Dirty Boy Grimes

Sexy Time

c/n = crush name

     It was a beautiful night in the city of New York.   You recall looking outside of your apartment window ever so often just to admire the thick white substance that seemed as though it was dripping from the sky in massive clumps all night.   This, my friend, was snow. It was not, in fact, what you probably had visualized it to be.  You are a filthy pig. 

     Anyhow, you were resting on your couch, trying to sleep, just when you heard a small beep come from your phone.  You reached over and picked it up, noticing the time (1:48am) just before unlocking your phone.  The notification was a text message received from c/n.  

     Upon opening the text, you read his message saying a warm "hey how r u?".  A strange feeling inside your stomach comes as you begin to type your reply, "good, you?" 

     Your conversation continued with him until he asks to play twenty questions.  Without hesitation, you agreed and he replied with his first question, "how many kills ya got?" followed by a typed out winky face.  Again, a feeling inside your stomach became present, but it is much different this time.  Using your hands, you counted out how many "kills" you have. 

     17 is the reply that he appeared to be quite impressed with.  He responded with a simple "could i be your 18th?" And, of course, considering he was the most popular boy at school, you said yes.  

     You stood up and walked into your room, and immediately to your closet.   Reaching in, you happened to grab a something that no one but yourself knew about.   Upon doing so, you made your way into the bathroom and grabbed a small box filled with a bunch of things that rattled when they were shaken.  After collecting everything you needed to make c/n your next kill, you began to load your stolen police gun–for tomorrow is a big day.