Chapter 3 part 2 Sorry dudes. I gave up naming the chapters.
How to read algae’s retarded story (for first timers) – Go to the left pane and under chapters, go to Chapter 1 part 1. There, start reading. Because the latest posts are already in the later chapters. POV stands for point of view. Different parts of the story are written from different perspectives. Thanks.
Darren's POV
What in the world was I trying to do? I was behaving like a stalker. I felt sick in the gut. But all I felt was warmness in my heart when I caught Claire and Emma walking into Victoria’s secret. Oh, what a coincidence. Shut up. What coincidence? You followed her here, you bastard, I scolded myself. After she drove the Volvo away from my house, my Mercedes quickly sped off and followed her back home. Then, there was this skinny guy who came out and drove the Volvo. There was no way that guy could be Claire’s boyfriend. Probably it was Emma’s boyfriend. Hey, but it didn’t make sense. Hmm… I guess he could be Claire’s brother. And Claire definitely got the better of the genes. As I was pondering about this, Claire and Emma had already finished shopping, coming out laden with paper bags. Maybe I could be gentlemen and offer them my help. “Hi Claire. Hi Emma.” I walked briskly towards them, waving my hand in the air. And I realized that I must have really looked stupid. “Hi Tisdale.” Claire muttered my last name, obviously pissed at me. “Hey Darren. What a coincidence to see you here. Shopping for your girlfriend?” Emma asked brightly. I seriously hated the word ‘coincidence’. And why must Emma be such a bitch? What girlfriend? “Not really. Just having lunch and hanging around.” I answered coolly, trying to hide my irritation. “Ooh. So don’t you have to go back now? To do the assignment?” Claire hissed as she tried to balance an adorable baby girl in her arms as she pushed the stroller laden with a few shopping bags. “Not really. I figured that you might need some help. And I would love to take a look at this sweetie pie…” I cooed as I made a face at the baby. “Humph.” Claire jerked her elbow and swished the baby out of my sight. “Claire…” Emma whined as she switched the load of bags from her right hand to her left. “Just let Darren help. After all, I think that Melanie’s tired. You’d better head down to Thriftway and back home.” And the baby girl named Melanie started sobbing. Probably she did agree with Emma. “Hush, sunshine. Hush, sunshine.” Claire wriggled a bit, rocking the baby in her arms. Wow. Look at all her maternal cells working to soothe the baby. She was really a hell of a woman. And within seconds, Melanie was tucked in her arms, suckling on a pacifier. “Please, Claire. I really have nothing to do. And if I go back, mom and dad will start to nag.” I pleaded. Emma smiled. “You have something to do.” Claire snapped. “Claire…” Emma whined. “Fine. Are you free to drop me off at Thriftway, let me do some shopping and bring me back home?” Claire finally relented. “Yeah sure.” “Thanks.” Claire relaxed into a very motherly smile. She looked beautiful. “Bye Darren. See you, Claire.” Emma mumbled, as she pecked swiftly onto Claire’s cheeks and continued her shopping adventure. I started pushing the stroller as Claire kept her arms all over Melanie. “You don’t really have to do this.” She said as we reached the car park. “It’s ok. Anyway, whose baby is that? She’s so pretty.” I asked, changing the subject. “Oh. Erm. Melanie’s my niece. And I must admit, she did got some nice genes from me, ya?” Claire laughed quietly. “Yeah. At first, I thought you were the mother. I mean, you two are so alike. Both are you are so gorgeous.” And it took Claire five seconds before she could respond. “A lot of people say that.” She muttered as looked at Melanie with loving eyes. “Of course. Everyone thinks you’re pretty.” Claire blushed, her cheeks turned into a rosy shade of pink. I leaned down to kiss her scarlet cheeks. And the movement of my lips brushing against her soft skin seemed as those it was perfect. Even though it was a fast peck, my dick remained uneasy in my pants. Ugh. “As in, a lot of people think that Melanie’s my daughter.” Claire spoke after a long silence. “Oh.” “Hey. Turn in here. Thriftway’s on this avenue.” Claire instructed, her elbow bumping into mine. And she pulled her hand back immediately to stroke the baby’s lovely face. And in that short second, I felt a great thrill. As in I have just fallen from a cliff. It was exhilarating. Claire was definitely a hell of a woman. Surprisingly, I had no problems with opening the baby stroller. I was pleased with myself. Claire too. She kept on smiling faintly as she placed the sleeping baby gently into the stroller and led me into the store. We spent nearly an hour there, checking down the items on her shopping list. At the checkout counter, she dazzled the male cashier with a heart-breaking smile. Oops. And he just dumped a packet of skittles into her carrier. I was like ‘wow’. “So where do you live?” I asked, innocently, as if I had never stalked her all the way to her home. “Twenty Fifth Avenue.” “No problem.” “Erm. Darren? Would you… kind of… like a meal at my house?” “Huh? What?” I was so shocked by her question that I nearly missed a turn. Oops. I quickly reversed and turned into the street. “Would you like to have dinner at my house?” Claire asked again, speaking more confidently this time. “Hey, I feel so bad about this.” “It’s just a way of saying thanks.” And when I tore my eyes off to look at Claire, she was smiling so sweetly that I lost my senses. “Darren! Watch out!” She shrieked, dropping her baby onto her lap and turning the steering wheel frantically. Or else we would have crashed into the approaching Rolls-Royce. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I was thinking about whether I should call my mother to tell her I’m not going back for dinner.” “If it’s inconvenient for you, you could always reject my offer.” “No. It’s perfectly alright.” I breathed. Who would ever miss a chance of being led into Claire Edwards’ house? And having the honour to eat her dinner? I was a sane person. And I would forgo anything for this. “Ok then. I’ll need to help me look after Melanie while I prepare dinner.” Claire broke my heart with that sweet smile again as I helped her out of the car. “Sure.” I said and we went into the house. Given that the fact that Claire wasn’t very well-off, I didn’t expect much about the interior designing or her dwelling. But again, she took me by surprise. The entire living hall was painted white, the back wall was glass while the kitchen tops were a glossy black colour. And even the house was a little small, she made use of every single space to create a homely atmosphere. I really wished I lived here. The television- one much smaller than the one I had- rested on beige table, across from the ivory-coloured velvet couch. And there were two small flora lamps next to it, placed onto a rosewood coffee table. I guessed all these warm colours were warming up, just like the way Claire did. “Darren,” – I always felt a shot of adrenaline being pumped into me each time she said my name – “Keep yourself entertained. Switch on the telly.” Claire instructed from the kitchen. “It’s ok. It might wake Melanie up.” I called back as I patted lightly on Melanie’s thigh. This really seemed like home to me.
Chapter 3 part 2 Sorry dudes. I gave up naming the chapters.
How to read algae’s retarded story (for first timers) – Go to the left pane and under chapters, go to Chapter 1 part 1. There, start reading. Because the latest posts are already in the later chapters. POV stands for point of view. Different parts of the story are written from different perspectives. Thanks.
Darren's POV
What in the world was I trying to do? I was behaving like a stalker. I felt sick in the gut. But all I felt was warmness in my heart when I caught Claire and Emma walking into Victoria’s secret. Oh, what a coincidence. Shut up. What coincidence? You followed her here, you bastard, I scolded myself. After she drove the Volvo away from my house, my Mercedes quickly sped off and followed her back home. Then, there was this skinny guy who came out and drove the Volvo. There was no way that guy could be Claire’s boyfriend. Probably it was Emma’s boyfriend. Hey, but it didn’t make sense. Hmm… I guess he could be Claire’s brother. And Claire definitely got the better of the genes. As I was pondering about this, Claire and Emma had already finished shopping, coming out laden with paper bags. Maybe I could be gentlemen and offer them my help. “Hi Claire. Hi Emma.” I walked briskly towards them, waving my hand in the air. And I realized that I must have really looked stupid. “Hi Tisdale.” Claire muttered my last name, obviously pissed at me. “Hey Darren. What a coincidence to see you here. Shopping for your girlfriend?” Emma asked brightly. I seriously hated the word ‘coincidence’. And why must Emma be such a bitch? What girlfriend? “Not really. Just having lunch and hanging around.” I answered coolly, trying to hide my irritation. “Ooh. So don’t you have to go back now? To do the assignment?” Claire hissed as she tried to balance an adorable baby girl in her arms as she pushed the stroller laden with a few shopping bags. “Not really. I figured that you might need some help. And I would love to take a look at this sweetie pie…” I cooed as I made a face at the baby. “Humph.” Claire jerked her elbow and swished the baby out of my sight. “Claire…” Emma whined as she switched the load of bags from her right hand to her left. “Just let Darren help. After all, I think that Melanie’s tired. You’d better head down to Thriftway and back home.” And the baby girl named Melanie started sobbing. Probably she did agree with Emma. “Hush, sunshine. Hush, sunshine.” Claire wriggled a bit, rocking the baby in her arms. Wow. Look at all her maternal cells working to soothe the baby. She was really a hell of a woman. And within seconds, Melanie was tucked in her arms, suckling on a pacifier. “Please, Claire. I really have nothing to do. And if I go back, mom and dad will start to nag.” I pleaded. Emma smiled. “You have something to do.” Claire snapped. “Claire…” Emma whined. “Fine. Are you free to drop me off at Thriftway, let me do some shopping and bring me back home?” Claire finally relented. “Yeah sure.” “Thanks.” Claire relaxed into a very motherly smile. She looked beautiful. “Bye Darren. See you, Claire.” Emma mumbled, as she pecked swiftly onto Claire’s cheeks and continued her shopping adventure. I started pushing the stroller as Claire kept her arms all over Melanie. “You don’t really have to do this.” She said as we reached the car park. “It’s ok. Anyway, whose baby is that? She’s so pretty.” I asked, changing the subject. “Oh. Erm. Melanie’s my niece. And I must admit, she did got some nice genes from me, ya?” Claire laughed quietly. “Yeah. At first, I thought you were the mother. I mean, you two are so alike. Both are you are so gorgeous.” And it took Claire five seconds before she could respond. “A lot of people say that.” She muttered as looked at Melanie with loving eyes. “Of course. Everyone thinks you’re pretty.” Claire blushed, her cheeks turned into a rosy shade of pink. I leaned down to kiss her scarlet cheeks. And the movement of my lips brushing against her soft skin seemed as those it was perfect. Even though it was a fast peck, my dick remained uneasy in my pants. Ugh. “As in, a lot of people think that Melanie’s my daughter.” Claire spoke after a long silence. “Oh.” “Hey. Turn in here. Thriftway’s on this avenue.” Claire instructed, her elbow bumping into mine. And she pulled her hand back immediately to stroke the baby’s lovely face. And in that short second, I felt a great thrill. As in I have just fallen from a cliff. It was exhilarating. Claire was definitely a hell of a woman. Surprisingly, I had no problems with opening the baby stroller. I was pleased with myself. Claire too. She kept on smiling faintly as she placed the sleeping baby gently into the stroller and led me into the store. We spent nearly an hour there, checking down the items on her shopping list. At the checkout counter, she dazzled the male cashier with a heart-breaking smile. Oops. And he just dumped a packet of skittles into her carrier. I was like ‘wow’. “So where do you live?” I asked, innocently, as if I had never stalked her all the way to her home. “Twenty Fifth Avenue.” “No problem.” “Erm. Darren? Would you… kind of… like a meal at my house?” “Huh? What?” I was so shocked by her question that I nearly missed a turn. Oops. I quickly reversed and turned into the street. “Would you like to have dinner at my house?” Claire asked again, speaking more confidently this time. “Hey, I feel so bad about this.” “It’s just a way of saying thanks.” And when I tore my eyes off to look at Claire, she was smiling so sweetly that I lost my senses. “Darren! Watch out!” She shrieked, dropping her baby onto her lap and turning the steering wheel frantically. Or else we would have crashed into the approaching Rolls-Royce. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I was thinking about whether I should call my mother to tell her I’m not going back for dinner.” “If it’s inconvenient for you, you could always reject my offer.” “No. It’s perfectly alright.” I breathed. Who would ever miss a chance of being led into Claire Edwards’ house? And having the honour to eat her dinner? I was a sane person. And I would forgo anything for this. “Ok then. I’ll need to help me look after Melanie while I prepare dinner.” Claire broke my heart with that sweet smile again as I helped her out of the car. “Sure.” I said and we went into the house. Given that the fact that Claire wasn’t very well-off, I didn’t expect much about the interior designing or her dwelling. But again, she took me by surprise. The entire living hall was painted white, the back wall was glass while the kitchen tops were a glossy black colour. And even the house was a little small, she made use of every single space to create a homely atmosphere. I really wished I lived here. The television- one much smaller than the one I had- rested on beige table, across from the ivory-coloured velvet couch. And there were two small flora lamps next to it, placed onto a rosewood coffee table. I guessed all these warm colours were warming up, just like the way Claire did. “Darren,” – I always felt a shot of adrenaline being pumped into me each time she said my name – “Keep yourself entertained. Switch on the telly.” Claire instructed from the kitchen. “It’s ok. It might wake Melanie up.” I called back as I patted lightly on Melanie’s thigh. This really seemed like home to me.
chapter 3 part 2
