'm not there to save YOUR ass from Metal Head and his dipshits
And no, Scott, 'for the record', I am NOT sorry I wrote. If... well, if you feel like babbling again, I'll be here for a while.