Poor Little American Girl

THANKS FOR THE VIEWS AND REVIEWS. I'M GOING TO TRY AND UPDATE AS FREQUENTLY AS I CAN SO THE STORY DOESN'T LAST 5 YEARS.
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Ville was sleeping soundlessly in his bed, that was until he was softly and continually shaken awake by Missy. "What is it babe" he sleepily asked.

"Wake up, I made you some breakfast"

"Too early" he mummbled but Missy was already out the door. She knew he was going to wake up sooner or later. Just like she predicted, Ville was groggily walking in the kitchen and sat at the table. He looked down and noticed two big and fluffy pancakes waiting for him. "You didn't have to do this"

"I know, but you're Bam's special guest" she winked and continued washing the dirty dishes. Ville looked back at the pancakes not really sure how to go about eating them. It wasn't because of their size, it was because he felt weird eating them. He felt like they were a message from her: EAT YOU FUCKING ANOREXIC BITCH. Slowly but surely he ate the whole thing. He felt a little sick since his body is not used to eating such a hearty meal in the morning. It's used to coffee and/or cigarettes. He washed the dish and went back to his room to fall asleep again only for his phone to beep.

"What now" he whimpered rubbing his green eyes. He flipped the phone open and read the message.

Want 2 get breakfast Finland,he laughed and texted Nathalia back.

Where r u, im in Westchester. Ville dropped the phone on his bed and went to the bathroom to shower. Once in there he willed himself not to think of anythig that would get him riled up, but he failed at that because he is a sexless man. Sighing he let his thoughts drift to anything that would get him to cum. His breathing was becoming labored and minutes after that he came with a stuggled gasp. He watched his come get dragged into the drain by the water. He got out and brushed his teeth with a towel around his waist and head. After he was done freshening himself up he went back to the room and checked his phone. He had two new messages.

Im not 2 far from there. Want me 2 get u.

Yea, meet me @ Downingtown he responded and put his sleeveless Rolling Stones shirt as well as a scarf, his black beanie, black jeans and his busted chucks. He walked to Bam's room and tapped Missy on the shoulder. "I need a ride babe"
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Ville was waiting for Nathalia for about 2 minutes before he saw her car. He figured it was her because he was able to see a girl in pink. She was wearing a small pink hoody that exposed her stomach and pink shorts and of course pink chucks which surprisingly where muffed up.

"Hi" they both said simultaneously and nervously to each other. Ville couldn't help but oogle at her body. Nathalia noticed and immediately snapped her fingers at him.

"Up here buddy"

They walked slowly towards a diner that Ville and Bam had passed a few times before when they were on their drunken stupers to bars and back home. Once they entered the place they immediately went to a booth in the back. The waiter came around to give them the menus and walked off. Ville looked at her study the menu before she looked back up and smiled.

"So what are you getting"

"I ate already actually"

"Then why's you come"

"Because you asked me to". She smiled at the answer and looked back down.

"You can get a coffee or something"

"Yeah..maybe. So how was your night"

"Is Finland asking me, miss happy-go-luck-American-girl if she did anything last ngiht. What exactly do you want to hear? That I unpacked, watched TV, and fell asleep or that I masturbated thinking about you"

"The second one, please make my dream come true" Nathalia laughed and flicked a bit of water at him from the cup on the table. All talking ceased when the food came, well more like when Nathalia's food came since Ville only got the coffee. Ville sipped his coffee and watched as she wolfed down a plate of sausage and waffles. He laughed and looked away letting her feed her apparent hunger. The waiter came back when they were done and they paid and left. "Beast" Ville said as they walked out earning a playful punch on the arm. "Ow, I need that arm to wank off with". Nathalia scrunched her face and glanced at her parked car.

"So are we gonna to stand here and make small talk or are we gonna go somewhere"

"I have nothing to do. I was forced here by Bam"

"I have a few more hours til work"

"What do you do"

"I thought we weren't gonna do small talk" she smirked walking to her car with Ville in tow. "I work as a secretary"

"Really" Ville smiled thinking about her in thick rimmed glasses, hair in a bun, short pink skirt, white shirt, and pink jacket. He was almost trapped in a dreamworld until she started talking again.

"Yea, kinda sorta"

"What do you do then" his bubble of a hot secretary was bursted causing him to frown slightly.

"I work for someone who works with some dude"

"Im from Finland and I know you're not speaking English"

"Scandinavians" she murmured rolling her eyes. "I work in an office doing office shit and if I don't drop dead soon I'm going to kill myself".

"How are you so dark yet you wear pink"

"Cause it's my favorite color. Also who said that the rules to rock was that you had to wear black. Yea pink is a bit girlie but that is also a misconception amongst the community". Ville smiled brightly and looked out his window.

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Nathalia invited Ville to her place to crash hoping that he wouldn't get the wrong idea. She watched him survey the place and smile at certain pictures she had lying around. She took this opportunity to molest him with her eyes just like he had done to her before they went in the diner. "Do you think I'm a slut or seem slutty" she asked seemingly out of nowhere.

"Uh, I hardly know you so I don't think I can answer that"

"Well, fuck it" she huffed. Ville then started laughing and giggling like a 5 year old child.

"You said fuck" Nathalia rolled her eyes and removed her hoody and sneakers.

"Want anything"

"No, so what show did you come to. I can't remember you at any of them"

"I didn't wear pink that day" she said coming back from the kitchen and sitting Indian style next to him.

"Why"

"Because I wasn't gonna ruin my pink shit" she laughed. Eventually the room got quiet and they were facing each other. Ville was continuously scanning her even if she wasn't looking back at him. She finally did look back and smiled softly. Ville couldn't help himself and leaned forward for a kiss and made it. She didn't pull back, but she didn't exactly respond. There was not tongue involved, in fact it was a very amateur kiss but it was strong enough for her to want more. When they pulled back Ville felt as if he was in a dreamworld again from such a cheap kiss, but once again his bubble was bursted. "Ville.."

"Yes love"

"I think you should go"

"What? Why?"

"Just that..it's not about..I just wanted to be your friend and nothing more" Ville was staring at her like she was crazy. "Please Ville". He stood up and walked to her door, when he was about to leave he turned back to her.

"Talk to you later"