So yeah I know I technically missed a day, but for real guys I picked a horrible time to do this because moving is so hard and we're half living at each house and idk. No wifi, but for all you guys reading Beating Death, I mean I have the updates typed up it's just a matter of time until I can get to the internet so I can update. Anyway. I don't consider it the next day until I go to sleep and wake up. Again sorry about the spacing, and Um.. I kind of just went to town on this one, since I was writing it at the DMV, lol so enjoy.
Warning: This short story is kinda creepy.
Song: Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne
Jason,
Every month now. Every month without fail, I've sat up writing one of these, and yet no response to you ever so lovely girlfriend. Jason. Don't you remember a time when we saw each other every day without fail? I remember those days like just yesterday.
"Oh hey," said a boy with a great big smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. His smile, the way his lips curved above those shiny white teeth was one of the first things I noticed about the boy. Distracting me completely from what he had said.
"Hey," I flashed my own toothy crooked grin back at the boy, "I know you," I said in a voice, much different from the tone I actually used with my friends, as if I had lit up just in the sight of him. I added a giggle on the end of my sentence for extra measure, and cuteness value.
"Yeah you just moved in right next door right?" Not only was his voice heavenly, as if he was sent down by spirit gods to be with me, but so was he. He had a chiseled swimmers body, and long blonde hair, that hung just hardly into his light blue eyes.
"Uhhuh," I nodded, with a smile on my face, this time instead of giving him a creepy lopsided toothy smile, I kept my lips shut and gave him a grin.
"And it's Malanie right?" he asked, as he started to walk towards the direction of the gym.
"Delaney," I corrected keeping the same smile on my face.
"Oh that's a pretty name," he said, "I've got to get to class, but tell your mom y'all can come over for dinner if you want, my mom likes to meet the new neighbors and all that stuff," he smiled again as he walked off into the gym.
I wouldn't tell my mom. I didn't want her to meet him.
That night, in my room, I watched him. The perfect boy that would someday be mine, the perfect boy that was going to pull me into his arms and call me my own, he lived right there, right across the yard. In this city neighborhood, the houses weren't far away, and I could see everything. Everything.
I could see her, through his window with no curtins on it. I could see her, on his lap, and then I could see him undressing her, slowly, piece by piece, until she wore nothing by the sexy lacey thing, on her waist. I imagined myself there. With those bright pink panties on, I imagined him kissing me, and licking me, and touching me the way he was probably touching her.
There was nothing I wanted more than for him to be there in that moment and I imagined him there. His hips were grinding against mine, and his lips pressed against my own. Kissing my gently at first, and then filling his kisses with desire and passion. Pressing harder and harder against me, then suddenly we exploded together and we were one, if only for a moment our legs tangled together, and it was over.
The moment was gone as fast as it had come, and my dream was over. The moment of passion I imagined with him was all a lie, and it was gone. My curtain was closed, but on the other side I peeked through it, and I saw them, nothing but a bump under the blankets, and I could almost hear the screams of utter desire coming from her lips. He always made them scream.
