Less than Lovers, More than Friends

New Family

As I sit here in my bed, I still can't believe it. He's right here. I look down, and there he is, his dark brown curls laying on my egyptian cotton pillowcase. His deep blue eyes, covered by tired, heavy lids. He is here, in my bed. A place where boys are not allowed to sleep. A place that is saved for me. But yet, I can't make him go. And I don't want to.

It's quite an crazy tale. A mixture of mischief and porny thoughts. And from porny thoughts, comes porny actions. It was something that was never supposed to happen. It was something that I swore I would never do. But sometimes you put your foot in the water, and you can't help but take a bath. He did that to me. He pulled me in and under. And it was worth it.

It all started in an odd way. It wasn't him in the beginning. Life had to take just the right path, and I had to make just the right choices. I did. Took the path of most resistance you could say, because it sure as hell wasn't easy. It was a secret emotional roller coaster that was never supposed to be. And now I will tell you my story. Because It wants to be told.

Apparently I had a new cousin. Now me saying this, you would probably assume that I am saying I have a new baby in the family. Not so much. My father's sister, had adopted a child. But he isn't a child. He was a boy. A teen. A young adult. Sixteen. Too old to adopt. But she was saving him. A friend of the family, who's parents were gone. Dead. Gone. And she saved him. Saved him from the system. Saved him from himself. And now I have to deal with him.

I was nonchalant. Like I was better than him. I would show up late. At the holidays, everyone gathers to my grandparent's house. The funny thing is, this is my father's parents, and he's not around. Apparently, he found it necessary to run off with another family and leave me with my evil bitch mother. No one talked about it. Grandma was in denial. My mother didn't care. She was probably partially responsible for the downfall. So I have no dad. And no one knows where he is. And thus there is a big gray area... Which ironically is my last name. I am Meredith Grey.

They were there for three days before I showed up. I didn't need to come crawling over there giving hugs and pretending life was wonderful. It's not. In fact, I have a saying... Life blows. And not in the good way. Not in the suck your cock hard and drink you down because I like the way to taste sort of way. No, it blows more in the cock slap you until you are bruised and bloody way. And if you don't agree with that, then good for you. Obviously your life hasn't blown.

So three days. And then I show up. I walk in there like I am the boss. This kid is pissing on my territory. I am princess here. I have already talked about it. Negotiations. I actually had them. Fifty percent. He was entitled to fifty percent of what I got. If I got three hundred dollars, he would get one-fifty. Period. I got more. I am boss. I am princess.

There he was. He stuck out. Literally. Not his cock! Seriously. I swear he had glue in his hair. No. He really had glue in his hair. I know what you are thinking. It was not gel. It was Elmer's. The poor damn horse that contributed to that bottle was fucked. Now he was on a horny sixteen year old's head. He was awkward. I had to laugh. I had to. It was white, like cum. Cum in his hair. Who was he blowing?

"Hey." He said to me. Seriously... Was he really talking to me? "I'm Mark."

"I'm Meredith." I muttered as he stuck out his hand. Awesome dude. What are you, fifty?

"I heard you don't like hugs... So..." He muttered sheepishly. Who had the upper hand? I have the upper hand. He is sheepish.

My aunt came up and gave me a hug. I hate hugs. I do not like the physical touch. I have issues. I have reasons. And I don't talk about it, period. Don't like it? Too damn bad.

My family is so fucking fake it makes me sick. Everyone is happy. Do they not know that people are dying? Do they not know that life sucks? Yeah. Blows, remember? That is how my family is. Let's all be happy, pass the fucking gravy. And me, I want to splash the steaming hot goop in their face and cause burns on their flesh. Blisters. Yeah, apparently I am dark too. I forgot to mention that.