Random Title Generator: OMGWTF?!!!!?!!!111!one!!!1
Okay, I can't help but snicker to myself every time Dillon Hall comes into Mobil. Every time I see his face, I always remember the day he was at our house, back when I was heavier and more depressed and hating school and such. Sam was also living at home at the time, and he would often have dudes over and they'd drink and do stupid stuff. Well, one night I was with my parents at the radio station, and when we got home after 1am, Dillon was the only kid still up. Everyone else was passed out somewhere. He was sitting at the table, drink before him, pretty drunk.
I didn't even know the kid. I had seen him around school, but he was a grade below me. I'm sure he didn't know me either, except that I was Sam's little sister. That's pretty much how I was known throughout school. Sam's little sister. EVERYONE knew Sam.
Oh, and there was this one time when a chick came up to me and said, "You're Sam's sister, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you must be cool, 'cause Sam's cool."
I was dumbfounded, but my reply? "Not really."
Tangents are bad for me. Back to the story.
So, I sat down at the table just because there was nothing to do and I wasn't tired enough to go to bed yet. (Stop me if you've heard this story.) Mom and Dad went to bed, so it was just me and Dillon. We sat there a bit uncomfortably. Well, I guess I can't say how he was feeling, but I felt pretty weird. I had nothing to say to him.
He was sitting at the end of the table and I was on one of the sides. There was an empty chair to my right. Dillon suddenly got up and sat in that chair. I'm sure I tensed a bit. I had no idea what he was doing, and his next action was totally unexpected, but now I laugh and laugh about it, especially when I see Dillon at Mobil, because he probably doesn't remember a thing. (Holy run-on, Batman!)
He set his hand on my leg and said, "So, you wanna?" *dies laughing*
Back then, I had absolutely no spine. Insecurity was my middle name. I just sheepishly said, "I dunno." In my head I was saying no.
He started telling me how he was going into the Navy or some shit and would be gone soon. Was that his way of saying, "Come on, just have sex with me, dammit!"?
I ended up telling him that I was tired and was going to bed. Then I got up and left him there. I went into my room and got under the covers fully clothed. There was no way I was going to get undressed and sleep in my underwear like I usually do. I was afraid that he'd walk in. I was also afraid to go to sleep because I thought he'd come in and feel me up while I was sleeping. I just lay there with my eyes open, listening for sounds. (By the way, there's no lock on my door; otherwise, I would have done that.)
I didn't think he'd actually do it, but OMG, he ENTERED MY ROOM!! Not only that, but he SAT ON MY BED!!! And, as if that weren't enough, he began CARESSING MY FACE!!!! And I recall him saying something like, "We wouldn't have to do that, we could just touch. Just touching is nice." I'm assuming that he meant "sex" and was too shy to say the word, so he said "that." And he continued to touch my face.
And I, passive person that I was, let him, but I was so tense. I gripped my blanket and lay very still. It was when his hand began to slide lower, lightly going over my chest and body, that I finally had to jolt away and tell him to stop. He almost touched my crotch! It was all through the blankets, but still!
He said sorry and eventually left, but it took a lot of convincing because I couldn't be assertive enough. I kept having to reassure him that he seemed like a nice guy, but that I didn't want to do anything. Yeah, I was trying to make him feel better, even though he was being a creep. But he sounded so pitiful, and I was passive and naive.
After he left, I breathed a sigh of relief. I just lay there awake. I was so afraid he'd come back. And wouldn't you know it, HE DID!! But he was only in the doorway for a moment, and I told him that I hadn't changed my mind and that he should try to go to sleep out in the living room. So, he left again. I stayed awake for a long time, but he never re-entered and I eventually fell asleep.
But yeah, as scared as I was at the time, now it's just hilarious! And I laugh every time I see him at work. And Arin laughs too because I told her all about it. We end up saying "So, you wanna?" back and forth and burst into laughter every time.
The way he kept glancing at me today makes me wonder if he does remember. And I wonder if he's embarrassed. I would be. :D
~Ferryn
I didn't even know the kid. I had seen him around school, but he was a grade below me. I'm sure he didn't know me either, except that I was Sam's little sister. That's pretty much how I was known throughout school. Sam's little sister. EVERYONE knew Sam.
Oh, and there was this one time when a chick came up to me and said, "You're Sam's sister, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you must be cool, 'cause Sam's cool."
I was dumbfounded, but my reply? "Not really."
Tangents are bad for me. Back to the story.
So, I sat down at the table just because there was nothing to do and I wasn't tired enough to go to bed yet. (Stop me if you've heard this story.) Mom and Dad went to bed, so it was just me and Dillon. We sat there a bit uncomfortably. Well, I guess I can't say how he was feeling, but I felt pretty weird. I had nothing to say to him.
He was sitting at the end of the table and I was on one of the sides. There was an empty chair to my right. Dillon suddenly got up and sat in that chair. I'm sure I tensed a bit. I had no idea what he was doing, and his next action was totally unexpected, but now I laugh and laugh about it, especially when I see Dillon at Mobil, because he probably doesn't remember a thing. (Holy run-on, Batman!)
He set his hand on my leg and said, "So, you wanna?" *dies laughing*
Back then, I had absolutely no spine. Insecurity was my middle name. I just sheepishly said, "I dunno." In my head I was saying no.
He started telling me how he was going into the Navy or some shit and would be gone soon. Was that his way of saying, "Come on, just have sex with me, dammit!"?
I ended up telling him that I was tired and was going to bed. Then I got up and left him there. I went into my room and got under the covers fully clothed. There was no way I was going to get undressed and sleep in my underwear like I usually do. I was afraid that he'd walk in. I was also afraid to go to sleep because I thought he'd come in and feel me up while I was sleeping. I just lay there with my eyes open, listening for sounds. (By the way, there's no lock on my door; otherwise, I would have done that.)
I didn't think he'd actually do it, but OMG, he ENTERED MY ROOM!! Not only that, but he SAT ON MY BED!!! And, as if that weren't enough, he began CARESSING MY FACE!!!! And I recall him saying something like, "We wouldn't have to do that, we could just touch. Just touching is nice." I'm assuming that he meant "sex" and was too shy to say the word, so he said "that." And he continued to touch my face.
And I, passive person that I was, let him, but I was so tense. I gripped my blanket and lay very still. It was when his hand began to slide lower, lightly going over my chest and body, that I finally had to jolt away and tell him to stop. He almost touched my crotch! It was all through the blankets, but still!
He said sorry and eventually left, but it took a lot of convincing because I couldn't be assertive enough. I kept having to reassure him that he seemed like a nice guy, but that I didn't want to do anything. Yeah, I was trying to make him feel better, even though he was being a creep. But he sounded so pitiful, and I was passive and naive.
After he left, I breathed a sigh of relief. I just lay there awake. I was so afraid he'd come back. And wouldn't you know it, HE DID!! But he was only in the doorway for a moment, and I told him that I hadn't changed my mind and that he should try to go to sleep out in the living room. So, he left again. I stayed awake for a long time, but he never re-entered and I eventually fell asleep.
But yeah, as scared as I was at the time, now it's just hilarious! And I laugh every time I see him at work. And Arin laughs too because I told her all about it. We end up saying "So, you wanna?" back and forth and burst into laughter every time.
The way he kept glancing at me today makes me wonder if he does remember. And I wonder if he's embarrassed. I would be. :D
~Ferryn