Leave me scrambling for something that was never there, way to go Logan! Youv'e made meh loose meh marbles for the last time. blaugh Oh Love you lots. Prolly readin' this, tis' all alright. I have written a lot 'bout that story, oh what a bloke you are Logan. Love ya bunches. Hate that we met in the bloody awful Tavern. They are great places to have a brawl and such but ya' tink maybe we stick wit da snow covered moutains and hang in the cabin of yours.
Well I walked into the Tavern. That bloody drunk left me here and all I needed was a ride up the mountain. Well I parked my rear at the bar. I was looking pretty sussy with my paper bag. Which in it were a beer and a bottle of Vodka. I was saving in for a special moment. A moment that I knew would be happening sometime soon. Well there was a third guy at a bar other than the Bartender. He gave me water. Aww,I don't look that young do I? Grrh well anyways I kept looking at the guy. His clothes were worn out but they kept him warm. With the knee high snow I see why he layered thoughs jackets. His jeans were tightish and had holes in the knee which had to suck. I drank my water and was going to leave till the guy stood, he eyed my bag as he passed me by. I saw him eyeing it and I couldn't help to look at his rear when leaving. I whistled. He heard, but he didn't do anything. I hopped from the stool and followed at a distance that he would not notice my stalking. His truck was parked outside. It was old and I wasn't much surprised that he had a campertop. Everyone out here kept one, stopping to sleep was the thing up North. I thought he looked like a truck driver but not like the one that left me. Damn him. I wanted to say something so bad, I leaned against the Tavern walls and pulled out a beer. The scent was intoxicating. It stopped him in his tracks. He could hear the cold drink laver my tongue and quinch my dry throat. Though with every beer I drank I became even thirstier. He turned on his heals, heading toward me he made it obvious that it was me he was heading for. Now facing the man he took my beer from my lips, the bottle still held my warmth. I wanted to kiss his lips, to taste the beer on them but he just said his name. His name. Yes his name, that was all then he left for his truck, it drove away. Still fantasizing his lips I had missed my chance for a ride and now I have to run up the mountain. DAMN! I know his name now though. Which is Logan. How am I going to catch up with him? I wish I could run really fast, maybe get to the next Bar before him, that would creep him. Devilish laugh blurted from my mouth. It scared even me.
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