When Jambi gave me the title: Walk This Way and then the characters first names : Shawn & Cory, I had the basis of my story. Then Z wanted emo/goth with just a little bit of cross-dressing thrown in... so now I had some more to my basis... here is a sneak peek:- just remember this has not been beta read so it will be full of mistakes
For Jambi, who gave me the inspiration, the title, and the character’s first names. Without you I wouldn’t have a book.
For Z for wanting a little bit of emo/goth.
And to the band Good Charlotte whose chorus in ‘Last Night’ gave me the idea for the opening scene. You guys totally rock.
Boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp, Shawn Masters slowly opened his eyes and realised the pounding noise he could hear was all in his head. Everything looked so fucking bright that he had to slam his eyes closed again. His mouth tasted like someone had dumped and ashtray in it, which was odd considering he didn’t even smoke. His body was one huge-arse ball of achiness. Once again he attempted to open his eyes and face the day to come. Lifting his had to wipe the sleep from his eyes he stopped and stared at the leather studded wrist band he was wearing. “What the fuck?”
Sitting up, he looked around and got a few even bigger shocks. One: he didn’t recognise a damn thing, so where the hell was he? Two: he was completely naked except of course for the studded wristband, and what he assumed was a studded collar of some kind and on his feet were the fucking scariest looking pair of stilettos he had ever seen. They were dangerous they could almost be classed as lethal weapons. What the hell were they doing on his feet? Where the hell had they come from?
Shawn moved enough so he could sit in the edge of the bed. Leaning down he unbuckled the monstrosities from his feet; lifting one up he studied the shoe: it was a platform stilettos with what appeared to be a wolf’s mouth with sharp vicious looking teeth and tongue, the things had so many studs on them he would have set of every metal detector within a hundred foot radius and for some odd reason there was two cherries on the top of each shoe which could have represented the eyes of the wolf. If he had to say what animal the shoe resembled the most, he would have to put it down to the hounds of hell.
As his gaze skimmed over the room trying to recall anything to tell him where exactly he was he stopped on something on the one small table in the room. Testing whether or not he could walk without wanting to throw up was not as easy as it sounded. As it was his stomach felt like someone had magically put an agitator out of a washing machine inside him; just so everything inside him got nice and stirred up.
“Fuck!” this would have to be the butt-ugliest room he had ever been in the walls looked like they were at once upon a time have been painted orange and now they just look yuck. The bedspread were hideous, they probably had been bought back in the sixties and had never been renewed. They hurt his eyes just looking at them.
Taking a deep breath he pushed himself to his feet and unsteadily walked across the room. Written on the chipped and cracked Formica surface in some sort of black makeup were five words: Thanks I’ll call you, C. the whole thing was outlined in a heart. “What the fuck? Who the hell is C?”
Making his way to the only door the room held besides the front door. Shawn found himself in the bathroom which was no bigger than a broom closet. As he stood in front of and relieved himself he saw his clothes neatly folded on the sink. Above it on the mirror were more words written in the same black: You were the best. And below it was a black lipstick kiss.
Frowning at his reflection in the mirror Shawn hissed as his jeans settled into place, man, he was tender back there. Had he fallen on his arse and done some damage, hopefully whatever he had hurt would heal quickly. Especially seeing as for his job most of his day was spent sitting.