Don’t Think About Tomorrow

A/N: Okay, so... this is just a story I decided to write because I was bored and am still working on the next chapter for Resistance... o.o don't kill me.

So anyway. This is a story of Pedophilia and how it is not a dissorder but is truely a sexual prefferance. Just like being homosexual. It is not a mental illness and I truely think people should learn to accept thesesexualitiesas just that.

Well, I hope you enjoy this new story. o.o

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I laid on my back in my bed and pulled out a Jade Cigarette, fitting it in place between my lips. Jade. I couldn’t help but chuckle and look down at the two blue eyes staring at me. “I hate cigarettes.” She breathed, frowning as I reached over and picked up my lighter.

“Then why do you smoke?” I flicked the thing open and lit the tip, taking a deep breath and blowing it down at her. She breathed it in and shivered.

“For you.” She reached up and slipped the cigarette out of my mouth, putting it to her lips and breathing in.

I wish I had never kissed her that first time…

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A Year Early: Markus

“Open your books to page 178 and… Mr. Kevin, I want you to read.” I pointed my pencil at the young man in the back. He was, yet again, flirting with Miss Laur. What a strange name… Laur…

“Yes’sir.” The student gave me a half glare and rolled his eyes to his text book. I glared right back at him. These students always thought they didn’t have to respect me because of my age. Sure, I was twenty, but they could at least show some type of acknowledgment that I was their teacher. I sat down at my desk and looked over the class. Half of which were asleep. I didn’t take it as an insult. My class was the first hour for these kids… And not many enjoyed the sciences.

My eyes wandered over to Laur. Her shoulder length hair pulled back in a little pony tail and covered with a camo head handkerchief as she looked down at her book, red rimmed reading glasses perched on her nose. She loved my class. She had an A with extra credit every time I looked at her grade. And her eyes…

Wait. Why am I thinking this now? I have a girlfriend waiting for me at home. Plus she’s sixteen! That would make me…

No, no. Never that. I stood to write the assignment on the board and smiled at the class. “I want you to answer questions one through sixteen and start on your research for your geology reports. Tomorrow we’ll review for the test on Friday and go over the lesson for next week.” Almost everyone in the class groaned.

Everyone but Laur. She dutifully wrote down the assignment and looked up at me while I was in the middle of my “Please don’t worry, it will be easier than you think” speech. I stopped for a minute and looked back before she blushed and bowed her head again. I blinked, still partially frozen in front of the class when the bell rang and everyone was gone in a flash.

My next class filed in and I began teaching again. Laur was no longer in my mind.

“Linda.” I called, tossing my keys onto the desk by the door. “Linda, you home?” The apartment was quiet. Either she was asleep or gone again. Most likely gone again. She worked two jobs and baby sat for the neighbors often. She loves kids just as much as me. That’s why I’m a teacher. I’m good with kids.

Sighing I swayed into the living room and dropped my red trench coat on the ground, flopping down onto the little couch and flipping on the TV. The news blared in my face.

“Man accused of sexual acts toward a young girl.” The reporter… well… reported. “Jim Kandel has been arrested for molesting Mary Blanken. Mary says it was not molestation and they had both agreed to the arrangement. Parents are…” I flipped the channel and pinched the bridge of my nose. Laur Hunter. Laur… For some reason I thought there was more to that name…

I had fallen asleep to the sounds of shooting guns and screaming people and before I knew it Linda was home. “You fell asleep again? You’re going to be up all night, Mark.” I looked over the back of the couch and smiled.

“I have papers to correct anyway…” Yawning I sat up and walked over to her, grabbing her around the middle and giving her a soft kiss. “What’s in the bags?” She held up the two grocery bags in her hands and smiled.

“Much needed food stuffs. It was your turn to go shopping, you know.” She pouted a bit and twisted out of my arms, going to the kitchen that connected to the living room and began putting things away. I stretched and followed her.

“I’ll probably go take a walk in the park again tonight.”

“That’s fine with me, love. Just stay out of trouble. You know how the streets can get at night…” I reached past her and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the counter and slid them in my pocket.

“I know.” I smiled warmly and grabbed my trench coat off the floor, grabbing a lighter and heading out for a nice walk.

A Year Early: Laur

Laur unlocked her door and slipped inside the house, retreating to her room quickly and shutting the door. No one would be home for another fifteen minutes. She could be alone for that much time. Flipping on some music she half danced over to her window and slid it open, letting the cold Autumn Winter air in to freshen everything up. This was her time. Before everyone came home and ruined the peace. She pulled out her red notebook and grabbed her old guitar, turning down the music to just barely audible and sat down on her bed to sing.

“Please help me, Get through this show me,Where life will start.

“Cause my eyes are open still I cannot life I cannot thoughts are making me so blind…

“So take my hand,And lead me through the night.I can feel the landBut still I have no sight…”

“Shut up you whore!” Someone roared from downstairs, slamming a fist on the wall. She immediately went quiet and the soft sounds of Beethoven filled the gap. Her elder brother stumbled up the stairs, slamming his body into the walls in a drunken rage. He came to her door and turned the knob, opening it and half falling in. Laur dropped her guitar and curled up against the wall in the corner of her bed. “What are you doing home?”

“School let out and I have no where else to go.” She blinked and watched a young woman appear in the doorway of her room, dressed like a slut with her lipstick partially smeared over her lips and face.

“Get out.” He growled, standing strait and glaring at her. She slowly uncurled and grabbed her guitar. “I said get out!” She shot from her bed, snatching up her book bag and guitar case before disappearing out the back door.

A half hour later Laur was sitting on a bench in the park, plucking on her guitar and turning the knobs to tune it. She was alone. She was afraid of being alone…