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could the old rogue make a come back ? I'm confused by the new one tbh
I’m going to write a short story concerning the wedding of my goddess. The happy day is not set yet, but I guess my goddess doesn’t want to wait for too long so it’ll probably take place next month or maybe November. November most likely because her birthday is also in November so she’ll be able to celebrate her wedding and birthday both at once, and enjoy a pleasurable honeymoon in the capital of romance named Paris.
Some people may assume that I must be salty and upset after hearing that news, but that’s truly not how I’m feeling now. To the contrary, however, I’m genuinely elated about this news. My goddess has finally got over the failed marriage with Reynolds and she’s gonna start a new happy life. The happiness of my goddess is always my biggest pleasure. I just crave to be a friend of hers like Downey and Evans, someone she can confide in and share her grieves with.
In the past novels of my “goddess” series I might have gone too far towards the amorous end, and it’s time for me to get things back in the right way so I’ll be a close friend of hers as I’ve always desired, without betraying my religion- my belief in celibacy. I’ve chosen “Wedding in Paris” as the le of my latest novel that I’m going to work on.
Wedding in Paris
By Mark Celibate, sponsored by Scarlett Johansson
Chapter one
Lucy and I flew back to Dallas together with Giuseppe, Scarlett back to LA to resume the work on her movies. Later we learned that Reynolds came back to life… I was shocked at the news, and also delighted. Surely that dude didn’t deserve to die just for divorcing his wife. They were probably just the wrong people to get married in the first place, and half of the blame should’ve been attributed to my goddess, to be fair. His doctors said he was suffering a sudden mysterious disease and was announced dead when he indeed looked so, and it was a real miracle that he somehow came back to life which couldn’t be explained by any medical theory that existed. It was good news anyway, to Reynolds’s family, and also to Scarlett’s.
Scarlett also heard of the news about her revived ex-husband and was delighted with it. It also sounded absurd to her but she had never had any interest in medical science or any sort of science, especially at a time when she was preparing for her new marriage… this time with a handsome French dude named Romaine Dauriac.
That lucky man used to be a journalist and he now half-owned a private company in this business. Rumors said they were introduced by some common friends of theirs, and they’ve been dating each other for nearly a year now, which’s enough time for most celebrities to mature their love… Reynolds started a new marriage not too long after divorcing Scarlett, and now it was Scarlett’s turn to get hers.
I was delighted with that news because I knew Scarlett was living a happy life in France now and her happiness was always my biggest pleasure. Meanwhile, I was also feeling a bit disappointed but I could assure you it was nothing like a man’s natural reaction to the news of his loved girl being engaged to another dude, it was because her wedding would be held in Paris which was like half a world away from where I was. I would attend her wedding anywhere anytime if it was to take place in the US, or even Canada, but it appeared that I didn’t have that much money for such a long travel. I was unemployed and still living on Rogue’s parents’ income.
But Scarlett would never disappoint me…
One day while I was playing Hearts of Iron on my dell laptop, my cell phone rang which I thought must be from Lucy because always called me to go out with her, doing stuffs that I had no interest in. still thought we were in a relationship? I didn’t know, she was a kind girl and I knew she loved me pretty bad, but how could I continue to pretend as her boyfriend with another woman dominating my head, all the freaking time? It was unfair to her, I thought, but I couldn’t break up with her either because that would possibly turn out even worse.
But the call wasn’t from Lucy…
"Mr. Smith? Mr. Rogue Smith."
“Uh, yes, this is Rogue. Who’s that?”
“Here’s Jason Shackelford, do you remember, Mr. Smith?”
Jason Shackelford? I’d heard of that name quite a number of times while my soul was residing in Scarlett, and I’d even seen that guy through Scarlett’s eyes. I knew him quite well to be honest, but I was Rogue Smith now I later realized, so I had to talk to him from Rogue’s perspective. He was just a casual friend of Rogues, I knew, they had only met once or twice, or maybe 3 times at most.
“Jason yea, sure I remember you. How’ve you been recently, bro?”
“I’m great and, so is Scarlett.”
I hadn’t asked about Scarlett yet but Jason knew she was the only person I cared about. ‘Who the gives a about Jason Shackelford anyway?’ he might be saying that to himself.
“Thanks, Jason, umm…. I heard she’s going to get married soon, is that true?”
I knew that was true, not a rumor or that you usually saw on the mirror. I’d seen that news on many mainstream websites, but I still wanted a direct confirmation from Scarlett, or someone from inside like Jason Shackelford.
“Sure it’s true, haven’t you learned that news on TV or the internet?” Jason asked me.
“Sure I have… I just…” I just didn’t want to believe it, I wished it was not true… but how could I think that way? I was happy to hear that news, ain’t I?
“OK Mr. Smith. That’s totally true and Jason Shackelford is assuring it, and that’s exactly why I’m calling now… Miss Johansson wants to invite you to her wedding, in Paris.”
My head was instantly filled with surprise and happiness at the time, “Really?” I really wanted to believe it, but couldn’t, it sounded too good to be true.
“Yes sir. If you’ll standby I’ll connect you with Miss Johansson, who wants to have a word with you and to confirm your intention to attend. Afterward I’ll come back to inform you of the details…”
Last edited by Rogue; 09-07-2013 at 08:10 AM.
Does anybody actually read this, tbh?
I don't know if anyone else is reading it besides Culburn, m>s and maybe DMC, nor do I care. The whole story is like a self-entertainment for me, and I'm genuinely hoping other people (especially those who don't love my goddess) are not reading it. Like when you masturbate you don't want no one to be watching you, imho.
You can bet your ass Jason Shackleford read it.
I don't even know if Jason Shackelford is a real person or an imaginary one tbh. My friend Cully used that name in his "goddess after midnight" so I'm using it again now in my newest novel "wedding in Paris".
Chapter Two
I felt my head was spinning round, heart pounding so hard I could clearly hear each beat of it. My palms kept sweating I had to wipe them clean on my shirt constantly. After about 30 seconds, though the time felt much longer to me like 30 minutes something, a familiar female voice arrived from the other end of the phone.
“Rogue?”............the voice he'd heard a million times thru his DVD player, in those songs such as Falling down, I wish I was in New Orleans, I don’t wanna grow up and many others which were all my favorites, for obvious reasons. “This is Scarlett, Rogue, haven’t talked to you for so long, my friend…”
“Yes my goddess, I’ve missed you so bad…” I shouldn’t have said that though. I hadn’t missed her voice that long because I hadn’t gone through even a single day without listening to her full Any where I lay my head Album at least once, and her movies were the only things that had appeared on my laptop’s screen when I wasn’t playing Hearts of Iron.
“I missed you too, Rogue.” She said genuinely, “Sorry but I’ve been too busy lately preparing for… our wedding…”
How I wished she was referring to herself and ME by “our wedding”. I was envious for the moment… getting married to that goddess was the thing I wanted most, the same goes for every person on the earth who had a between his legs, but only a few seconds later I realized that was what I didn’t want. I wanted her to be happy and I would like to do anything to please her, but it would be best if she could feel happy without me betraying my belief in celibacy.
“Yeah I’ve learned that news from many sources. When’s the happy day by the way?” I sounded just as genuine as she did, in a joyful voice. I was indeed feeling glad at the moment, after my celibate self beat the lovesick one and took the best of me.
“Not set yet, we’re planning to have it in November, and I hope you’ll attend it. Jason will handle everything for you and he’s so adept at doing all this you won’t have a single thing to worry about.”
“I’m so grateful, my goddess, uhh… I’ll be there, attending your wedding.” I tried my best to steady myself but my body still shuddered slight as I spoke, “nothing could keep me from attending, Scarlett. I’d like to do anything for you, my goddess.” I still sounded genuine but I was saying all these with little confidence. Those promises just sounded pale, even in my own ears, and probably in hers too. ‘How would she ever gonna need me to do anything for her?’ I asked myself…
“Sure I know you will. I’m so glad you’re still the honest dude you’ve always been…”
Was she supposing that I would’ve stopped loving her after hearing about the news that she was about to get married again? I craved to be a close friend of hers, close as a husband to his wife, but that was never my reason or motive for loving her… It didn’t make no difference to me, whether she was married or unmarried. Nothing could dilute my love for that goddess…
Then she continued to say after a short pause, “That is fantastic, Rogue. My French fiancé also likes your writings and he wants to meet you too. You guys will instantly become friends, I can assure that.”
“Sounds nice, my goddess, that dude must be really handsome to have caught your love, to be honest.”
“True that, he’s just as handsome as you are…” She hesitated for a while, then she continued, “And Paris is such a wonderful place you will fall in love for it at first sight.”
“It is the most beautiful place of the whole universe, wherever you are, Scarlett.”
She was moved and touched by what I just said, which I could sense thru the phone line…
“Thank you so much, Rogue. You’re such a lovely dude.” She was about to say some more about me, but she swallowed the words back. Then she went on to say, “I’ll put Jason back online. He'll also give you a cell phone number to contact him with 24/7 should any problem arise. Don’t hang up, Jason will be back shortly, and see you in Paris.” She ended the talk with an air kiss.
Scarlett’s magnificent voice was still echoing around my ears and I was so absorbed in it I didn’t respond to Jason until he had called my name at least four or five times.
"Jason Shakelford again, Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith, Rogue Smith, are your still there Sir?”
“Ahh… Sorry Jason, I was just…” I couldn’t find the right words to describe what kind of a strange state I was in. I didn’t want to hear anything so her voice would stay around my ears as long as it could…
“It doesn’t matter, bro. Here is how it will work, sir." Jason told me that the cost of this trip would be totally covered by Scarlett, supposedly, and he also informed me of some details such as when he would arrive at my home to take me to the airport, and in which hotel I was going to reside in Paris, and many others. I wrote them down on paper carefully, while my head was having a hard time ceasing to imagine how everything would work out in Paris, with Scarlett being my side, and her fiancé as well…
Chapter Three
I’d written down every detail Jason informed me of, and I was reading it time and time again so I wouldn’t miss even a single word, when my phone rang again all of a sudden, this time it was from Lucy.
“Hi Roguey, you busy today?” Lucy asked me.
“I’m free like always, honey.” I responded.
“Great, uhh… A friend of my dad’s is going to have a trip to China on business and won’t be back until Christmas so he’s gonna need a translator/interpreter during his visit there. You speak fluent Chinese right? So do you have any interest in it, hon?”
I’d already told Lucy about my past… I was a pro in Chinese and I could speak it very well. Lucy was one of the few people who really cared about me, unlike those who were just sneering at me about my current unemployment, about me being a worthless idle bum.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good one, but…” I hesitated, I would’ve accepted it in a heartbeat if she had made the call yesterday, or just a few hours ago maybe. Even though I didn’t like to work, I would’ve accepted it for Lucy’s sake, but the job she was proposing would stick me in China until at least Christmas…
“C’mon Rogue, you can’t just stay at home all the time honey…” She paused for a month, cleared her throat then continued in a slightly annoyed voice, “Have a little faith in me, dude, it’s not like I was a tarty girl like… who would lead a strange dude to my bed while my boyfriend was working outside saving money for buying me a new silk purse…”
“Of course, I ain’t meaning that…” I had to interrupt her. I loved Lucy, although she wasn’t the one I loved most because that place belonged to Scarlett all time, she was in the place right below and she was also one of the few people that I wouldn’t ever want to hurt.
“Lucy, you know I love you but I don’t wanna coddle you up in a possessive manner. You can seek love elsewhere and I wouldn’t mind it, at all. Just like I love Scarlett but I don’t mind if she’s being ed by another guy as we speak. True love ain’t selfish… I’d do whatever I can to make you happy, Lucy, without no conditions just like how I love Scarlett.”
I was waiting for her response but she remained silent, like she was still digesting those words I just said… Then as good as a minute later, she asked, “And what?”
“And, I got an invitation from Scarlett… She asked me to attend her wedding in Paris in November and you know there isn’t a thing that could keep me from going there… Thank you and you dad for you consideration and absolute kindness but… all I can say now is sorry.”
“Honey OK, I can understand it…”
“So don’t you want to come along with me?”
“Scarlett didn’t invite me, did she?”
“Hmm… well, probably not.” I was regretting to have asked such a stupid question. I didn’t know if Jason would buy an extra ticket, and how would she live through it when her boyfriend was proudly demonstrating his obsession with a Hollywood celebrity right in front of her? She knew about the obsession that I had for my “goddess” but she’d rather turn a blind eye to it, rather than accept it generously, though her generosity was already good enough by a woman’s standard.
I teared up at the end of the last chapter
Lucy is a heck of a person, to stick by someone despite one's obsession with a movie star. Knowing you'll be in 2nd place as long as his goddess lives. Great writing.
Thank your, Heel, for reading my story and giving such honest feedbacks. The Lucy girl derives from two different persons in my life, one was the girl in our high school whom I had a crush on, while the other was a college classmate of mine who had a long time crush on me, whose liking I never reciprocated reciprocated nonetheless. The high school girl was the first female that I had actually loved, before Halle Berry and Scarlett my goddess. I've got over it already though.
The college girl didn't look as good as the high school one but I could feel she loved me probably just as much as I love Scarlett right now, like she kept sending me love proposals, covertly and obliquely throughout the 4 years in college while I was adamant about my belief of celibacy. I was an ardent Leykisian and I knew I just did the right thing that every Leykisian would do, by not accepting her as my girlfriend, but I still feel sorry for her. She kind of wasted the best four years of a girl on such a head that I was.
So, the Lucy girl in my novel is kinda like the mixture of the high school girl's look and the college girl's personality, imho.
Chapter Four
I didn’t want to keep it a secret like Rogue did. I was quite proud of it and I didn’t see no reason to hide it, so I told the news straightly to Rogue’s parents. I thought they would disapprove of this idea since they had always wanted their son to live a “normal” life, getting a realistic girlfriend instead of an imaginary one. To my surprise, however, they proposed to offer me whatever support I was gonna need to make the trip possible.
“Thanks, mom and dad but Scarlett will cover the whole thing, and we don’t need to pay even a shilling.”
“Scarlett’s such a wonderful, Rogue, she’s so generous and beautiful. She’s just as beautiful internally as she is externally…” Those words came naturally from the mouth of Rogue’s dad, in such an envious and honest voice.
“George…” Rogue’s mother interrupted her husband, saying it aloud.
“I was about to say, uhh…” Rogue’s dad continued, “Scarlett is a wonderful girl but she ain’t yours, your mom and I just want you to start a life of your own.”
“Scarlett doesn’t belong to me, or anyone else. She’s a blessing to the whole human race, to all the species on the earth as well.”
“Son, I ain’t gonna forbid you to make friend with her you know, she’s a lovely girl but you can’t let your life entirely occupied by her, no matter how good she is. It’s called fixation.”
“No dad, it’s not a fixation. I just have a strong affection for her and I don’t think it’s anything shameful or hideous.” I cleared my throat and added, in a serious voice, “True love isn’t all about ing and booming, dad.”
Mr. Smith had nothing to say in response, he just shook his head amid the deep sigh coming up from his throat, and I knew it was a sign of disappointment more than concession.
But I couldn’t suc b to him. There was nothing that could keep me from going to Paris, at Scarlett’s request.
Then it came our scheduled day for the flight. Jason told me he would cover over to pick me up, so I was just waiting at home while playing Hearts of Iron on my laptop… only computer games could somewhat prevent me from feeling how slow the time passed by.
I heard the horn of a car, which was normal because our house was located right by a street, but the horn was blowing relentlessly like it was going to wake up all our neighbors in the weekend morning. I pulled aside the curtains then looked out of the window, and saw a limousine parked right in front of the door.
It was a familiar limousine, probably just the same one Scarlett traveled in during the night of the Hitch premiere a few months ago. Then a voice flowed into my years, and the voice sounded more familiar than that car.
“Hi Rogue, Mr. Smith… Get in the car and we’re on our way to the airport. We don’t have much time to waste, Sir.” Thomas, Scarlett’s personal chauffer and also her twin brother, shouted to me.
“Thomas, I, so glad to meet you here again and I’ll be out as soon as I get my feet in my shoes.”
Chapter Five
I sat into the limousine on the back seat, by myself, though it seemed like I should’ve sit front next to Thomas because there were only him and me in the car. The car was dark inside just like its surface outside thanks to the dark-filmed windows. I sat on the right half of the back seat while my left hand was nervously fondling the middle, where Scarlett would always sit. But there was no Scarlett today…
“Nice to meet you again, Thomas, how is your sis?” I greeted Thomas, but not without asking about his sister.
“Scarlett is waiting for us in Paris as we speak, you know, she and her fiancé have a lot to do over there in preparation for the wedding.”
“Have you met that guy before, I mean in person, that guy who’s your expectant brother-in-law?” I asked.
“Not yet, but I guess he must be a really handsome dude to have procured my sister’s love. She’s not an easy girl. She’s very selective about the choice of guys indeed.”
“I agree…” I didn’t say any more. I had intended to say some more admiring that French journalist, but I finally decided against that idea because any words I was about to say would sound pale and fake.
Thomas was a careful driver as much as the word “careful” went, but it still only took us half an hour something to arrive at the airport… It was an early weekend morning so the roads were basically half empty.
The car was parked in the parking lot. Thomas stepped out first and went on to clutch the handle of the back door, opening it for me to come out. I was trying to open it from inside but had no idea how, or it was because I didn’t dare to touch anything on the door most of which was like gold-made.
I walked towards the rear end of the limousine to pick the luggage. Then suddenly I realized there wasn’t anything in the chuck to pick.
“Oh … I left my luggage back at home…” I condemned myself. I had packed a full suitcase containing my clothes and my laptop, and some other s, but I went out in such a hurry I left everything behind except myself and my love for that goddess.
“No problem, Rogue, my sister and boss Scarlett has got everything prepared, more than you’ve ever expected. You don’t need a single thing to bring along.”
“Thank you, Thomas, and your sister.” I looked up at him, he was about 5’10 tall and broad faced, his hazel eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses. He looked just like Scarlett in some way, and I felt a sudden impulse to kiss that face for the moment, but I forbore to do so.
Chapter Six
The plane only flew for about 6 hours before arriving in Paris, but it felt to me as if 6 years had passed… I couldn’t wait to see my goddess again. I was talking with Thomas all the way and I wasn’t such a talkative person, varying from politics to trivia, and eventually to things that neither of us had any idea what we were talking about. Thomas was a humorous dude just like his dorky look suggested and it was really enjoyable to talk with him, but not as much as I liked looking at his face which looked so similar to my goddess’s.
There was yet another limousine waiting for us at the airport, from which stepped out a mid-aged man in black suit and sun glasses whom I easily recognized. It was Jason, Jason Shackelford.
“Welcome to Paris, bros, you’ve arrived just on time buddies.” Jason greeted us, giving each of us a quick hug.
My body began to shudder in nervousness before I could say anything back because I had vaguely seen another person sitting inside the car, in the front seat next to the driver’s. ‘Could it be Scarlett? No, calm down, Rogue, that ain’t where Scarlett usually sits…’ I tried to steady myself but made little effect as my body was still trembling, my palms sweating and my mouth numbed.
Jason led us into the limousine and sat in the driver’s seat himself, Thomas and I sitting on the back seat, not until this point did I know that person sitting next to him was not Scarlett. I felt relieved and my body came back to normal function. It was not Scarlett, but some French guy whom I’d never seen. He was talking to Jason in French and he spoke it so fluently that I was convinced that French was his first language, though I had little idea what he and Jason were talking about.
His head turned back all of a sudden, looked at me and said, in English, “So, you’re Rogue?”
His French accent was easy to tell but he was still rather good at English by a foreigner’s standard, so I had no problem understanding what he said.
“Yes, I’m Rogue Smith, nice to meet you.”
“Me too, Rogue, I’m a big fan of you, you’re the funniest poster I know.” That French dude said.
“You’re a big fan of me? I don’t think I’ve had any books published yet, to be honest, nor have we ever met before, have we?” I was confused.
“I’ve read a lot of your posts on Spurstalk, Rogue. You’re so funny it makes me laugh every time I read your posts.”
“So you’re also a member of Spurstalk?” I asked.
“Sure, I’m Brazil, do you remember?”
“Oh, that’s you. You’re one of the top posters upstairs, I think.” Brazil was someone I could’ve hardly missed. He was a well-reputed poster on Spurstalk and Brazil was his screen name. He posted predominantly upstairs but he also roamed other forums every now and then. And, unlike most spurs fans from Argentina and France, this dude could always give a straight face to the facts when Tony Parker had a poor game. He loved the spurs as much as any San Antonio fan does, so he was a real fan of the team rather than a fan of some certain player, Tony or Manu.
“Brazil is a colleague of ours, also working in the movie industry and he’s also a friend of Mr. Dauriac, Scarlett’s fiancé, and he’s been helping us a lot since we’ve begun preparing for the wedding here.” Jason introduced that dude to Thomas and me.
“My pleasure, and I’m really glad to have met my favorite spurstalk poster here, in person.”
“You’re so welcome, Brazil, I’m far from that caliber you just described me to be.” Brazil’s eulogy kind of made me blush.
“And I’m guaranteeing you that you’re gonna see more familiar people at the wedding banquet.” Brazil continued to say.
“Like whom?”
“You’ll later check out by yourself.”
Chapter Seven
Jason was driving very fast, without any concern of getting lost because Brazil was sitting right next to him, always giving him the accurate guidance through the roads. I wanted to request him to drive slower as I felt a bit dizzy at such high speed, but I didn’t say anything for the fear of distracting him from driving, and also because I also internally wanted him to drive as fast as he could… I couldn’t wait to see my goddess.
The car entered a long tunnel and the sunshine was instantly replaced by the illumination of electronic lights. The tunnel looked familiar to me, like I had seen it on TV but couldn’t remember where it was, from a movie or a piece of news. All of a sudden, a car’s horn burst into my ears as Jason switched to another lane swiftly, and I realized it was Jason who pressed the horn and avoided what would’ve otherwise been a fatal accident. Then, I seemed to have thought of the tunnel, where I had seen it before…
It was right in this tunnel where a horrible accident happened, that took the lives of the former duchess Diana and her then boyfriend. It looked so dangerous in the hindsight that Jason began to drive much slower, sighing, “I was driving fast to save you some time to prepare yourselves, having a bath or something, but security should always be the No.1 priority, now I’ve realized.”
“Yeah you’re right, I would’ve begged you to drive slower but for the fear or distracting you.” Everyone laughed and the horror was basically dispersed.
But I was still thinking to myself, what if our car had crashed into another? I was a worthless citizen in some way, I didn’t have a job and I was still a virgin in my late 20s, so even at the biological level I’m useless too. I didn’t have anything to lose basically, but I was still scared as by the possibility of death because… If I had died I would no longer be able to observe the photos of Scarlett, one by one, those exquisite photos of hers that I never felt bored of looking at. It had always been a big pleasure for me to slide those photos before my eyes, with the music of her songs simultaneously flowing into my ears. I couldn’t imagine what a the world would’ve been without those things, relating to my goddess Scarlett. I wished that even if I was to die someday, I would be able to have at least one eye and one ear alive, so I would continue to see and hear my goddess. I also feared death, but not as much as I feared the possibility of losing contact with her…
The car arrived at the hotel where the wedding was set to take place. It was so prodigious and luxurious it looked like such a palace where the French King used to live. The fountains looked grand as cascades and the buildings were mostly made of stones like medieval castles. The grass on the lawn looked so green and smelled so fresh, that each leaf of it must have been meticulously taken care of.
There was a long walk of red carpet across the lawn, laid there for the bride and the bridegroom to walk which was obvious. I searched along the carpet and at the far end of it I saw what I had been looking for, the person I had never stopped craving to see again since last time I saw her… Scarlett was standing there, wearing her white wedding dress which looked just like the dress she wore on the premiere of The Island in UK… next to her stood her husband-elect, named Romaine Dauriac. The couple was chatting with a few friends, most of whom were either colleagues in the movie industry or local sports stars.
I walked close to see who were there… I saw Jeremy Renner, standing there exchanging words and smiles with the couple, and I wondered what his real feelings were behind the smiles on his face and the pair of his hawk eyes, knowing that he would probably not be able to kiss her so indulgently like he did on the walk of fame last year when my goddess was receiving her star.
Then I noticed a man standing so tall there, dressed in peculiar clothes which we usually saw gay people wearing in the US. At first I thought that was an ex-NBA player since he was so tall, and given the high percentage of sexuals among NBA players. But as I looked closer, I recognized him. He was a soccer player and even though I wasn’t such a big fan of soccer like Brazil and some other Spurstalkers, I knew who he was. He was at one time regarded as the best striker in the world, and he was still one of the best. I knew he would be there attending my goddess’s wedding because he was from Sweden, which was also my goddess’s fatherland, so he was a homeboy to my goddess in some way.
Last edited by Rogue; 09-12-2013 at 08:48 PM.
Chapter Eight
“Hi, Rogue. I’ve seen you, come over here bro, and Thomas too.” Scarlett said to me aloud, waving her hand towards where I was standing. I was so focused on my goddess and the people surrounding her didn’t notice that Thomas was standing beside me, under Scarlett’s order maybe.
I was so excited at the moment I couldn’t move even a muscle in my body… “I… ahh…” I struggled to say, “Hi, goddess, I’m… coming over.” But I didn’t move until about half a minute later, as soon as I felt my feet were on earth again.
A slid of fragrance billowed into my nose, and the scent grew stronger step by step as I walked towards her side, trying my best to steady myself and not to be “falling down” drunk in this intriguing smell.
“Hi uh… o, ahh… Miss ahh no, Mrs. Johanss… I’m sorry. Mrs. Doriac? I’m sorry but I can’t accurately pronounce your husband’s surname…”
“Doesn’t matter, Rogue, just call me Scarlett like always.”
“Ahh… Yes, Scarlett, nice to meet you here, my goddess, and Mr. Dor…, I’m sorry?”
“Dauriac, Nice too meet you too, Rogue. You may just call me Romaine which’s my given name.” That man extended his hand to me, then a handshake. His hand was sturdy and warm, and his voice was typical of a Frenchman, gentle and masculine. ‘No wonder my goddess fell in love with this guy’, I thought.
“And this is Zlatan Ibrahimovic, a soccer star playing for a local club.” Romaine continued to say, introducing that tall man who I recognized as a soccer player at first sight but couldn’t remember the name of. “And this is Tiago Silva, Zlatan’s teammate on the club, and this is…” The man went on, tirelessly. Most of those people were ones I had never met in person but their names had visited my years countless times, movie stars, sports stars and musicians etc…, but I couldn’t care less about them at this moment. My full focus was laid on my goddess and only my goddess. I had only lent Romaine half an ear at most, while he was introducing those guys to me.
I was gazing at my goddess all the time, unwilling to waste even a second of the time while she was still not someone’s wife… It was a strange feeling, I thought. She would always be my goddess, married or unmarried, old or young, but it would possibly make her husband feel uncomfortable if I gazed at her this way after they got married. Maybe it already did.
Scarlett also noticed the abnormal behavior of mine, and she felt a bit embarrassed so she intended to divert my attention elsewhere.
“Hi Rogue, umm…” She was stammering, a sign of nervousness or uneasiness, but she was quick enough to get her mouth back to its job. She was a celebrity and she was trained to deal with situations like this, I thought.
“Rogue”, She continued, “Romaine is also a fan of your book and it wasn’t just myself who wanted to invite you here… Romaine craved to see the author of all those fabulous novels, and he hopes you may agree to let him get your works published.”
“Get my novels published?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard, even though they were from the mouth of my goddess whom I had total faith in. Getting my books published had always been a dream of mine, not just because I would get famous and make a lot of money like J.K. Rowling, but more importantly I would be able to demonstrate my genuine love for my goddess on a much larger scale, much larger than a sports board that Spurstalk was. So that more people would understand me, understand my unselfish pure love for my goddess. Such love didn’t only teach me appreciate the beauty of my goddess herself, but also the beauty of life as well.
Chapter Nine
“Sure, goddess.” I had no reason to decline it, especially when it was requested by my goddess, whose orders I could and would never defy.
“Great, Rogue, thank you for accepting our abrupt proposal. Romaine is an eminent journalist and publisher in France. He’s very adept at his profession and he’s gonna guarantee that your book will be the best seller.”
“Thank you, my goddess, and Romaine. I just want more people to share the love with me, for our common goddess.”
“You’re such a lovely dude, Rogue. Have you brought your writings along?”
“Only if there’s access to the internet, I’ve posted them all on Spurstalk.” I paused for a moment and continued to say, “But is he gonna get them published in France?”
“Yes, of course.” Said my goddess, “Don’t worry though, French people are generally good at English and they read more books than we Americans do, and I’m sure you’re gonna win some awards in Europe before you’re acknowledged back home in the US.”
“Yes, Europeans are sometimes smarter than US people, to be honest. Like the Golden Globe, for which you’ve been nominated four times. You’re absolutely the best actress in Hollywood, my goddess, and I don’t give a about Oscar which Jennifer Lawrence has won, whose value to me is none…”
“Yes, Golden Globe is like the European version of Oscar, voted by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, and I’m so grateful… Romaine and I will ensure you that you’ll achieve just as much success here as we did.”
“Thanks, but first of all you’ve gotta assure me that you won’t sue me for mentioning your name in my novels, hahaha…” I giggled, it was a joke and everyone laughed as well.
“I may sue anyone in the world but you would be the last one, Roguey.” Scarlett explained to me, seriously.
“Rogue, it was my idea to file the lawsuit though.” Romaine chimed in to exonerate his fiancée.
“Well, I guess so. My goddess doesn’t read no French so I knew there must be a snitch in there.”
We laughed again, in friendly atmosphere.
“So Rogue, I hope you can come over and visit our house tonight, so you can download your works right into our computer from… what talk?” Scarlett asked.
“Spurstalk”, I responded, though I was once again having a hard time believing what I had heard. ‘Did she just invite me to her house, her home in France?’ I felt my heart was pounding hard and I was silently praying that my ears hadn’t been fooling me.
“Yes, Spurstalk, must be a board for Spurs fans, I guess. But Rogue… you’re a Mavs fan if I remember correct, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve been a Mavs fan since the triple J era but the mavs board is pretty much a dead one, so most Mavs fans are posting on Spurstalk nowadays, in my humble opinion, such as mono, findog, m>s and bump, just to name a few.”
“So, you only know them by their screen names?” Scarlett asked me curiously.
“Some of them are friends in the real life too, like m>s who’s Brian that you know, and Irving as well whose Spurstalk screen name is Shadowflames.”
“Sounds cool, bro. I also want to join it.” Romaine interrupted us. I didn’t know if he was really interested in Spurstalk, or that he just felt comfortable seeing his wife talking with another guy so kindly and enthusiastically.
“Cool story bro, we’ll welcome you any day, but the mods are too lazy in approving new accounts these days so if you really wanna join us, I’ll ask mono to lend you a troll account. Mono has a legion of troll accounts and he’s always glad to give them away to his friends.”
“I know you guys would instantly become friends.” Scarlett continued to say, “And Rogue, make sure you’ll come home with us after the wedding. Please, for your goddess…”
“For sure, my goddess, nothing would keep me from going.” I responded briskly and adamantly.
Chapter Ten
The wedding was opulent and well justified for the social status of this couple. I was so excited about the proposal of going to their come I couldn’t put anything down my throat, but a single goblet of fireball, which tasted very different than that I drank at Four Seasons. The drink seemed to contain more romance than what people drank in the US, or it was just because I was drinking it at such a romantic place, I didn’t know.
Several more world-famous sports and movie stars also attended the wedding, I noticed during the banquet, like Sophie Marceau who was once regarded as the world’s most beautiful woman, but who now was thoroughly overshadowed by my goddess on this night.
Tony Parker was there too, chatting with some friends of his whom I knew none of except Thierry Henry, the legendary striker of Arsenal. Parker was suffering an injury which gave him the protracted vacation while his teammates were already playing in the new season, led by TOSB Duncan and the same old bald-headed Ginobili. Henry also had the free time to attend the wedding because it was the off-season of MLS.
Henry and Parker are two of my favorite sports stars outside the Mavs franchise and I suddenly got an idea of coming over the to join the chat, but quickly abstained from it because as I came closer I realized they were all speaking French, supposedly, and more importantly, it would be rather impolite to talk with them while my motionless eyes rested on the elegant woman wearing the white wedding dress over there.
She was clinking her glass against those in the hands of her friends standing around, but drinking very little. The flashes of cameras kept blinking, dazzlingly, like she was a superstar, the only superstar on the Oscar ceremony… She was indeed a superstar, and those journalists always treated her that way without ever giving her any break, no matter it was in Hollywood or Paris.
My goddess desired to have her own privacy like everybody elsewhere, but she was OK with the intensive attention from the media and she was already very adept at dealing with that . She knew that as she acquired the glamour and fame, something else had to be sacrificed.
Finally, the wedding came to an end, and her new marriage began… She no longer needed to hide the big stone on her ring finger. Instead she was showing it off proudly…
“Hi Rogue, come over here, it’s time to go now.” The ring was shining brightly like the Venus in the dark night, jogging from side to side… ‘She’s waving to me’ I thought, as her words also flew into my ears, in the magnificent husky voice that I couldn’t be more familiar with.
I was so nervous at the moment I couldn’t even feel my feet, which were just as cold as my hands, or even colder I guessed, but I still managed to get to her place somehow.
“Rogue, we’re so delighted you haven’t gone.” Scarlett said to me.
I was used to fleeing parties and s, which I always did during college years because partying was nothing but a waste of time I thought. I’d said that many times on Spurstalk, and I knew at the moment that Scarlett must have read them on Spurstalk, or maybe she’d also registered an account there. ‘Maybe MJ is his troll? Or Calispursfan?’, I had no idea.
“I’ve fled even my graduation ceremony but, I would never let you down, my goddess.”
“Thanks so much, Rogue… Jason will drive the car and you sitting next to him, Romaine and me on the back seat.” She then turned to Thomas and said, “And Thomas, you stay here a bit longer to make sure there isn’t no paparazzi trailing us. Jason will be back soon and will lead you to your hotel room.” She paused a second and continued, “Jason will be living in the hotel too, right next door to your room so you won’t have anything to worry about.”
i'm going to be severely disappointed if this turns out to be another spurstalk cuck novel, rogue should dominate the paint like prime shaq and win his goddess back tbh
My goddess will ask Romaine and me to take turn plowing her, but when it comes my turn I'll back off, because " ing" my goddess would impose a huge guilt on my mind that I could never bear. I'll be gladly wathcing them making love, taking photos and orchestrating the whole show of the couple, like the story of Robert, William and Jennifer that Cully wrote a while back.
Chapter Eleven
The crowd began to thin and we easily made our way to the car, as my goddess directed, I sat in the front, my goddess and her husband back, Jason in the driver’s seat.
The car ran smoothly down the narrow roads paved with macadam, typical of this city with such a long history, as the ancient building flew past us both sides of the car. The buildings and roads were just like what you might have seen in The Transporter series, Statham’s trademark film series.
The car arrived at its destination sooner than I expected… it was such a tranquil garden, hidden in the thickness of a variety of planets, an ancient mansion located deep inside the yard. The building looked like Antonio Gaudi’s style but I wasn’t sure. It looked like a museum from outside, or maybe it would actually become a museum someday, known as the building where Romaine married my goddess- the first female president of the United States.
There weren’t any servants in the mansion, to my surprise, so I was the only person here besides the owners of this place, the only guest of this night.
“Oh my goddess, what a marvelous place”, I said, “Where’s the reading room, goddess? And there must be a computer in the reading room I guess.”
“Rogue, you needn’t download your novel in such a hurry, my friend…” She paused a little, then continued, “It was just a pretext, Rogue, I just wanted you to come to our home, to be our sentinel of this special night. You and Romaine can take turn on me if you would like so…”
I didn’t know what she meant by “take turn on me”… I knew what she meant but couldn’t believe it, and I was shocked, and to some extent, frightened by that proposal. I was trying to say something, despite my tongue being numbed in such overwhelming excitement, “My ahh… goddess, I’d like to do anything to please you but, your husband, would he mind it?”
“Romaine is very open about it, Rogue.” Scarlett said to me, then turned her head to ask her husband, “Right, Romaine?” She said that in a loud voice, though Romaine was standing right next to us, having heard everything she said.
“Absolutely no problem, I’m so touched by Rogue’s story I wouldn’t mind sharing my love with the writer of this tremendous story. Like Rogue wrote in his novel, true love is totally unselfish and the more people share it, the stronger it grows…”
“Thank you so much, Romaine…” She lifted her heels and kissed him in the cheek, then turned back and kissed me as well. “That’s true, Rogue”, she said to me, “You’re the hub of our relationship, at least for this special night, you are…”
“I thought it was the tattooist who introduced you guys to each other, in the first place?”
“Yeah but you’re more important to us, to both of us.” Scarlett said, in total seriousness, and Romaine nodded.
Hey rogue it's not romaine it's romain fwiw
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