Marry The Night- Short Story

Marry the Night

Nylon

He could have been hot, but there was something just not right, such as his neck was too long and hands too big - something along those lines that detracted from a somewhat imperfect perfect being. Either way it was hardly noticeable to most people, most guys would ignore these small details and proceed to think he was the hottest guy on the planet. Tim or Tom or some boring and highly unoriginal name along those lines, I mean who names their child such things in this century?

I knew he liked me, really liked me, as we had been introduced prior by some girl - a mutual friend called Sandy who I happened to be out with after being bored to death at work. It gave me some kind of pleasure and satisfaction to watch those watching him, watch me. I knew he would probably be one of those me, me, me type of guys but it was getting late and I thought why not. As the night wore on, and several cocktails later, his flaws evaporated. They no longer seemed to faze me and I wondered if he was good with his mouth or if he had a big dick or a tight hole, both is better but one or the other would do as he wasn’t one to take home to the friends.

Tom

Sandy decided to drag me out once again. The thing is I just can’t say no to an invitation out on the town, even when I’m super broke - she always picks up my bill and I end up feeling like a tramp. It’s just this shitty creative industry that I belong to, no one hardly gets paid unless you lick ass and probably literally suck someone’s dick. It’s always the same here, the same music, the regulars and irregular regulars claiming their usual spots. I always saw this guy whenever we were out. Sandy knew him, they used to work together or something like that and we all kind of hanged one night. He seemed so cool, mysterious and had this dark mood to him that I seemed to like, I mean he wasn’t super hot but these qualities made him super hot, different, interesting and interesting was hard to find in a world filled with guys who are only interested in your looks, cock size or if you got a bubble butt with a tight asshole. Conversation rarely reaches past the dreaded ‘what you into’ and so many promising beautiful boys turned out to be nothing but a whore bag. I’m surely past all those one night stands yet it seems every guy I get with, no matter how promising it is at start, turns into one.

Nylon

Charlie was making out with some tall super tanned guy wearing a ‘reem’ t-shirt and cuffed jeans, his hands were down the guys trousers. He seemed to be digging deep, it kind of repulsed me but whatever makes him happy. Some guy comes over, says ‘hi - I think we shagged like two years ago’ and to put it politely my sheets had to be thrown away and the bed vigorously scrubbed, the downside to gay sex. After the fifth Destiny Child or Beyonce song either way it was her voice. Charlie decided he was leaving and that I should stay and enjoy myself. I guess I’m used to this by now so I move to the bar and take a seat. This guy, seeing the opportunity seizes the moment and sits next to me. Liam is his name. He asks if I’m alright and offers me a top up, and well he starts talking about himself and how he really liked me although we didn’t get off to the best of starts, he looks at me knowingly and I know that he means currying up my sheets. After two more drinks for him and three for me courtesy of him he moves closer and looks at me like he wants to kiss. His eyes all soft and soppy, which for a minute - no a second make me want to kiss him! I think no, knowing that I couldn’t go back to him so must at some point, somehow escape.

Tom

Hannah managed to spill drink on my Comme De Garcon shoes which to my luck are suede, my fault for wearing them to a club, I guess I remained calm knowing she’s a dopey bitch and really and truly getting angry won’t help. She said she’ll buy them back, making me think she’s no longer dopey but stupid, I mean she knows as well as I do these are Vintage, well ok four seasons old but vintage enough to not be outdated or last season and any way who follows fashions rules. In all this kafuffle, the cool kid’s friend has deserted him with Alex, some guy I was briefly dating who turned out to be a vacuous air head whose sole purpose was to consume celebrity culture via Perez and Heat. He studied the people he wanted to be as his sole purpose was to become famous, but yet he didn’t know what for, with three failed attempts at Big Brother, two at X-Factor and one at Shipwrecked, he decided to use the internet to launch his career and somehow became a YouTube hit and now interviews ‘celebrities’ such as the cast to which the catchphrase his t-shirt bears was born from. He was a nice guy in his own right but just not right for me. Our sex was good though and it trapped us both he wanted to date someone with access to the world he wished to belong and I, well I....... Someone else was now sitting next to this guy and Sandy, bored with me staring, decided to say hi and ask him to join us but I feared it was too late and I’d missed my chances. He was talking to Liam, really hot but shit in bed, shit being the operative word in more than one sense.

Nylon

This was killing me - I can never refuse a free drink and Leon, or was it Liam, kept getting me some -telling me all about his website which I hadn’t heard of but seeing his face when I said sounds familiar, I decided well yeah I did know what it was and he perked up once more. I asked him where his friends had got to and he replied with some cocky comment about ‘when you’ve got money that is your best friend and you don’t need anything or anyone else’. I knew he had money and his views on most things I disagreed strongly on but had no energy to argue about the welfare state and political parties, so I just nodded and drank. Four played out songs later and my saviour came to me. Sandy said ‘Hi’ and asked me to join her I invited Liam over to join me as I joined them.

Tom

Mission accomplished, Sandy had came back with Nylon and Liam as a plus one, I said hey to both and briefly talked to Liam about something or another before I turned to Nylon and told him he had a nice name and it was suited. He was intrigued to know more of what I meant but I just said some cheesy line.

Nylon

‘An interesting name for an interesting guy’, how original and let’s see if that’ll get me into bed tonight. He seemed cool and for some reason or another I was laughing, actually giggling and Sandy was telling me about our old boss - she was such a fat bitch - the thing is fat birds are usually labelled bubbly or a bitch, I mean so many are bubbly and happy with the world, and of course food, always putting their friends first - or no - food first, well maybe equal but whatever as they usually don’t have partners their friends are everything and you mostly do see fat fag hags with the most amazing boy which either says A. he’s hot and he doesn’t know it so he hangs with this bubbly funny, always there to listen and care for his problems or B. he knows he’s shit hot and wants someone ugly and fat to make him look more attractive and thin, either way he’s a me me me person but A over B any day. Usually bubbly birds take their anger out somewhere else or on themselves but Zara, she was one mean motherfucker who eventually fired me because I flirted with the customers, but she was yet to know how to flirt and how it works, as the customers flirted with me and I always brought trade up and actually sold stuff. I mean we were smack bang in the middle of Soho what did she expect. Tom seemed to have these amazing eyes and when he talked to you he seemed to speak through them and everything and everyone else disappeared, even Beyonce’s voice vanished and all that could be heard was him. He was saying something about his work and it was kind of interesting and he kind of moved closer and he whispered something I couldn’t make out and then Mike appeared.

Tom

Everything seemed to be ok and nice with Liam talking to Sandy, eventually after boring me, and Nylon talking to me or me talking to Nylon as he was kind of quiet, but either way he was listening and looking deep into my eyes. I was bored of this place by now and so I asked him if he wanted to leave and just like hang out somewhere else. I had this Sex and the City-esque idea of walking the street just talking on the road or walk to nowhere, but maybe I was too forward as he kind of smiled and then that vanished as he looked at Michael in disgust. I didn’t really know Michael too well but I did know he was a bit of a cunt, always talking about people and always starting trouble he had gone through so many friends, but now settled with hanging with Liam, and I guess that’s what brought him over.

Nylon

I actually hate this guy Mike, he’s such a dick I mean we used to be really cool - like I could actually call him a close friend and all that shit - until he fucking decided to fuck with my boyfriend of like two years, my only and last one. He’s such a scumbag but I decided to play it cool and say hi and small talk with the how are you and what you been up to. Apparently he works at Vogue a line I’ve heard so many times I mean Vogue really, why not I-D, Dazed, Love even Harpers, but no he decides upon the obvious. He decides to go on about how Alexandra Shulman is and how he met this person and actually hangs with Chloe Green and Amy Childs and decides to show us snaps on his iPhone 4s which was a gift from Apple and that he drives now and he’s got this car and so yeah he’s doing well, and then he turns and looks at me in this satisfied way and says so how about you. After I give him a brief summary he finally nods and says ‘so not much then’ he moves over to Liam and they start necking so thankfully it eliminates two annoying people but then the conversation turns into a threesome with Sandy rejoining and the intimate moments before now gone.



Tom

Sandy decides for me that we should go, I mean I love her to bits she reads me so well, so she goes to get our coats leaving Nylon and I alone. I ask him if he wants to come with me and he puts on this coy show, I laugh and tell him it’s just to hang like we did before and I stupidly invite the other two to try and show him how relaxed it will be. He smiles and then when Sandy comes back he finally decides to say yes and so we head off.

Nylon

I was getting kind of bored and then Tom asks me to come back to his, I know myself even if I don’t even like the guy I will shag anyone as I’m just a horny bitch so I try not to get myself into those kind of situations, but he had a charming smile that made his eyes sparkle. The other two douches decided to come along which wasn’t all bad as it meant we got a lift in Mike’s car. He decided to blast Cassie - I mean come on of all the acts who remembers that bitch I think Liam was giving Mike a hand job in the front which was kind of off putting, as we were forced into silence as any attempt to talk the music ate our words.

Tom

Finally Home and it’s all quiet the car journey was annoying shit music and with Liam and Mike getting it off, they just can’t keep their hands off each other and I thought they were friends I guess that’s the most confusing thing about being gay - the relationship divide between friend and lover and I hoped Nylon saw me more as the latter.

Nylon

Tom and Sandy’s flat was really cool. Actually it had nice vibes and was very bohemian as Sandy was a singer and Tom an artist and it showed. Liam and Mike basically were making out hardcore in the corner of the room so it turned into a three way conversation again which was cool as they were both really grounded. Orleans, Sandy’s boyfriend, decided to come with a crate of beer and it was a much needed break. Sandy’s a cool girl and all, but I wanted it to get back to us, me and him. Orleans was fucking hot either way, he said he was bisexual and caught Sandy giving him the eye in a gay club and decided to go into the whole difference between the sexes ad that sex was a sport and with men there’s more passion - its more violent it’s like a war, a battle between two men where one submits to the other, the way he was talking about was getting me kind of horny and I don’t know why. He kept going on and on about the most important acts in life are violent or involve violence from sex to birth to living to death. Liam asked him if he was able to make it sound so good with a man then why he now fucks a woman. He replied vaguely about its not solely about sex or the sex he has, but its about the connection and he has that with his girl. I think Sandy was bored of all the talking and decided that it was time to go to her bedroom - she was either really pissed off at Liam’s comment or she was mad horny. She gave her air kisses and called Tom outside the room.

Tom

Sandy was kind of pissed about something, she always gets really wound up about Orleans’ sexuality and we’ve argued about it so many times, well she has with me as she’s scared that he will leave her for a guy. She reminds me she’s got work, so to please keep the noise down and to get Liam and Mike out as soon as possible as they’re both twats. I kind of dislike this most about her  how temperamental and touchy she can become. I always told her it was a bad idea to date Orleans, I mean he’s hot and so fucking cool but he’s tried it on with me on more than one occasion and told me how much he misses cock but whatever.

Nylon

So basically I am in a room watching a live porno: Mike is sucking Liam off and I have nothing else to do but watch, Tom comes back inside and seeing what the other two are up to just decides we should go somewhere else and let them get it over with. He takes me up some stairs and into an attic with a glass roof, the attic is filled with artwork which I can only guess is his own. He makes a modest comment about them but I wander over and take a peak. They’re intense, startling and shocking with vivid colours and violent strokes but it feels new, fresh and unseen and he tells me he hates to show people his work and I laugh. He looks hurt and then I have to reassure him that they’re good but I really mean great, but don’t want to seem to keen. He tells me he brought me up here as his bedroom would, you know, be too suggestive, I laugh again and he looks down. He pulls out some cushions and lies down on the floor and tells me about constellations so I join him on the cushions gazing at the sky which does play like a bad version of Lion King or something but in truth is amazingly sweet.

Tom

To avoid watching Mike getting fucked I decided to leave the room rather than chuck them out as I guess it would be rude and Nylon might leave with Liam as I guess they came together so I took him to the attic which was a mistake as he laughed at my work but then insisted that they were good, I hate false politeness. I told him I didn’t want to take him to my bedroom and he laughed - I mean I must sound like such a pussy - so as I always do I start babbling and before long we’re looking at the stars and it’s so stupid and like some bad rom-com but it’s a really nice moment. When I shut up he tells me how I seem different from most guys and that this night was what he needed as he’s just been cold and cynical about men, since two years ago his last boyfriend fucked him over with his ex-friend who happens to be getting shagged downstairs. He told me about his struggle to find someone decent and his struggle to acknowledge he was becoming ‘just like that’ the thing he hated with so many one night stands, and how with every cold he feared HIV no matter how safe the sex was, he told me of the abusive father who did actually sexually assault him and was sectioned, so can’t blame him fully how his mother’s weaknesses in the matter forever made him look at women in a different way.

Nylon

I don’t know what came over me but Tom seemed so different like the most genuine guy I’ve met he was so open telling me about his struggles with his sexuality how he had a twin who couldn't handle being gay and that he hanged himself because he was bulled so bad, but he always admired his brother’s strength as he celebrated his sexuality every day and how he regrets not telling his brother he was gay too and not showing more support and how he hates gay films as most have bad endings with either one character dead or reverting back to straight and that mainstream TV has a long way to go with allowing the young to accept their sexuality and that it shouldn’t just stop at Sugar Rush or Queer as Folk and it shouldn’t just be super queens like Alan Carr, Gok Wan, Graham Norton and that Kristian Digby was hopeful - but look how he ended up and how the media treated his death. He spoke with such passion that it made me want to kiss him right there. You could tell he had a cause and he loved what he did and found what he wanted to do which made me seem even more pathetic. He was so open to me so before I could stop myself I was so open to him. I was kind of cold and he saw that so he gave me his hoodie. What a fucking romantic!

Tom

He looked so cute in my hoodie the colour matched his eyes and as we talked I just wanted to touch him, hold him and kiss him but I didn’t know if he wanted the same and rejection would be a killer as I was pretty open right now, open to and for him. He moved closer and whispered something in my ear, his lip touching it and causing a slight wetness that tingled as he breathed. I couldn’t help what happened next but it was clouding my mind and I had to get it off, so I kissed his lips once, twice and then the third time his mouth opened and he let me. The next thing I knew we were full on kissing with such lust that I bit him, drawing blood, which made me withdraw - both embarrassed and also due to safety and all that.

Nylon

He kissed me softly at first and I was taken back at how sweet it seemed, how sweet he tasted. His tongue entered my mouth and began tracing circles on my own, I was still letting him take control and then from nowhere, passion - it engulfed me, maybe us, and we started kissing like mad. He bit me by accident on my lip, drawing blood, which I found incredibly and weirdly kinky, clearly embarrassed he withdrew. I Never actually had a night like this before and for some reason it felt like I knew him, like really knew him, and I didn’t know what was going to happen next but I knew I didn’t want it to end here, like it does with most.

Cruel Summer- Extract

Selina was the most exquisite of the five sisters, through bred, tall and slender her features were fine and fair and her eyes captivated all who she set her gaze upon, which they rarely did, she always seemed distant and far and talked to many without fully accepting or acknowledging their presence. A model for fun since 13, truly picturesque any photo could be made by her presence and undone by her absence. From young she had been blessed with a body, 'the body' that rivalled that of Gisele, slim, slender with curves. As Tom entered the Garroway house she was the 1st he set his eyes on, he nodded she yawned, she seem discontent and disconnected by her surroundings at 22 she had already been there and done that, travelling around the world previously engaged three times to men of extreme wealth and social standing ; A prince, A Lord and then the son of one the worlds richest men, all had been left heartbroken as she grew tired and bored of their company and gifts. Dree came bounding down the stairs and gave Tom a warm, welcoming and almost sincere hug. Dree was the middle child, 19 a beauty all the same but nowhere near that of her elder sister, she was also the reason for Tom's presence in the house. At school they had become firm friends as Dree dated John a close friend who was to arrive at some point and someday soon with John it wasn't ever a matter of when it was always if he would grace where summoned with his presence. He was handsome and rich exotic looking due to an Indian mother and an Australian father yet that added a mystique to him. Dree had invited John and John had invited Tom, Tom invited Debbie but she was yet to arrive to. ' Darling you came!, no word from John you know how he is, strolls in whenever he feels ready. I thought you would come with Debs, give me two seconds someone will be down to show you to the guest house where we'll all be living I'm so excited for this summer' Dree cooed. True to form a young man no older than Tom appeared well turned out in a tailored suit that was monogrammed with GW the initials of the clan that resided here. He managed quite easily to juggle three cases walking down the long winding passageway. Dree had since vanished and Tom was now alone with the stranger. After jumping in a cart and driving across a long lawn in the distance four smaller houses well smaller in the sense of more regularly sized 'This is where you'll be staying sir' the boy said in a heavily accented voice that was hard to place. ' Thank you, may I ask your name? And your accent is different' Tom whispered unsure if the help was supposed to remain silent. ' George is my name sir and the accent is mexican and cuban its where I grew up and where my parents used to live' George said in a hushed tone. ' How old are you George?' Tom asked. Before he could answer Lily came bounding in Dree's twin 'shoo shoo now George'. George left hastily leaving Lily and Tom alone. "This is where we'll all be living a whole summer of pleasure & leisure, I don't know why you had to invite Deborah she's so boring' Lily snapped. "I thought it would be fun she was my girlfriend". "Was and is an ex normal people don't bother with excess baggage but you never seem to let go even calling & texting Charlotte". Tom who had always found Lily a busy body who loved gossip & drama was about to blurt out but then saw sense he knew this was on the cards when he accepted the invitation. 'Anyway dinner will be at six as its hot we thought to dine on the lawn' lily said ' you're cooking' Tom asked ' Don't be silly, hands like this don't remain soft for no reason and I just got a pedi' she snapped
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Calm-Short Story

Another day and another dollar was to be made, there was something about being here that settled my wandering spirit for once, I was occupied with work and the money gave me a freedom that I had never known there was something that made me feel alive that jolt of electricity that I hardly felt in London living there was good yet work was slow and partying in London was fun drunk but I could far to easily get lost in the haze of doing the same thing over and over and let's not even talk about Kent my hometown it was stifling, suffocating and truly boring. I knew I had always wanted to travel to see the world, constantly scared of routine and repetition and now I was living fast at a pace and speed that was refreshing.

Everything was going well yet I didn't think it could get better, I was happy, surrounded by my best friends in a foreign country working hard, making money from doing what I loved and meeting new people genuinely interesting individuals too, yet how wrong was I was though.

Charles was someone I was talking to on Facebook for sometime eventually our digital existence expanded beyond just the one site into video calls and sending music and pictures to one another. Connected yet without the physical connection. I was in awe and I had never met someone so hot, so calm & collected and someone with so much in common with myself and when it was decided that I was to go to New York my heart skipped a beat.

He was in LA working for some fashion designer when I arrived, we hadn't talked for a week, our longest since we began our talks yet I knew he was out there preparing a show and it kept him fairly busy which gave me time to find my bearings, hang with friends and be a tourist for the meanwhile, it was when he told me he was too return to NYC that I was truly excited. Here was someone I'd talked to for at times half to a whole day and now I would get to in reality.

We met in a coffee shop, cliché I know but it was nice we shared some cake and laughed about this and that breaking the ice although it felt like I had known him for so long and it wasn't too awkward just weird that he was here and I was there in the same place looking into his grey eyes and loosing myself to them, to him, free falling. His hand accidentally touched mine there was this surge of energy, not sexual but pure and fresh there and then it seemed like everything and every other in here and prior didn't matter all that did was this, here and now.

Spending time alone with him renewed my energy for so long, I had been trying to make others happy for too long that I forgot my own happiness and began to lose myself becoming nothing but a mere shadow following my friends who couldn't be alone. my best friend it seemed was petrified of his own mind and the power it held he had to be with someone, anyone at all times and that's what scared me. With Charles I could get lost and let go, I wouldn't be judged just held and loved it was my own secret sanctuary and I was happy.

We met several times hanging around New York both European aliens seeing new things and seeking a thrill. He thrilled me with his funny French laugh and he had this way about him that he couldn't help every action every word seemed sexually charged and although we had done nothing yet hug it all was innocent and everything we did felt new I had never been embraced as he embraced me. There was a time I was frustrated doing receipts and he came in and hugged me and sat on my lap we spun the chair around and around and at that moment I felt wanted and needed beyond sex and it was a magical ride, exhilarating and one I wished never to end.

It came to light that soon it would and these days that felt unlike any other I had spent on this earth where I no longer had to think too hard and all I did was feel. We went dancing one day when he dropped the bombshell that in 4 days he was to return to France, tired and hurt he did the usual picking my mood up by grabbing my hand and running towards a large locked door the air was filled with smell of chlorine and he smiled at me, letting go and briefly & suddenly reminding me to that soon I would lose him. He began climbing and I soon followed jumping over the gate we ended up in a public pool yet it was so pretty the lights illuminated the water casting an eerie glow, Charles stripped down with speed to his extra fitted Calvin's showing off how tight his body was and showcasing his ripped torso with abs on abs that looked rock hard, his boxers clung to a shapely formed ass as he ran to the water and jumped in
I did the same tumbling as I tried to free myself from my trousers, I jumped in and he swam over to me, he whispered 'no time to waste' sending a shiver down my spine, his body pressed against mine and I could feel every muscle instantly turning me on, I wanted to move back in case he noticed but his arms flexed and his hold was as strong as his gaze that had this look he was devouring me, something said he wanted me, needed me that look of lust and I moved in as he did and our lips met, there was haze as what happened next was so good his lips were soft and I had never been kissed as he kissed me, it was like I was a virgin prior to this it was all play yet this was it the real deal.

The four days passed with speed and every touch, kiss and orgasm seemed to intensify not just because the passion grew or our feelings for one another but as every other one was closer to the last. We did silly things putting on wigs taking pictures dancing to cher, attacking new york in clothes bound for stares, whispers and abuse yet always falling into the security of each others arms at the end of the nights. I didn't need to drink I was drunk off him his energy and his presence made me naturally high, never had another made me feel so complete and alive and for those days shared I lived another life, I was another me that person I always wanted to be the right one living in a living dream that had to be the best days of my life.

Charles had become so much a fixture in my world that New York felt empty without him, he brought joy, laughter and excitement. His friends became mine and mine his yet now his friends that remained reminded me too much of him that I couldn't be around them no matter how lovely and my friends just couldn't fill the void no matter how caring. The magic of the trip ended on the last kiss I received, as I watched the plane boarded fade into the distance something inside me too faded.
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Urban Youth- Kane- Extract

You know that you exist and you like every other individual are in a world within their own world, lovers, friends, family all co exist and form part but they to are separate. I knew I was from nowhere going nowhere fast, I was on a train that was on a journey yet the journey had no final destination yet always ended up at the same station with the usual familiar faces abroad all with their own baggage. It seemed for me I was the only one looking to turn nowhere into somewhere and go some place, I was tired of the same thing and going round in circles. I had to get away.

Meeting Tyler was always the same these days he'd look at me weird and say something stupid that was funny when I was 14 he has no direction, I mean I know I can't write the rule book but he still wants to beat and bully year 7's, rob our rival year 11 classes and rob handbags and I pads from poor victims on the street. I used to get thrills now its just chills. I used to be in the same class as Tyler but they decided to separate us we still had lessons together which was fun and cool but the break was much needed.

Chelsea Girls extract

Leanne

Once again another boring day, Ashley was supposed to meet me at 10 but got sidetracked as she so often does these days, her many trips to Tottenham, she’s trying to be edgy and date ‘a rising grime star’, whatever that means falling into the cliché lifestyle of weed and gangster rap she even braided her hair, like who does that? So I decided to meet Karen not my first port of back up call but Tara dropped out on me and I needed some good retail therapy to get me out of this mood I was in. I don’t know why or what but I just felt angry & restless I had just got back from Miami having just got back from Barcelona having just got back from Barbados having just got back from Ibiza, so I was all traveled out and so even a holiday would be boring. Cartier needed a new watch, Harvey Nichols to try on some Celine & a cute understated Burberry shirt and of course some new Nicholas Kirkwood, Louboutins had become too common so I was all for Charlotte Olympia & Kirkwood.

Ashley

Rick is so hot, we’ve been dating for like three months now & I can honestly say he is so much better than Hugo in like every sense, he’s exciting, different, rough, rude yet tender and loving at the same time. He has plans and one day will be famous it’s not all about functions and fund raisers, business and growth, forecasts & projections and its different and fresh and everything I do feels new. I know Leanne & Rezza have got their knickers in a twist thinking I’m doing hard drugs and will end up like Amy Winehouse or something but I’m too grown for that shit, Rick is my drug and he’s got me coming back for more and more.

Karen

Leanne Calls so I thought why not a little bored and may as well go shopping, how else is there to get rid of this month’s interest, my father’s out and  my mother is in some drug induced stupor still sore from the latest bout of tweaking done in order to preserve her youth.  We end up in Leanne’s favorite spot she says she’s bored yet always does the same thing in the same order Cartier for a new watch or a love bracelet to buy some boy she’s fixated, Harvey Nicks then Burberry then Dior then Louis Vuitton, buying a new variation of what’s already in her wardrobe. We decided to get a light snack and then get pampered, my nails did need to be done and my hair was feeling a bit limp so we trotted to the salon. Ashley decided to drop in gushing over this new love of her’s Hugo her insanely rich and I mean rich ex had ran off with some guy or some story like that always wild when it comes to Ashley and her guys, the last decided to jump into the train tracks and wasn't killed but paralyzed and although ‘engaged’ another activity she does as often as changing her hairstyle refused to acknowledge he existed and called off the wedding. Rezza also fluttered in chirping about this and that making no sense and bringing up topics as stupid as anything. Sometimes I wonder if we did actually attend private school and if we did all get straight A’s ( minus Rezza’s one B) and have parents and connections that can set us up for life, sometimes I wonder why I was cursed with wealth or why doing what I want and when I want should be so very boring.

Rezza

Karen as per usual talking about politics like I gave up caring once I graduated there is so much more important things like look at ‘Kimye’s’ latest outfits. I only wanted to get my nails done but then seeing Karen’s new cut I decided I too needed a change and soon all of us had chopped here and changed there, reinventing our hairstyles for the nights all white ball. I was kind of excited as it would be my first single outing and I was ready to get back into the game and form a new hot young power couple. 

Apple

I do me because I can’t do or be anything or any other, certain times or most I’m so tired of being switched on, I think the poor have it good as they know not much yet only want to get things they can’t afford and do stuff they've never, done where as we have it all, have done most things, been most places. We know the state of the world and that it’s not getting better, understanding all things from economics to current global affairs and their reasoning’s. Naivety is sometimes good and I wonder would I rather be poor and dumb or rich and numb and I know which one I always return to. I don’t drink and party just for the sake of it I do it to stop my wandering mind. 

Introduction

Hi my name is Jaiden or Jeremy depending on how you know me or how well you know me, I've been a few things in my 22 years but mostly and most easily a creative, not an artist  a creative someone who simply enjoys creating. I ran a fashion label from 2007-2010 called Jaiden rVa James with my friend Rasharn & we did some pretty cool stuff like dressing Lady Gaga and being shot by Nick Knight and featured in magazines like Dazed & I-D. Then I launched RE-BEL in 2009 once again with Rasharn and have been working on that ever since interviewing & doing features on individuals who inspire me & reviewing cool things. I love working on RE-BEL but I felt it was time to start focusing on my own writing as well as promoting others. My true passion has always been to write not as a journalist but as a playwright & novelist. I'm working on three books at present yet concentrating on one fully in the mean time between those three I write short stories, plays, poems & songs & I feel I need a place that is a home for these works specifically. I'm going to post extracts of all the work I've done so far and what I'm working on and this is now a place for those interested to keep up to date with my work. xoxoxo