Living a Nightmare and a Dream

Chapter 4: Party Time and Memories

It had been two and a half years since I ran into Jesmin. Two and a half years since I had asked her out. I was laying on my bed thinking of all of this when I heard the shower cut off. Thankfully my room was connected to the bathroom so Jesmin wouldn't have to change in there. I bet she still would though.

"Hey baby, where's my bra?" I heard Jesmin yell through the door.

"Which one? It seems like all your bras have somehow migrated from your house to mine." I turned and looked at the door.

"The black one. You know the one I'm talking about." Jesmin poked her head out the door and winked at me. Oh, THAT black one. I snickered and slowly crawled to the end of my bed. I reached down and felt around on the floor until I felt the strap. No I didn't sleep with her. Okay we slept in the same bed, but for sleeping purposes only. I may have been with her for a while, but I'm not ready for that quite yet. Sure, I'll change with her, but I'm not having sex while still in high school. That's not me. The only reason why her bra was on my floor was because she had to change. You people and your nasty minds.

"You mean, THIS black bra?" I turned quickly and flung it at the door. Jesmin squealed and hid behind the door. She poked back out and stuck out her tongue while she reached down to pick it up.

"You suck sometimes you know that right?" She left the door open just a little so we wouldn't have to shout at each other.

“Well, if I sucked sometimes, that would make me bi right?" I grinned and got off the bed. We were both headed to a friend of mine's party. It the weekend after all, and my friend is notorious for her parties. Her name was Parker Haddock. I had known her for a long time but we grew apart and now we were starting to hang out again. She was about 5’10” and had beautiful, dirty blonde hair that had a little wave to it, but not too much. It fell a little past her shoulders and brown eyes to match her hair. She was a muscular girl from all the surfing she did out on the coast. Her skin was tan no matter the season and was always looking for an excuse to escape to her little island or to go out hunting with her boyfriend Luka. Tonight was her birthday and apparently this was going to be one of the best parties ever. I was excited for what this badass was gonna come up with this time. Thankfully, she was really accepting of Jesmin and was letting me bring her as long as there wasn’t too much PDA. This was going to be a night filled with guys with boners because I’m kissing some girl. But first, I had to have a little fun with Jesmin.

I slipped into the bathroom and hugged her from behind, first pushing her damp hair to one side of her neck and then sliding my hands into the front pockets of her jeans. She giggled a little and pulled my hands back out.

"What did I do this time babe?" I looked at her in the mirror and fell in love. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, and was only wearing a bra for the time being. I noticed a black tank laying on the counter next to her and a leather jacket. God, she knew how to look hot around me. Then again, I thought she was hot in anything. She never believed me though. She always thought there was something wrong. Her bangs didn't look right, she was getting fat, some top she loved in a store didn't look good on her, or she would be in sweatpants and one of my sweatshirts (the hottest outfit for any girl really) and she would get embarrassed if I stared too long at her.

"You didn't do anything. I just need to get on my shirt. I can't really go to a party in a bra and jeans now can I?" She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. I laughed and kissed her forearm and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She squealed and playfully fought me, but I picked her up and put her on the bathroom counter.

"Well, you can go to a party in just a bra and jeans. Just it would be a party of two. No more. No less." I winked and kissed her just enough to get her attention and pulled away. I could see from her facial expression that she wanted more. I guess she read my face because she grinned and ran her hands up my arms.