Seven Minutes

By Gary Adrian Randall

Adrian- a hedonistic artist that lives life by his own rules.
Jedd- a former frat-boy, unsure of everything but his devotion to Adrian.
Bunny- a free spirited coke addict loyal to nothing but a little plastic bag.
When a fun night out in the city becomes a dangerous game of cat and mouse,the body count rises and the two lovers find themselves running from everything and everyone but each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gary Adrian Randall
• Release date: Apr 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476024998

Gary Adrian Randall

Gary Adrian Randall was born in the South in a small town in the bible belt, but migrated up to New York the moment he finished college (8 years for a Bachelor's degree). His motto in life is to never take anything too seriously, and his passion for writing is surpassed only by his amazing ability to drink heavily and still function in society. To explore his other projects: www.adrianrand.com

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Seven Minutes

Gary Adrian Randall

Seven Minutes

By Gary Adrian Randall

Copyright 2012 Gary Adrian Randall

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Table of Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

We kiss. I grab the gun. We don’t hold hands. We just run.

1

Jedd's good in bed-(212-555-8945)- This party is lame.

Adrian Blake (Psych Class)-(212-555-5875)- Meet me in the upstairs closet, punk.

A. For a second I almost forget that his cock is in my mouth.

Instead I’m thinking of the two holes that some seven-minutes-in-heaven voyeur punched in the door of this closet.

The thought turns me on.

So light is filtering in through these little holes.

Above it someone wrote in sharpie the phrase Solitary Stars.

Which makes me imagine I’m blowing him out in the open, under a dark sky filled with such stars.

Which makes me realize I must be really fucking high, because I can only think of one thing at a time.

Normally I would go running because it’s my favorite way to get exercise.

When I’m sober I can run a mile, tops.

But once when I was high, I ran nine.

I feel the dull thud of the music in my chest.

I snap back into reality when he is about to come, which I know because he starts fucking my face.

This is one of the reasons I love him.

The other reason is that he always has weed.

The other reason is that we’ve been together for a year and 8 months, and he is fine with the fact that he doesn’t know me at all.

The truth is I don’t really even know myself.

But who the fuck does?

J. Adrian is wearing black briefs and is smiling up at me like the devil that he pretends to be. I was trying to remember where I am and then realized my boxers were around my ankles. Then I came. We are at some lesbo named Rue’s paint party which