One of Those Nights

I.

I.

I'm no serious. I can be serious. But I like seasonings so it went to not-serious. Bullsht, I'd already done that, will I ever do it again, I f-ing need ideas. The juvenile needs brain. Knowledge. Not dumbness. Her dumbness is chafing on me.

I crossed my finger, waiting for possible outcomes to drag. It won't occur. Damn. I stepped out of my room and listen to the growling of rock music and groaning of people making out on the couch, on the dining and almost everywhere around the house. Bullshit brother, I mutter under my breath. I pulled the knees of my PJs and pushed the door to my room. I was about to but then I heard a glass shattering. I looked back. Cameron Arnaldi. Why is he here? Bullsht, how many times did I use this word? I wonder.

"Oh hey. Miya. How was .." But then he did not finish his sentence, he dropped. Whaat? Is he expecting me to pick him up? He ain't a piece of book. I pushed the door again and finally dropped my body on my bed. I closed my eyes but Cameron appeared in front of the blackness.

"Okay okay. I'm coming to get you." I said as I pulled the knees of my PJs again and got out.

Picking up his arm, I realize that he was bleeding. I sighed. Gosh, he's damn irritating. Imagine how can one guy chafe you one million times in one day.

I couldn't ask for my brother's help since he might not even know Cameron and we had a fight over yogurt this morning.

"Okay. Pull this damn guy now. Don't look, so you won't have to see him bleed. Why did he even decide to lay on broken glasses?" Cameron has caused me a lot of self-talking in one day.

I pulled his arm again but someone muttered to my face.
"Need help, eh?" Ew, his breath totally stinks. But .. "Yeah. Can you carry him to my room?"

With no massive effort he flipped Cameron and held him under his arms.

"Thanks." I mumbled at him.
"No biggie, he got a massive cock you know "

I know it was a kind of joke but guiltiness went back again, I shrug. But perhaps, he really has a big cock. Oh no. I shrug again.

My eyes went to his pants. I gulped. Do drunk guys get a boner? Or, he really has a big cock?

"Mi ... Miya" Shrugging, I stared at his half open eyes.

"Yeah - yes?"

"'Tso hot." He started unzipping his pants. Oh no. I looked back but it was kind of irresistible. So I stood there, squared in dumbness.

"Er. Need help?" I say, seeing him having a hard time on pulling his pants.

"Yes Miy. Please." I walked towards him, whilst the word Miy reiterating on my mind. I put off his converse and kicked it behind me, then helped him pull his pants. Thank god, we had successfully pulled it off but no thanks god, I don't want chicken legs with eggs and sausage. Oh, I mentally spank my head. What am I thinking? Writing sex scenes doesn't really help. But.. writing sex scenes was never a crime.

Or perhaps, a crime when you hold the title, Little Miss Goody Goody. I couldn't say ouch or pull the hairs of those who say. I can't blame them for acquiring that title for me, because I really am a goody goody, keeping my group of friends less so I don't need to deal with somebody's shit anymore. Cara and Kassi are fine to me, though Kassi might be a little btch some of the times. It's fine though, still having them beside me even I'm no fun.

I covered Cameron's bottom but he wiped it out of his legs and moan. He must be in his wet dreams.

"Miya" He says, his eyes now open, thoroughly.

"What?"

"My elbows and back hurts." He says, still having the hint of drunkenness.

"Oh sht, I'm sorry Cam, I forgot you're bleeding." I pop out of bed worriedly.

"Tsk tsk. The girl's swearing and what? Pardon please? Cam? Shall I cum?"

I rolled my eyes. "Do get out of my room if you're fine. Go now. Go."

"Fine!" He smirks and stands. He makes his way through the door. when he passed me, I saw how bad the bleeding was and how bad he was. He's sewing his way, so I blurted out, "I'm sorry I was such a pussy for treating you like that. Get back here, you're not totally fine though you can open your damn eyes."

He made it back to me, falling to me and bringing us on the floor as soon as he got a hold of me. I groaned. He could be this damn heavy.

"I see. I think you really have a talent on writing." I should have been overwhelmed if I wasn't reminded that it was a tease. Why it had to be him who had seen my stuffs? It should have just been Kendall or perhaps, Cara. That would go fine.

"Cameron. Please do shut up."

"You say pussy!" Then he claps.

"For your fckng information I have said zillion of swears and bad words. Holding the title miss little goody goody doesn't mean you can say no bad words anymore. I'm no fckng good Cameron, I fck myself. You see me that way because you convince yourself to believe that title!"

He laughs. He seemed not interested with my speech. "Can you say fckng dick for me? Pretty pls?"

I slapped his bleeding elbow. "Alright Arnaldi! I'm done with you!"

I pushed him out of me and stood when he pulled my hand big time, making me drop on the floor again.

"I'm sorry. I'm such a fckng dick." He said with his most sincere and husky voice.

I stared at his eyes, then it grew bigger and bluer, he was coming to combine our lips. As he did, he twitched mine with his teeth.

I closed my eyes, forget the blue skies that his eyes brought and feel the flesh of his lips.

He moves his hand and clasp his fingers with mine. In 5 seconds, we were finger-clasping, the next minutes I was lying, my back blatantly feeling the coldness of the floor. He starts massaging my belly with his other hand whilst the other was joining my arm. He stopped, stared in my eyes and there I was, awakened with the skies from his eyes. But it wasn't that long till' the blue skies were gone, he lowered his head and I know, being the goody goody I am, I should have disagreed; yet, I let him bring me into dawn, gasping for air and squirming in pleasure.

It's like one of those nights in movies where the star forgets that he's the villain.

I couldn't believe we happened - and on the floor.