I Love You! Asshole.

TWO

"I'll be back soon, I promise." He promised me.

"Okay," He gave me an assuring smile and kissed me roughly before stepping out my car.

I sighed and drove out of their driveway. Here we go again. Honestly, I don't know why I hated it when Jake told me he had to go home. I just dropped him off his house and it wasn't the first time I had to say goodbye to someone who was at my mine but this felt fucking painful. It was like a long aged wound re-opened again.

I drove back to my house in silence. Sighing, knowing that I'm spending tonight's night alone, again. I parked my car and walked into the house again. Hooked my phone to the speakers and played music real. fucking. loud. It was like my way of getting through the silence. It made me feel like I wasn't alone.

The good thing about not living in a suburban was that it was private as fuck, smash symbals at 2:00 am and no one has the right to complain cause your parents own the whole fucking 60,000 square foot area. All for their 17 year old son whom they hardly see.

I opened my computer and logged into skype. Usually my parents would leave me a message telling me when they can skype because of the time difference. Most of the time, I can't skype when they can or I'm asleep. But it's fucking heaven when we can skype.

I was in heaven right now.

We can all skype.

I've got to be the happiest human a live.

For real.

I fixed my hair slightly as I rang them up. The puffiness under my eyes were clear with the lighting but I knew that didn't really matter right now.

"Hey mom," I waved at the camera and my mom smiled back. I was still waiting for my dad to pick up but I'm glad to see my mom. Even if it was just through a screen, it meant a lot to me.

My mom was truly beautiful. I got her eye shape but got dad's colors. Her smile was what I admired the most. It was the smile that when you look at it, it said "It's okay, you're not alone. You're alive and you're not just a sad story or a memory in the future."

"Heya kid," I hear my dad greet as he showed up.

"Hey guys," I greeted the two of them.

"How you doing Alex?" My mom asked me.

"Same 'ol same 'ol. This whole you guys not being here, I'm kinda just used to it. Like of course I would do anything for you guys to just stay but if this is the life we're set out to be. Just live and move on I guess," I shrugged my shoulders.

"I know this is tough for you baby, it's tough for us too. But love disregards distance and circumstance. A whole lot more acutally and it would take us days to list. But we'll be together very soon," My dad told me.

Who knew my old man could be so goddamn deep? Straight to the heart!

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I woke up the following morning groaning. Sunday's are usually a day where I train my gore out of my body at the practice for the games but the games are over now. Which means I have nothing to do. I'm just hoping by "soon" Jake means today.

I got up and made myself a cup of coffee while I checked on instagram to see how my account was doing. I pour all my heart out on my feed. It really means a lot to me and it says a lot about me as a person. It's my story. Every photo posted is a page of my story. A story that if it ends, it'll hopefully become a memoir of the life I've lived.

Heya, please tell me you're coming over today...

I sent to Jake and just soon my phone vibrated.

Open the fucking door, please.

I nearly choked on the hot beverage. Tripping on my own foot more than once, I finally was able to open the door for Jake and my arms just instantly wrapped themselves around him.

"Haha hey," He chuckled hugging me back lightly before I released him.

"Come in!" I cheered as I dragged him to the couch where I spent my night in.

"You're hyped up, what's up?" He tells me and I rolled eyes. How could he even ask that? Of course I'd be acting like I'm on drugs when I get a visitor.

"Cause you're here ok?" I told him and smiled.

"Soo, what're we going to do today?" He tells me grabbing a pillow to embrace.

"Netflix and chill," I answered sarcastically and he arched a brow.

"Ya do know that's how penetration starts right?" He asked me.

"Don't think so. Penetration starts when the sausage first thrusts into the pocket. Trust me, my parents are doctors." I babbled sarcastically.

"Ok Sex god, ok.." He scoffs.

"No really, I thought we'd go a ride around. Your vehicle of choice." I told him and he looked up.

"Can I drive too?" He asks me excitedly.

Should I say 'yes'? I've never really considered people driving my car. None of my friends bothered to ask too since they know how I am when it comes to taking care of my babe. Like, I'm not the safest driver but I can sure kick some ass if they scratch it or even stain the seats.

"Sure?" I responded and he launched at me like the happiest kid at state.

"YAY!!!" He yells as he leans down to capture my lips.

I let him have dominance as I melted away as his lips glidded with mine. His lips were chapped and sharp and that's what I loved about them. They gave a certain feeling when you felt them against your lips. He bit my bottom lip with such force it sent shivers down my spine. His hand roamed
my body as he grinded against me slowly. I grabbed his pants closer to my sweats.

"Nu-uh,"He teases stepping off of me and sitting back down to his place.

"Fuck!" I shouted as my manhood grew tall.

I licked my lips as I watched Jake watch my manhood rise slowly.