Where Dreams Come True (On Hold)

Chapter 4: Girl Chat

7.16.15

Okay, i'm really nervous about this one. I've never written a sex scene (and probably never will, sorry guys), and the closest I'll ever get is what you'll see in this chapter (and probably future ones, as well), something of which I've not really written before, either. I just hope how I wrote what I wrote, works.

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I was given a new pancake and ate it, making happy noises as I savored it. North, despite his well-known distaste for all things sugar, had made me another one (he's a softie like that), and I loaded it up with toppings once again. He sat with me and watched me fondly as I ate it. I think he secretly likes it when I like things he makes—yes, even if it's sweets.

I'm now by the pool dialing Karen. It's dark out, but the pool light gives off a glow that I love. It has a lovely ambiance that's peaceful.

Karen is the only person I kept in contact with after leaving Ashley Waters. As we spent more time together in school, we had formed a friendship like one I'd never had before—other than with my boys, of course. She was the one person at school I could talk to about the boys with. After her initial shock and tiny bit of disappointment when I told her how I felt about the boys, she was 100% supportive and on board, and the only person to be so (mostly) immediately. I think she even might have been a little jealous of me. Which didn't help in my anxiety towards the relationship since I felt extremely selfish for the longest time.

She was—and is—practically our own little cheerleader. She rooted—and continues to root—for my relationship with the boys. She's like the sister I always wished I had.

If I couldn't go to one of the boys (which was rare, admittedly), I would go to her. Eventually Erica and Jessica were added to the mix, but for a while it was just Karen. She didn't, and doesn't, know about the Academy, and she never asked questions. She just understood that my life might be different than your average persons—I mean, aside from having multiple boyfriends at once. And I love her for it all—she's my best friend.

Holding the ringing phone to my ear, I wait for the girl to answer. It goes to voicemail; "Hi this is Karen, I'm not picking up because you suck," her recorded voice sings. I call again rolling my eyes at the message.

"Sang!" she answers jovially.

"Karen, guess what?!" And I'm excited all over again.

"What? Did the good doctor do that thing with hi-"

"Karen!" I interrupt her, alarmed at her immediate train of thought. "I am not talking about that with you right now!" Good thing, too, as Kota joins me on one of the pool loungers. He positions himself behind me, his legs positioned on either side of my hips and drags me back so I'm leaning into his chest.

"What? Why? If something good happened, you have to tell me. I live vicariously through you, you know," she informs.

"I don't understand why, though. You don't like men."

"That's exactly why, though!" She exclaims as if it makes perfect sense. And, I mean, maybe it does. I don't judge. "I mean, I don't get to experience men like you do, so I need the 411. I don't get off on it or anything. It's purely informational."

"411? Really, Karen? Besides, to be completely honest, I don't think many, if any, people get to experience men like I do. I'm surprised you don't get the dish from my boys," I say dully.

"Oh, I do, don't worry," she chirps brightly. What the...?

"What?!" I screech. They better not fudging do that. I'll allow them to do that among themselves, away from my ears...but outside our family? Oh heck no.