The Pleasure to End All Pleasures [Open]

[demetrius]

Actually, Jane and Tarzan named their child boy. Since Tarzan couldn't read or write Jane couldn't describe their son so she called him 'Boy' and that's what his name end up being. But in real life people call their sons 'Guy' which is retarted but people are like that.

A smile fell on his lips when she said his name wasn't Russian. "'cause it isn't. It's Greek. Greek for harvest. My middle name is Aleksandr. Spelt A-l-e-k-s-a-n-d-r. That's Russian. Hawthorne comes from somewhere. I haven't looked it up yet." She probably got the name from William Shakespeare's play "A Midsummer Night's Dream'. Demetrius was the one that was in love with Hermia but had incounters with Helena.

Colleen, that was a nice name. "Colleen rolls right off the tongue don't it." "Colleen," he said in such Russian that it slurred. To be quite frank, Demetrius diddn't know where he was going. For all we know he could be taking her to the toppest tower to throw Collen out the window. >=] He really wouldn't do that though.

"Soo," he said making talk since she was following him. She was the stalker. "What kind of bands do you listen to...Colleen?"

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[colleen]

Tarzan and Jane is just a movie and calling someone’s own child ‘Guy’ was just a stupid as calling their son ‘Window. ’Both words were spoken every day and very popular. Colleen liked her name. It was a little weird, but not many people had it. And it certainly wasn’t named after an object. It was different and so was Colleen.

Colleen raised an arched eyebrow when Demetrius told her that his name wasn’t Russian, that it was Greek. Colleen groaned. So, he’s Greek now? She thought to herself. Colleen smirked and glanced over at the boy. Harvest? What the hell did that mean? Oh, joy. Another topic for Colleen to read about. The girl sighed and was about to murmur something, but Demetrius-the Russian-eek boy- had already cut her off, saying something about his middle name. Colleen flicked her eyes over at him and then at the ground. Man, this boy can talk… Colleen said to herself while he was still speaking. Colleen sighed when Demetrius had finally finished. “Demetrius Aleksandr Hawthorne…” Colleen was quiet for a second and then she said, “Why is your name so friggin long?” It was probably the fact that he had so many different backgrounds. Pfft. Colleen didn’t know what she was. White? Irish, maybe? Whichever it was, she didn’t know, and would probably never know.

Colleen smiled. Yes. Yes,it did. And that was why she liked her name. Apparently, this boy did too, or he wouldn’t have been saying it so much. Colleen looked over at him and gave him a funny look. She was suddenly wishing that she had the longest name in the world-one that nobody but her could say. Something like… Colleeneraushwitzaflorenzia*cough cough cough*wiskany. Or something like that. The thought made Colleen’s smile widen. She turned her gaze back to the floor again and stepped over a book on the ground. Obviously, they weren’t the only ones there. Colleen, not really following, just taking longer to catch up, brushed her short blonde hair out of her eyes.

Demetrius asked Colleen something and she quickly shot a glance at him. “ What makes you think I listen to music….Bands, at that?” Usually bands meant rock, right? Or just a group of people who think they can sing, but really can’t. Colleen mainly listened to rock whenever she could [rarely] but he didn’t know that. “ I listen to rap and hop-hip.” Colleen coughed and blushed at her error. “I mean hip-hop.” Way to give herself away. “I like that gangsterrr stuff.” The truth was, she hated rap. It went way to fast and she never knew what the artists was saying. With rock, you could identify every instrument they played and understand-most of the time-what they were saying. Colleen resisted grinning. “ What about you?”


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