2. Make Me Stay
Caramel Machiato. That sounds...$7.00? Always count on Starbucks to charge you per bean! But...caramel...alright. An Olympic gold medalist deserves to splurge once in a while, right? Besides, I have hours of signing autographs for little New York losers to look foward to. Yay.
Adam:
No Frills Decaf "coffee substitute"...mmm! Some room service! I groan, and turn over. I *so* do not feel like signing umpteen zillion autographs tonight. Especially since I've been using this hand quite a bit, due to my frustration. I'm watching Glory. Not even the way Matthew Broderick`s hands look in those gloves are easing me. Besides, he's gonna be there. Yay.
Kurt:
WWF NY. You know, I'm really fucking tired of this place. Fried food, raunchy adolescents, loud noises -you'd think I'd be used to this stuff, right? People are supposed to get calloused when faced with the same spiel everyday. Me? I get more and more irritable. Oh, yeah, and if one more young lady flashes me,...well...not that it...bothers me...
Adam:
WWF NY. You know, this place has really begun to grow on me. Good food, responsive fans, lotsa noise. It used to be a bit much, but I've pretty much calloused. Wow, they're coming in by the zillion! Awseome -but if one more chick flashes me...'cause it really bothers me.
Kurt:
I am *NOT* jealous just because Adam is checking out every individual with male genitalia! Let him be...you know. I like being normal! He looks so nice, though. Jeff's done quite a job being his own personal designer...oh man...that's probably not all he is. Well, forget it now! No use competing with Jeff Hardy, the mexican jumping TWINK. Ugh. I don't feel good.
Adam:
Great Scot, he's not even jealous! And I've been scoping out everything with a penis! Fine! Let him be...straight. I like being normal! He looks so worn out, though. Everytime I see him, Chyna has to be his leaning post...oh man...that's probably not all she is. I got it. She's probably filling his head with how "straight is great", and repressing anything out of the "ordinary"...ugh. I don't feel so good.
Kurt:
There goes my Caramel Machiato. I wipe my mouth off with a piece of that cheap bathroom toilet paper from the roll beside me. This stuff doesn't pamper my gentle skin -wait, forget I said that. I hear footsteps behind the stall. Ohh...I recognise those sauconys anywhere. He's here.
Adam:
Could this bathroom be painted a tackier shade of orange? Christ. Hey, wait a minute, I recognise those nikes. He's here. I go into the next stall. Aww, he's yacking. Probably thought of how nasty and immoral I am. I sound like something off Telecare! He must think I'm the most revolting, perverse...ah, shit...there goes my no frills decaf coffee substitute! Lemme get some TP. This stuff doesn't pamper my gentle skin -seriously!
Kurt:
Aww, he's throwing up. He probably looked at me. What do I care, right...? Lots. I gotta get out of here (unlocking stall). Hold it! I know this song...it's Ani! I turn around...*Adam*..."Hi."
Adam:
I know this song...it's that chick singer, Annie, or something. Ok, I think I'm done. I'm sure he's back signing anyway (unlocking stall)...oh...my god...right there, looking at me...*Kurt*..."Hi."
i'm going to turn
and walk away
you wait till i am far along
then run and come
and catch my arm
and say you'd die
if i were gone
yes i'm going to turn
and walk away
you can watch me go
or you can make me stay
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