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heres my attempt at a story. i donno. rough draft, im writin' it on the spotso sorry if it sucks!
Part 1
I opened the door of his room, in the small two room apartment he and my old band mate shared, on the southside of some town i forgot i lived in. He laid in his bed, to big for his room,white covers with paint stains from his projects, were snuggly pulled up to his neck. making his body seem smaller than it actually is.
i walked in knowing he was asleep. knowing he didn't know i was there, and slipped into the bed i had slept in after drunkin' nights spent around town. after talks you only have with your best friend. after he drew me,and i wrote him. I could smell his high wearing off,and looked over to find his bong sitting next to his paints and dirty clothes. I pushed his wavy black hair, that was brown now because of the sun, out of his eyes and stared at his californian dreams opening up. He didn't belong in this city, and in three months, when the snow freezes his teeeth off, he'll realize this.
" what are you doing here" he asked,as he lifted his body up, wearing that shirt we bought together the day I lost my lover.
" About yesterday-" I say, not knowing the words spilling out of my mouth
"its fine i forgot about it already." he said, reaching for a drink of water.
I stare at him,and sigh. its so difficult, convincing someone that knows you so well. He knows how unsure i am, he knows what im thinking at this very moment. i move toward him,and sit on his lap, facing him, legs bent backwards, and pull the cup of stale water away from his mouth.
" About yesterday" i say firmly. "I want to throw our friendship away, forgot about the late night talks. I want to give it all up,because I think I'm in love with you, but yesterday, with you telling me this after the show, when I wasn't ready to hear it. I couldn't handle it". I move my hands and rest them on his hip bones,that stuck out like mine.
" You shouldn't need to be prepared for something like that" he says, comtimplating removing my hands, but lets them keep his body warm.
" But I do. I need the time to think" I say.
we stare at each other for a moment,and i finnaly lean in and kiss his lips, slip toungue in like its sopose to belong there. Feel his history on the isides of his cheeks, that fight from a year ago. his scars from braces from high school. He doesn't reject me, he knows me too well. knows that I can handle this, but I can't handle talking it.
He moves his hands to the lower of my tight knit sweater, feeling the skin under it,feeling the hooks of my bra. its broad day light out,and i just want it to be dark, so i feel this is all okay. he can sense this, and moves me to the bed, his body half on mine. Hand racing up my stomach, under my bra, circling my nipples.
-should i continue?!
Part 1
I opened the door of his room, in the small two room apartment he and my old band mate shared, on the southside of some town i forgot i lived in. He laid in his bed, to big for his room,white covers with paint stains from his projects, were snuggly pulled up to his neck. making his body seem smaller than it actually is.
i walked in knowing he was asleep. knowing he didn't know i was there, and slipped into the bed i had slept in after drunkin' nights spent around town. after talks you only have with your best friend. after he drew me,and i wrote him. I could smell his high wearing off,and looked over to find his bong sitting next to his paints and dirty clothes. I pushed his wavy black hair, that was brown now because of the sun, out of his eyes and stared at his californian dreams opening up. He didn't belong in this city, and in three months, when the snow freezes his teeeth off, he'll realize this.
" what are you doing here" he asked,as he lifted his body up, wearing that shirt we bought together the day I lost my lover.
" About yesterday-" I say, not knowing the words spilling out of my mouth
"its fine i forgot about it already." he said, reaching for a drink of water.
I stare at him,and sigh. its so difficult, convincing someone that knows you so well. He knows how unsure i am, he knows what im thinking at this very moment. i move toward him,and sit on his lap, facing him, legs bent backwards, and pull the cup of stale water away from his mouth.
" About yesterday" i say firmly. "I want to throw our friendship away, forgot about the late night talks. I want to give it all up,because I think I'm in love with you, but yesterday, with you telling me this after the show, when I wasn't ready to hear it. I couldn't handle it". I move my hands and rest them on his hip bones,that stuck out like mine.
" You shouldn't need to be prepared for something like that" he says, comtimplating removing my hands, but lets them keep his body warm.
" But I do. I need the time to think" I say.
we stare at each other for a moment,and i finnaly lean in and kiss his lips, slip toungue in like its sopose to belong there. Feel his history on the isides of his cheeks, that fight from a year ago. his scars from braces from high school. He doesn't reject me, he knows me too well. knows that I can handle this, but I can't handle talking it.
He moves his hands to the lower of my tight knit sweater, feeling the skin under it,feeling the hooks of my bra. its broad day light out,and i just want it to be dark, so i feel this is all okay. he can sense this, and moves me to the bed, his body half on mine. Hand racing up my stomach, under my bra, circling my nipples.
-should i continue?!