I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... you got this, and enjoy it."

"What do you have planned for the weekend."

"Ah gonna be hanging out with Angel, we gonna finish up an issue, and we possibly will add Nyla to the equation."

"An orgy."

"It's not, and I have a really good feeling about this."

"Does it make you happy?"

"Very, because honestly, you know that feeling, that hopelessness. I feel it, too, but unlike you, I've never been anywhere close to being great, so I'm just spinning my wheel right now. It's driving me up the wall. Craig Turner is not the most articulate person; I won't wow you with my vocabulary, but I have something to say.

"Oh."

"I used to dream about being successful, but in reality, a bitch, you know. Here I am just wasting way with nothing to show for it."

"Whoa. I mean, you are trying. It's hard for me to quantify writing, you know, what is being successful."

"Some say it's in the eye of the beholder, and others say spit out a few novels, maybe get it published, get a TV deal. It is, you know."

"What do you want, why do you write?

"I want to reach people; make them feel something with what I write. Excitement, anticipation, and sadness are the same things that make me love reading or seeing a good story. It's just a hard dream to have; I got to put in the reps to be better, but damn, it just feels like I'm going nowhere sometimes. Even with this comic we are making, I feel like I am the weak link here, but I'm hoping I can get better, but honestly, who ...

... knows."

"Well damn, I guess we both are at this crossroads in our life, huh."

"Yeah, I guess we are."

"Meegan, your food is ready, Meegan Gyro and Fries."

"Thank you, Costas, and tell your father I said hi in the back. I know he is usually busy."

"I sure will, and for you Craigk." He mispronounces my name but presents this bomb as a plate of food.

"Oh, shit, this looks delicious, thank you."

"I hope you like it." He walks away, leaving us with our food. We both dig in, and it's delicious. It's the best Greek food I've ever had in my life. I look over at Costas as he looks at our table; our eyes meet, and he looks away.

"This is fucking delicious, Meg."

"I told you."

"What is the Megan special?"

"Chicken and Lamb, extra tzatziki sauce, jalapenos, and feta with the works."

"Damn, that sounds good."

"Wanna..bite."

"Hell, yeah, I do." She offered up her gyro, and I took a reasonable bite. "Yooo, that is fucking, damn. This place has been here the whole fucking time."

"Yeah, it has been a while since I've been here. Lance didn't like Greek either, nor did Costas like Lance."

"You know that Costas guy is alright. So, I think their logo is old as hell. What if I get Angel and Nyla to make them a new logo."

"I mean, I think that would be cool, let's see. Hey, Costas." She yells and waves at him, and he walks over quickly to our table.

"Yes, Meegan, my dear."

"Craig has a question he wants to ask you."

"Hey, Costas, so I noticed ...