EXES AND OH'S

Silent Movies and Crossing Bridges

"What, are you like a paid escort now? A different guy each night?" Kurt jokes. I just told him about the whole Levi-Fridate and Günter-Saturdate situation. "Hot damn! Homegirl is so in demand like the latest iPhone model! Guys lined up and camped all night to get first dibs on the pussay!" He guffaws, and shoves a handful of freshly cooked popcorn into his mouth.

"No one gets the pussy, okay?" My reply to Kurt, munching on some kernels while we watch Nosferatu on his huge flatscreen. "At least not on the first date."

"Bitch, tell me what's the difference?" He inserts a popcorn in each of his nostrils, lifts his chin and then blew the kernels right on my face. 

"Ew, Kurt stop that! You're so fucking disgusting!" I smacked him in the head and laid down on the couch, my head against the armrest and my feet above his thighs.

"Charlie, both these guys have already raided your tomb more times than Lara Croft or Indiana Jones ever did, combined!" Kurt exclaims, his words muffled by the bunch of popcorn kernels inside his mouth. I giggle and he swallows down everything down before he went on to speak. "And it's not like you're a virgin, either! As if!" He grabs another kernel and projectile throws it into my mouth.

I catch one after a few tries and we raise our hands for a high five. "Fyi, Levi told me my pussy's so tight, that it feels like he's fucking a virgin every single time we have sex." I waggle my eyebrows at Kurt.

He mockingly shakes his head and widens his eyes at the screen. "Dear Jayzus Christ! Mary Mother of God left the chat. She's away to weep some real virgin tears right now for Charlotte Martina Bianchi."

I grab the huge bowl from his hands and playfully throw some bits of popcorn one by one at Kurt's face. "You're funny, and stupid. You're funny stupid."

Kurt lifts my ankles, and brings them back on top of his thighs after he crossed his legs. "Does any of them  know about the other guy, though?"

I chew on my lip for a second, not looking at Kurt. Why does he always ask the smartest fucking questions like this? "No, they don't have an idea. Like, why do I have to tell Levi and Günter? I'm not committed to any of them. I'm still single."

Kurt lets out a breath and rests his palms over my legs. "Do you want to hear the honest truth now?" He looks at me, his face dead serious.

Do I? Of course, I do. But why do I feel like I'm not going to like whatever he's about to tell me? I pop some kernels into my mouth and take a deep breath. "What?" I mumble and eye Kurt, pouting as I chew on my food.

"Levi wants to commit now," He puts it out plainly and simply, like it's a fact. I move my gaze away again from Kurt, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. "He feels like time's running out for him, he can't dog around anymore because he sees someone's interested with the goods, too." 

"The hell does that mean?" I decide to ignore his first statement and just focus on the latter. Well, fuck this. Why would Levi even want to commit? Kurt clearly doesn't know who this guy is — I do. I've known Levi for years. If he wanted to commit, he would have done it with a decent chick, probably with someone as dumb and as rich as him. Not with me, just some deranged psycho bitch who was so fucked up screwed by her exes. He just wants me for the sex, and this whole date thing? It's just a huge smokescreen.

"It means, he's threatened by Günter. And he might even be... jealous." He shrugs his shoulders. "He wants to be with you now, like, for real. Maybe he's been feeling that way for a while already. But only when the competition arrived that he fully realized that."