A Ridiculous Tale about Adriaan

Adriaan Spencer. The name sends millions of thoughts through my head.

Everyone has an Adriaan Spencer. You know that kid that has the teddy bear backpack, always talking or singing quietly to him/herself, carrying around odd things in school, and/or always rolled into a ball in the quad reading or writing. You know the kid that has a different hair color every time you see him, the kid that stares at walls and/or talks quietly to themselves.

Yeah, everyone has an Adriaan Spencer. Everyone's Adriaan comes in different shapes and sizes. My Adriaan is a tiny boy who has a pixie looking face; he's skinny like he hasn't eaten anything since he was two. He is always smiling and saying hi to people he doesn't know. I'm pretty sure that he does crack too since he is always bouncy and happy. A little too happy, it's not natural.

I am telling you this because Adriaan Spencer is lying next to me in my bed naked. I can't remember anything I'm going to guess that we had sex. Yes. I sexed up the crazy guy. I'm going to hell.

I froze when he started to wake up, he moved like he was a fish out of water for a moment the stilled. He suddenly shot up in a sitting position the sheet covering him flew off, leaving him completely naked. He didn't seem to mind though since he was too busy looking around my room with narrowed eyes.

Soon his eyes dashed up me causing me to shiver with that 'I just got checked out by a crazy guy' shiver. His eyes met mine showing me his dark golden and green eyes. He looked confused then a smile came to his lips.

"Hello," he practically purred to me.

"Hi," I gulped out. He moved closer to me sliding up into my lap with only the blanket between our naked bodies. I leaned away from him when he went to kiss me. He smiled and looked down at my chest then back up at me. I thought he was going to do something but he just slide off me to the ground to gather his clothing.

Adriaan crawled around grabbing random clothing on the ground, weather it was his or mine, he didn't seem to care. He got up on his knees and put on my shirt then his shirt over my shirt. He stood and faced me to put on his underwear slowly. He smiled, leaned down and grabbed my pants I was wearing yesterday and put them on.

He bent taking the belt off his pants to put on him so my pants wouldn't fall off him. Weird-o Adriaan Spencer is in my room, stealing my clothes, and acting like we didn't just have sex last night.

He looks really fashionable though, like he is some kind of retro tiny pixie model. He picked up his pants and grabs his panda-bear backpack and stuffs his pants in there. He turned and looked at me, tipping his imagery hat to me then left in a rush.

What just happened?

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My best friend, Joe, helped me clean up the aftermath of the party. We laid on the couch, my head pounding and his probably not doing any better. He made matters worse by complaining and telling me over and over again that he was never going to drink again.

"Dude," he whined again, "I'm never going to drink again."

We are sitting on my couch staring at my TV like we always do after a party.

"You keep saying that," I said blinking slowly.

He took a deep breath and fell over to the side and curled up into a ball. Joe is not a tiny man, he is big and I would say hairy because whenever someone describes someone as 'big', 'hairy' comes soon after but Joe shaves his head and body for swim meets.

Joe curling up into a ball is slightly awkward. Not to mention he is only wearing his boxers because someone stole his clothing last night.

He uncurled himself and rested his legs on my lap. I ignored them and leaned back against my couch looking up at the ceiling.

"So did you get lucky last night?" he asked also looking at the ceiling.

"I don't remember," I said, a sudden flashback of last night of Adriaan lying under me, clawing my shoulders flashed in my head.

"I'm not surprised, you were drinking before everyone started to show up then you got crazy drunk when you saw Heather. I mean, the she-witch, I mean A.K.A you ex, dancing with that freshmen," Joe said lazily. I glared at the ceiling taking his big toe in my hand bending it backwards. He cursed and yanked his feet off my lap.

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When I walked into school on Monday, I wasn't surprised to find that everyone was still talking about my awesome, super cool party. After all I am the quarterback of the football team, captain of the basketball team and pitcher for our baseball team. I'm kind of the real-deal. I don't let it get to me since I don't actually have that many friends because I am busy with said sports.

Joe, on the other hand, has tons of friends. He is the one that hosts the parties and actually gets me to do stuff other than sports and homework.

I yawned, feeling my whole body do this twitching thing because of the super intense feeling from my yawn.

"I have to pee," I said looking towards the bathrooms that were near me. Joe glanced at me then walked ahead to talk to some of his friends.

I walked into the bathroom and walked around this wall thing to get to the actual bathroom. I went to the urinals and went into the third one down. It's kind of an OCD thing that I do, go to the third of the stalls or urinals. I'm weird like that.

I got right to business in going pee. I stared at the wall as I emptied myself into the urinal. I gave a soft sigh and leaned my head back. I like peeing. Another weird thing about me.

I heard a stall door behind me opened so I straightened my body as the people walked out. A soft pad of footsteps made it seem like the person wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Need any help?" a purr came from hind me. I tensed when I felt Adriaan laid a flat hand on my back. I noticed I was done so I shook myself and hurried up and zipped back up.

"Nope," I said flushing and hurrying over to the sinks, "all done here," I said with a small laugh.

Right when I turned on the water a body slide up next to mine. I looked in the mirror and there he was. In his pixie like ways.

"Want a blow job?" he asked me, looking at me in the mirror.

"No," I choked out looking down at my hands washing them fast, "I don't even remember what happened so let's just forget about it."

"I can't," he whispered to me, placing a quick kiss on my arm since that was all he could reach.

"Try," I said moving away from him to get a paper towel.

I heard his soft padding feet leave the restroom. I stole a quick look at his feet to see that he wasn't wearing any shoes at all.

Adriaan is crazy.

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Author's Note: I am only going to post the first chapter for now until I finish some more chapters for this. Then I'll post more.

So? What do you think? I think it could be better but maybe I feel like that because I normally write in the weird-person's head. But Adriaan is... odd and you don't see a lot of POV's in the jock's head. Maybe you do... I don't though.

Also, if you've read any of my other stories (aka: the two I do this with) I like to ask questions. So if you guys want me to ask questions and you answer them so you have more to say in your reviews other then, "I love this story" or "I hate this story" then you can answer the questions! Yay. So "first question": Would you like to be asked questions?