Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 2

The thing about Ethan is that he's like, constantly high. It's not on coke, or E, or heroin, or anything like that, only pot, and on occasion, 'shrooms. I know this for sure because Ethan always finds the need to remind me, almost every single time I see him that, "It's all about the naturals, Bren. All about the naturals."

Yes, my boyfriend is a hippy.

And, I mean, his apartment reeks of pot, all the time, and when I leave all my clothes end up reeking too, even though I've never touched the stuff in my life (okay, so, maybe once, but just once, just to try.)

I love him, I really do, but sometimes, I just want to grab him by the shoulders, shake him repeatedly while yelling, "We don't live in the 70's! You weren't even born in the 70's!"

Then again, I doubt it'd make much of a difference anyways.

Anyways, I bet your wondering how I got involved with a twenty-three year old man, so here it is: I met Ethan at some art thing my mom dragged me to because her friend got her tickets, and she had no one else to go with. When she wandered off, doing God knows what, and left me staring at some fucked up painting, not really getting what the hell it was supposed to be, when Ethan came up to me and said, "Fucking crazy amazing, isn't it?"

"Sure..." I said, before turning around, thinking it was some old, crazy art person that hadn't showered since the 60's or something. But, then I turned, looked at him, and my whole view on boring ass galleries changed at that very moment. Because, shit, if he wasn't the hottest thing I had ever laid eyes on in my whole entire life.

He talked. I drooled and blushed. My mom came back, told me we were leaving. He asked for my number. My mom gave me a weird look, but I gave it to him anyways. He called the next day and asked me if I wanted to hang out. We did. I ended up at his apartment an hour later. Then, I bent over his bed and he fucked me senseless. Then, I guess, the rest is history.

So, that brings me here now, almost a year later. It's Friday night, and I'm in that very same bed, lying on my back with Ethan beside me, his limp arm slung over my stomach. Okay, and so maybe we just had sex. And maybe, just maybe, I thought of Ryan right before I came. Okay, well, maybe it was more of me imagining him being the one fucking me instead of Ethan, than just a thought. But seriously, no. That is so wrong. So, so wrong.

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It's about eight the next night, and I'm standing at my doorstep, key in hand, contemplating whether to go inside or not. Because, I know the second I walk through the door my parents will jump and attack me and have me for a midnight snack for being home so late.

And, okay, maybe I did call earlier, at like, noon and told them I was just at Jon's house and I'd be home in an hour or so.

And, I was all ready at the door and stuff a half an hour later after hanging up. I swear. Then, Ethan gave me a goodbye kiss (even though he was driving me home) which turned into a few goodbye kisses. With a little bit of tongue. Which lead to some heavy groping, and then we were back in his room, on his hemp sheets, fucking.

Then, Ethan smoked some pot, and let me tell you, when Ethan gets high, he gets horny, and then the whole cycle started again.

After that, he was completely burnt out from the sex, and the weed, and immediately passed out. I figured I'd let him take a short nap since I was already late, but then feeling a little drowsy myself from all the mind-blowing sex we just had, I kind of fell asleep too.

And that leaves me here, standing outside of my door, backpack slung over my shoulder, and probably smelling like sex and weed because I didn't have any time to take a shower, eight hours after I said I'd be home.