Dreaming Doesn't Hurt, Right?

Everything Has Its Beginning

well..second chapter? haha...anyways...since im new here [as in account and writing, for ive read stories on here for a long time] i dont know if drug reference and cursing is allowed....well..i'll just look at the terms of service..haha

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It was already late at night when I finally decided to step out of the house in which bands were performing.  My head was throbbing from the head-banging music, and heat from inside.  It was mid-November, but it felt like it was the middle of July.  I took out a rolled up piece of paper, weed, and lit it up with the lighter I always carried at the back pocket of my jeans.  Before I could take a drag from it, I heard someone step out.  It was the bassist of the band that had performed earlier.

“O, I thought I heard someone out here.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone else would want to step away from all that shtuff that’s in there.” I said, debating whether I should move aside and give him some room on the hood of the car I was sitting on, or walk away. 

He walked towards me finding a spot beside me.  “So what made you walk away from ‘all that shtuff’ in there?” he asked.

“Mmm… it’s hot in there.” I said.

“You smoke weed?”

“I guess.”

“Well, then, don’t, it’s not good for you.” He tried to take the stub out of my hand.

I moved my hand out of his reach. “So what, I bet you do worse stuff than I do.”  I said gesturing with a nod of my head towards a little plastic baggie with white powder sticking out of his jeans’ front pocket. 

“So?  Been doing coke since I was in the fifth grade.”

“Really?  O no!” I covered my mouth in mock shock.

He leaned back against the window of the car.  His jet black hair seemed to blend into the car’s window.  I tried not to notice, but his shirt--displaying the logo of some band I’ve never heard of--rose above his belly button, exposing his finely defined abdomen.  I had no idea why, but my eyes were attracted to his stomach.  I’ve never been interested in guys with muscles, especially abs.

“Ew!  I see belly fat!”  I teased him, trying to pull my attention somewhere else.

“I bet you also have belly fat, too.” He said poking my ribs.

“Ow!  You have a bony finger, sir.”  I rubbed my side.  “Anyways, I have abs, so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ri-ight.  So, miss, name’s Chad.”

I looked at him, he was looking at the sky. “Ruth Bella.” I replied.

“Hello Ruth Bella pleased to meet you.”  He sat up and took my hand, kissing it, meeting my gaze.  “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you are truly gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”  I think I was blushing, but I wasn’t sure.  I never blush.  I tried to look at him squarely in the eye, and act his compliment had no effect on me, but he noticed the smile I tried hiding. 

Then he leaned in, and kissed me, it was a soft kiss, not demanding like many others.  His mouth tasted like metal.  And his breath filled my mouth.  I was shocked, and planned on pushing him off, but his kiss was so good.  They reached all the way to my toes, and up to my throbbing head.   

I ran my fingers through his greased, unwashed hair, and ran it down his neck, pulling him closer.  He gave a moan, and pulled away.  “Wow.”

“I’m sorry.” I said, getting off the car.

“No, I should be sorry.  I should of have not done that.  That was rude.” He said.

“No, it was interesting. I should get going before my parents find out I’m missing.” I hoped he wouldn’t offer to take me home.  I wanted to forget this boy.  He was just a dream, and by tomorrow, he will forget my name, or he probably already did.  Damn boys.

“I should give you a ride then, but by the way you’re looking at me so intently, I can tell you don’t want me to.”

“Haha, what are you now, a mind reader?”

“Nope, just Chad.  And I can tell ‘cuz all these chicks who want a ride stare at me with a longing stare.”

“Thanks.” And with that, I walked away.

                By the time I got home, it was 2 in the morning.  I went towards the side of the house, trying not to awaken my dogs, and climbed the brick wall onto the roof. From the roof, I swung through the window of my room.

                I was so damn tired that I didn’t bother to change; I just let myself fall atop my bead, and fell asleep.  Haha, Chad, who does he think he is?  Damn man-whore.

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thanks for reading! =D what you think? suggestions? will try to upload soon...i know...sounds kinda boring, but it will get good. =] [hopefully]  again...this is based on my life situautions, some are real, others made up...but dont worry, i've never done drugs ["never say never!...unless to drugs!"]  my friend and i were debating if it should be titled i hate my life: view points of a teenager