Broken Guitar Strings

Chapter 40

Forewarning, this chapter's a little bit dirty...

(CHANYEOL'S POV)

Ten minutes after my parents left for the conference, Miriam arrives at my door with a loose white crop top and black leggings. Her blonde hair is so long, even in a side braid like it is now. I guess she grew out of those pigtails too. It's so nice to spend time with a girl that's neither a bitch, nor is trying to run away from you to another guy. She wears a bit more makeup than Allie, but considering Savannah and the other girls I have encountered, it's very impressive to look like that.

I close the door behind her and she takes off her white converse Chuck Taylors. "Your house is somewhat bigger than mine, but then again, you're the heir of Samsung." I smile, gesturing her inside. "So what happened to your fashion line?"

"Oh, dear God. It went down in a blaze of fiery glory. I said goodbye to those scarves and hats and scratchy wool mittens." She shudders a little bit. "However, I have been looking into starting another fashion line. And trust me, it'll be good this time. I look to Fresh Tops and H&M for some inspiration; my mom's been giving me some guidance too because as you know, she's very involved in the fashion business. It's what she does for a living." I place down two cups of water and sit down, nodding. Miriam wasn't a huge, famous heir like me and Allie. She was a mediocre heir, whose family still had an abundance of money.

We decide to go grab some dinner at Noodles and Company. I learned that even though Miriam was into high-end fashion and trendy clothing, she has big dreams of going to college and starting up a huge business. The path's already easily laid out for her, she just has to walk it without fear. She's very intelligent, well-rounded and confident; she knows which direction she wants to go in. She is not indecisive...like some other people I know.

She told me that she heard about my engagement with Allie and she wants to tell me congratulations. As we get back to my mansion, it's already seven fifty. I sigh as I close the door and flick on the lights. "I don't think Allie loves me. It's more of just...financial connections." She nods. "I know what you're talking about."

I told her that there was another boy out there, and they're spending time together for two entire weeks without me. "I don't want to dwell on this problem too much." I take off my jacket. "Actually, to be honest, that's part of the reason why I hit you up to hang. To take my mind off of all this." She nods again, saying, "I know. I'll be here for you whenever I can be." Then she walks over to me and hugs me. She smells like lilies and candy. It's actually a nice combination. Her hugs are different from Allie's: they are internally strong, but gentle on the outside.

Miriam puts her finger on my chest and traces a line all the way up to my chin. "I've...missed you. It's been really boring back in Idaho. All you can find are potatoes." I chuckle, feeling a little bit uneasy inside. But this feels great. You don't have to feel all sorry for yourself anymore, Chanyeol.

Before I actually register what I was doing, I lift my hand and touch her finger that's near my chin. I guide her hand down to her side, and place my lips on top of hers. Her mouth is very defined. Suddenly she pulls away, and she tugs at her braid. Her hair falls out into an even longer blonde wave. She tilts her head back and shakes it, then runs through it. Even though it is now down and messy, she looks beautiful.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask. "Why not? We have a lot of time to kill." She smirks.

Next I know, we're in the basement sitting next to each other under a sheet and two blankets watching Nightmare on Elm Street. Horror movies never scared me, and the scary parts didn't seem to scare Miriam either. However, what she did do was reach both of her hands over to me and hugged me. We cuddled and it was very nice. Take this, Allie. Take this and shove it up your ass.

I got a little bit sleepy just sitting there all cozily, and there was a point where I dozed off for a few minutes. I was only subconsciously awake as the movie played on. Miriam moved a lot closer to me, until she was practically sitting on one of my legs. Some of her hair is covering my face; her hair smells like coconuts. When the movie ends, she turns around and sits on top of my thighs. The credits roll as she mumbles, "Chanyeol, I'm so tired." It must be past nine thirty by now. Her lips collide with mine and her hands are on top my thighs, close to my hips. We are tangled under the sheets; she continues kissing me until I come up gasping for air.

I bet Allie would be jealous. She's jealous of you, Chanyeol. More. More.

I pull Miriam in even closer, and run my hands up her back. Her skin is very smooth; and I can feel her bra. I was kind of wondering why it didn't show much with a white crop top on, but then I discovered why after her top came off: her bra was black and it was one of those thin, crossback sports bras. She bites her lips and runs her mouth along the edge of my lips. She lies down completely against me, with her lips still near mine. I put my hands on her waist and run them down until I reach...her bottom. I pull on her waistband. I know she wants this. I know she does.

But do I?

Chanyeol, you know you want it too. Take it from her. It will make Allie so jealous that she'll leave Lay behind in a bowl of dust.

Miriam continues by running her hands up my shirt and feeling my abs. I have worked a lot for those abs, so now if I gain a few extra pounds, they will still be there. That's how hard they are, but I do try to work out and tone them almost every day. Miriam groans as her fingers glide over my stomach and up to my chest. I take off my shirt, baring my shoulders. "Chanyeol," she mumbles lazily. She sounds like she's drunk, but she hasn't been having any alcohol. I kiss her neck a few times and then push her leggings down until they drop to her ankles. She wiggles her legs and they drop to the floor. She is wearing a black thong and I can already feel hardness coming on. She sits right on top of where my jean pant legs meet each other and moves around. I moan, kissing her. She then looks down and nimbly uses her fingers to undo my fly. I don't even know what I'm doing; I have no sense of direction, time, or place. All I know is that there is a girl with long blonde hair sitting on top of me. And we're getting it on.

Don't be naughty. I hear my mother's voice ring in my head.

Suddenly I open my eyes wide. I look down at the focal point of where our bodies meet, and I immediately come to my senses. "Miriam," I say loudly. I breathe unevenly; staring in disbelief that I could've gone this far with a girl I haven't seen in three years. I got it, Mom. I would never do that with someone I haven't seen in a couple of years. That's what I remember telling my mom. I feel very guilty right now. Miriam stares at me, and asks, "Are you okay?" She gets off of me and sits beside me on the couch. She puts her hand on my left arm, leaning on me in a comforting manner. "I- I didn't...I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's okay." I zip up and button the fly to my jeans and lean over, cupping my hands around my mouth and nose. Jealousy...pulled the veil over my eyes. Jealousy of Lay. I knew that I was already in a very bad mood, but bad to the point where...I'd have sex with someone I haven't talked to for years?

I stand up and look at the clock across the room. It says 10:12 PM. One of the blankets in on the floor, along with her leggings and top. I reach for my fitting cotton shirt and put it back on. I turn to Miriam, who has just pulled her leggings up. "I'm so sorry," I say disorientedly. She looks empathetically at me and says, "No, I understand." Her eyebrows falter and the edges of her mouth lift up just the tiniest bit. "I can't expect this of you, especially when it's been so long and you hated me before."

I just...can't do it. "Miriam, you are an amazing girl. Go define your passions and chase your dreams. Someone like me...will only slow you down. You are beautiful. But I don't think our paths mingle. I just..." I sigh. "I only cross paths that lead me closer to Allie, and not away from her."

A/N: So basically Chanyeol's feelings hit him harder than he thought they would, and he needed to indulge in something to keep himself from losing it. I know that I'm being a little ridiculous with his thoughts, but I don't often write with the perspective of a boy! Sorry about that :[