The Crook

"Ok just take a sip." He gave his crooked smile and pushes the concoction toward me. I slowly reached toward the glass hoping he wouldn't noticed my shaking hands. I was still a novice at pot smoking and limb tics seemed to be my cue as to when it was starting to hit. It was sad to say that I was pourd that I managed to take a sip without spilling it. Grape. It was all grape. He laughed at the look at my face.
"You said I couldn't taste the evil grape anymore!" I could feel the squeak coming on in my voice. Another tale tell sign of highness. And he could tell. He scooted his wheeled chair over closer- not so smoothly. He was feeling it too.
"Ooops. My bad."
He leaned in for a kiss, smacking his cotton dry mouth. Drunk kissing was the best.
We pulled away and attempted to start conversation again, but it was soon clear that wasn't going to happen.
"So. Thinking.... Eh thinking we should start making out my bed."
I jumped up and pulled off my dress.
"Beat you there." I jumped in and tried to do the best sexy face the weed would allow me to do.
"You're going down."
Well. More he did.
I don't know what it was about him. Or if it was him at all or just some concoction of liquor and weed. But the time I spend writhing with him in bed created on of the most amazing spine tingling sensations. We're talking multiple times. Screams. Near passing out. And that sound that he would make at the end drove me wild.
I unmounted him with a sigh of ecstasy. He leaned back into his pillow, panting. I sat at the foot of the bed and scrambled to find my bra in the pile of discarded clothing.
"Where you going?"
He held out his arms.
" Come here. I know you don't like this. But just come here."
"You know it's against my rules."
" I don't care. Get over here."
So I fell into his arms and let him hold me.

I hope I won't regret it.

The Other Girl

He pushed the sweaty hair back from his forehead and collapsed down next to me. We both caught our breath in silence and kept our eyes fixed on the ceiling. I cautiously turned to look at him- bracing myself to see a guilty look in his eye. Instead I was met with a gaze of triumph and a twisted smile.
"You doing ok?"
I nodded and gave a feeble smile back.
"Want a smoke? Think I have a cigar left somewhere..."
He pulled his jeans over and started to rummage through his pockets.
"No.I'm good thanks."

I pulled myself across the car floor and pushed open the back hatch door of the van to let in some of the cool summer night air. I pulled my legs to my chest and looked out across the corn field at the dots of far away head lights traveling along the free way. He crawled up behind me and draped his cardigan around my shoulders- after planting a kiss on my bare shoulder.
"Mind if I do?"
He held a cigar and lighter up.
"Go ahead. Just make sure it doesn't blow back into the car. My mom would kill me."
"Oh good call... I won't then."
He tossed them back by his things and stretched to grab his phone.
"Shit. I missed a call from her. Mind if I call her back?"
I shrugged in indifference- still staring at the lights far away.

He talked to her for about ten minutes. He talked about his day, the wicked shoes he had found at the mall, the party they would go to tomorrow. I sat there- trying not to listen. But he and I were at a point where we really had nothing to hide from each other anymore. We had this odd, unspoken bond. A forced trust that came with knowing that you each could destroy each others lives in five seconds.

"Ok. I'll call you around noon tomorrow. Love you. Sleep well."
I glanced lazily over to him as he hung up the phone.
"Don't you feel weird saying that to her?"
"No. I do love her."
"Really?"
"Of course. I'm saving up for a ring. I just have to make sure she's ready and graduated before I propose or anything."
"Wait. No offense but- are you sure you really love her? I mean... look at what we have been doing for these two years."
"It's because I love her that I'm doing this. I don't want to cheat on her with anyone."
"Hate to break it to you- but you're cheating on her with me."
"No... you don't count.  I'm not running around having one night stands with strangers or anything. But this is just you. I know its not going to leave the two of us. And by doing this you're helping me stay more faithful."

He leaned over and pushed some hair behind my ears. I squirmed at his touch.

"You're fucked up."
"Maybe. But you like it."

He kissed me. I thought about pulling away, but decided against it. We were already damned.

Girls Episode 5

"What about Gillian?"
?
It'll come to you.
Ok I get it now. Your favorite line?
Nope just a moment.
Lol thanks for sharing?
Hmmf.
That was an interesting onomatopoeia. What did you think of that episode?
On par with the past episodes. You?
 Yup. It reaffirmed my hate of Marni. And I didn't get the masturbation scene.
The Marni thread was so well written tho. I think Adam just wanted to be treated the way he treats hannah by Hannah. Like a dominate woman thing. Thoughts?
Yes it was well written. Still hate her. And I guess that makes sense. So does that mean they are together...? or do you think that helped her leave for good?
I don't know. It's kinda becoming a running thing for her to have an out if she just walks away and she cant leave.
Can you rephrase that? It kinda flew over my head.
Its a reoccurring event for Hannah to have a way out if she departs but she is never able to.
Think she's just afraid of being alone.
Yeah. She just likes the attention regardless of the source
Well that's just bc she isn't used to getting attention so she wants to keep it around when she finds it.
Yeah instead of trusting that it will come along again from someone who cares about her
Well I'm guessing she has been burned badly by that before. And has low self esteem. its hard to bounce back from stuff like that.
I'm sure it is. It's a tough situation


At what point is it ok to read into things?

Outside the Bar

Setting: Outside a dive bar
The Players: Me- slightly buzzed on too many cosmos. The Man: A 28 year old rocker wanna be with his eyes glazed over with who knows what.

Man: You wanna smoke?

Me: Sure.

Man: You're a really classy lady. I like that. You don't meet many cool people like you in LA.

Me: Thanks.

Man: I kinda like you.

Me: You don't even know me!

Man: But I can tell. I can read people well and I know when I've found a nice classy lady.

Me: You really like the word classy don't you?

Man: I think it makes me look good.

Me: ?

Man: So... I like you. Do you wanna.... do you wanna see it?

Me: Huh?

Man: Do you wanna see it?

Me: What's it? And is it here?

Man: Well we could go around the corner and see it. You don't have to touch it or anything.

Me: (gets it.) OH. No thank you. I don't want to see it.

Man: Well I thought it was worth a try. Maybe I could get your number and you could see it another time.

Me: I'm sorry but I don't think I ever want to see it.

Man: Ok. Well let me get your number.

Me: I... I don't think you get it....

Man: No. I do. I'll walk you home then.

Me: !?!?!

The Eternal Question

We finished making out. I leaned back in his lap and smiled. He thinks for a moment.
"Oh just wanted to let you know... I'm interested in this girl ******. So I'm going to ask her out."
Um... ok?
He kisses me again.

Why are they all assholes?

Prom

"Designer boy went with her??"
Everyone's heads snapped around to look at the couple awkwardly gyrating on the dance floor. She was trying her hardest to be... well something she wasn't. And he just looked pained and embarrassed. My friend turned and looked at me.
"You should totally try to steal him."
"What? I came with someone."
"Yeah but you came as friends right? I mean come on- the new guy is perfect for you- he's rich, likes designer clothing, sings, is sensitive-"
"Ok ok I know I joked about him being 'perfect' for me- but I don't think that qualifies for me to steal him from his prom date. I mean he might actually like her."
The statement was met with chuckles. We all glanced back at the dance floor. He was removing her hands from him.
"Face it- the only reason he went with her is so he could get into the upper classman prom. And she probably tried to smother him in her granny vests."
"Do it! He could be your summer romance!"
"Ummm..."
I was so unsure. After all the other horribly failed relationships I had in high school, a new short term- no strings attached fling might be a nice change. I mean I was leaving for school in a few months. How bad could it be?
"So... you gonna do it?"
"Who's coming with me?"
My friends whooped and scrapped their chairs back to join me as I made my way to the dance floor. It was time for me to put on my rare mask of confidence. I didn't want to let my friends down in their fun.
We made a bee line for them and immediately he looked revealed to have some other company. It only took a couple of dances and we could tell he was hooked. He attempted to teach me salsa and his date ran off to sulk by the punch bowl. The slow dances started and my friends just melted away- patting me on the back for a job well done. As we did our awkward slow dance shuffle he started to whisper to me.
"Thank you so much for saving me. I really didn't want to go with her- but she started to throw a fit when I tried to say no."
"I figured as much."
"But I have to say- you look amazing."
"Oh thanks..."
He stopped dancing and pulled me close for emphasis.
"Look I really like you. Can we hang out more at post prom? I don't want to leave your side. And I'd love to go out with you sometime."
I looked out to the sides of the dance floor. I saw my friends smiling and winking at me. And then I saw his abandoned date with tears falling down her face with her one friend glaring at me. He followed my gaze.
"Oh. Don't worry about her. I would have ditched her soon anyway. So what do you say?"
I shut my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder and tried not to think about her mascara stained face.
"Sure. Lets do it."

One Night

I tiptoed into the back of the theater, not wanting to disrupt the meeting on stage. I settled into the front row and placed the costumes on the chair next to me. Instantly I scanned the group on stage. Our eyes met and he winked. I smiled and quickly looked away- hoping no one had noticed. I was revealed when my friend beckoned me to join her in the backstage area. It was becoming hard not to stare at him.

Of course he found me as soon as he was free.
"Hey babe. How are you doing? You look lovely."
"Um thanks. I'm alright! Finally found the rest of the outfits. Still have a bit of a paper to work on after this..."
His expression made it clear he had something to tell me.
"Ok- whats up?"
"I decided I'm going to break up with *******."
I gasped. We had talked about this. But I never thought he would ever... I mean I was leaving soon. Was he really that serious about...?
"I just can't stop thinking about you" He stepped closer "And I know its not fair to her. But I think we have a chance. When you get back- I really think we have... a future."
I didn't know what to say. It was the words I had wanted to hear from him since day one. Was I dreaming?
"You... are you sure? I mean... of course I'm happy! But are you making the right decision?"
"Yes I know I am. I want you luv. I'm going to do it tonight."
The director called for him. He pulled me into a quick hug and swaggered off. My mind was still reeling.

I woke up the next morning to a text message.
Hey babe. She was asleep when I got out so didn't call her. But maybe you're right. I should think it over some more. Love you.
Fuck that change of heart.