How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

41 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

Time passed so slowly since that Sunday afternoon. Well, it was only Sunday night but still it felt like I had achieved the impossible in such a short amount of time.

I had done my laundry, (hanging out for the night, summer nights always felt like they are hotter than the day) homework and now I was lying on my floor, listening to Angus and Julia Stone. The slow beats and melodic voices calmed my mind and left me in a state of half meditation… just kind of without the thinking about nothing bit. Cos I was thinking about everything.

I was kind of surprised I had managed to do it all in a state of not really being there, something the boys or my parents didn’t notice. I guess they just thought I was in a bad mood or something.

I couldn’t even look at any of them knowing what I knew about what happened in the house only hours ago.

It made everything seem strange and foreign.

Someone burst into my room and I really couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day.

I felt the carpet as the person, or maybe two started walking towards me. Of course I had a niggling feeling I knew who it was.

Sure enough two heads popped into my line of view, both with huge smirks on their faces.

‘So, how’d the date go?’ Ma asked, not able to contain her excitement.

I sighed in response and Ma did not look impressed. Jules’ smile faltered. Both of them then came to lie on the floor with me, Jules’ head on my stomach.

‘Was it crap or something?’ Ma asked.

Should I tell them? I felt like it was something pretty huge and I sure as had to tell someone and it definitely wasn’t going to be J.

‘Is the door closed?’ I asked and Ma got up to shut it.

As soon as she came back I spat it out, not willing to hold it in anymore.

‘We had sex.’

The silence they gave me was suffocating.

I dunno what I thought when I told them but it sure as hell wasn’t silence.

‘Are you guys gonna say something? Growl me? Call me a slut? A high five?’

Neither took the bait.

After what felt like forever Jules finally spoke up.

‘How do you feel?’

The question came right out of left field. I didn’t know what to say.

‘Uh, I feel, weird, and a little sad. Why aren’t you guys responding?’ I was getting a little ticked off now.