Nicole blushed, smiled seductively at Hibachi and headed back to her room. She pushed play on her cd player and sat down on the bed and pulled out her Notebook, she had to work on one of her That Seventies Show Fan Fics (don't laugh)! She again started to sing along with the theme song, she always listened to the song when she was writing the stories.
Hangin' out
Down the street
The same old thing
We did last week.
Not a thing to do
But talk to you
Hangin' out
Down the street
The same old thing
We did last week.
Not a thing to do
But talk to you
We're all alright, We're all alright, We're all alright, Whoa...yeah.
She felt eyes watching her and turned to see Hibachi, he was listening to her sing.
She saw that look in his eyes, that What are you doing, well in her case, What are you writing look. She smiled up at him.
"I'm working on one of my That Seventies Show Fan Fics, I've been doing them since I was 18. I've never really let anyone read any of them, but I'm kinda stuck, tell me how this sounds." She handed him the notebook.
He left you. I heard he dumped you this morning, walked out without a word to explain his actions, though I can formulate my own conclusion. You didn’t put out. You should’ve known his attraction to you was purely physical, that there was no way he was going to stick around if he got nothing but kisses and hugs out of it. I suppose it could be worse, though. You could’ve had sex with him just to get him to stay, because you were too afraid of being alone. You’ve been alone enough, now, I guess, what with Kelso running off to California, and me running off to Vegas (and marrying someone else), and you can handle it.
You shouldn’t worry about it, don’t waste your tears on him. He doesn’t deserve you, anyways. You’re smart, and you’re strong, and you’re beautiful, and you should have someone who will treat you well. Someone who can give you the life you always dreamed of. Even though your dreams have changed, I guess. You went from dreaming of grand halls and diamond splendours to just having someone to love. I like to think that change came because of me.
I don’t know where he is now. Mourning his loss, maybe. Entertaining thoughts of what could have been. Wondering ‘What if?’. What could have beens, and what ifs don’t matter, though. If he was willing to leave you because you wouldn’t give him sex, your future couldn’t have been very bright. Not like our future could have been.
