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There Is Something About Jack White 3

I met Jack after I had finished with the girl with him poking the ad for some new recipe in Friday’s and we both took nachos.

“Jamie said you were a lesbian.” I was expecting a smirk but instead he ordered and I just watched my fingers pointing exactly at the food I wanted to see in my mouth soon as we both took nachos, we ate the nachos in silence and I recall him wearing a red shirt with jeans, legs crossed and he always looked ahead besides when he looked at me and smiled.

“Yeah.” I said as if just a minute had passed and I brushed my hair with my fingers hastly, quickly managing to try and bite half a finger as well. “Just broke up.”

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I remember how I met Jack White it had been when and I guess I still do call him sometimes Jack White in my mind because it sounds nicer, I had known him as John for a brief period, just briefly, when he had introduced himself muttering John and sipping his coke anxiously, something on his mind and we both shifted in the queue for chips.

I had met him when I had just had about the first girlfriend which had black hair to a side and I think I had just dated her because the word lesbian would be only applied to er on the only women I knew. Jamie had invited her and we ended up talking as she closed her eyes and muttering the ice clinging against the walls of the glass about her girlfriend. It had been exciting to touch and I guess it had been in the end all about just having a girl rather than anything else.

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There Is Something About Jack White

I quickly stroke her short blonde hair, a small sign off affection as she kisses a tip of my burnt well, she kept mumbling as we fell asleep and I ended up staying in front of the mirror, my jeans tight and still on, making my knees ache from the long idea we had of going dancing to some shit pub where girls fake lesbians by humping each other and I think someone clapped as we frenched, some too much attention from straight men which we both lack and don’t need.

There is something about Jack White.

“Did you see his new video, Alison?” As the former model falls on the covers and the bed swallows her before she exhales and laughs, blowing out smoke on her lips and smiling, laughing again like a brief angel if heaven would be us instead of burning smoke.

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“Jack White.” I had been a beaten up vinyl of De Stijl and we listened to it, managing to quickly walk down and buy a bottle of cheap tequila and cigarettes, laughing and Jamie trying to get the songs and singing the misheard lyrics, then we had walked out, laughing, mumbling stuff against each other, wearing skinny shirts and baggy old pants just to get more drinks to mix and have a hangover just to kill another day. When we were younger we just wanted to kill off more days with alcohol and when we could get hold of drugs, laughing, sometimes going hysterical like there was this one time when Jamie started screaming and the neighbors had to tell him to shut up and he opened the door mouth wide, screaming and me tapping his head with the joint in my hand I wouldn’t even recall the mix we did, but we hurled ourselves as deep as we could into the window with no air the next day.

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There Is Something About Jack White

I couldn’t fell asleep for a really long while, Agyness turning and tossing as well, maybe feeling like the tables stirred with all the people as if they were dancing and in the middle he appeared, skin as paper and clothes tight to show off the light muscles and hair curls locking the face and he held a cigarette, like a woman, that was what always attracted me in him, how feminine he seemed and then he turns off the lights, pulling a cord as if it were an old London apartment and the people dance now the dresses lit by the ends and he has a microphone which he drops with his drink and goes to me, heels clicking and pushing my head back all the blonde hair for him to see

And he kisses me hard, his lips fully on my mine, hands taking off my shirt

I sit up and Agyness curls against me, her eyes full open, lips saying something and I reply but I feel like I am in earplugs.

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There Is Something About Jack White

There is something about Jack White.

“There is something about Jack White.” Gets whispered around the table which is connected as Agyness blows on her spoon and ends up burning herself as I see her close her eyes briefly and continue eating her soup.

I quickly stroke her short blonde hair, a small sign off affection as she kisses a tip of my burnt well, she kept mumbling as we fell asleep and I ended up staying in front of the mirror, my jeans tight and still on, making my knees ache from the long idea we had of going dancing to some shit pub where girls fake lesbians by humping each other and I think someone clapped as we frenched, some too much attention from straight men which we both lack and don’t need.

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Sex was too stiff and I’m still lying on the bed naked and Alison grabs a tanktop, a leather jacket and ripped jeans, putting on her boots, not saying anything, the cigarette noises and the lighter say everything. She sits on the edge of the bed, eying me between the legs, I’m not turned on any more and I’m quite moist about everywhere, even if it was crap.

She lets me inhale from her cigarette and I close my eyes as her fingers go through my hair. I let Alison kiss me and I kiss her back just as passionately, my tongue blending with hers and I pull her on top of me.

“I’m going on a date with Mr. Hince.” Both of our eyes are closed and she leaves the room, to which I just bring the covers around my entire body, feeling too weak to compete so I just end up crying, not just because of the crap sex and Alison taking the last cigarettes. I find my boxers and my lip is still trembling, I start dressing up and I feel like taking any job, my younger sister bringing teddy bears from build-a-bear lately makes me wonder if I could get her a discount.

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I feel tired and I can see how melancholic people get and once you listen to them you actually wonder if life is really that boring. It’s like people trying to get drunk at fourteen, knowing which bars in Camden let underage people drink.

When I was a kid I’d get traumatized when people would call me ugly or last time my mother was over she called me impossible and wondered how I am alive in my mess of a room and that troubled me, just as if I was back in high school with someone trying to pick a fight, in university it was easier as everyone was just as queer with Brian Molko walking around in heels.

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I look at Alison scribbling on magazines, her jeans quite low waisted.

Supposedly men don’t please women, I close my eyes and lick the waist, putting my hands in front of her sweater, unbuttoning it and Alison just stood shocked. I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to give a woman pleasure, with Brian in my head, tangling in his own heels to be kicked out of society. I don’t think there is anything wrong with me or Brian.

I don’t look at Alison.

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