Falling For The Stoner

Chapter 1

As we walk into the apartment I quickly go to put away my school bag. When I get back I see him walking towards the bed room. Sipping my coffee I set it in the fridge and eat a strawberry to get the aftertaste out of my mouth.

I walk to our room and see him putting on music. He puts on my favorite album, Nevermind by Nirvana. Whats the special occasion? Is it his birthday? No that's in 8 months. Our anniversary? No that's in 6 weeks. Oh my god, it's my birthday. How could i forget my own birthday?

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Daymien grabbing me by waist and pulling me onto the bed so that I'm straddling his waist. He starts kissing my neck, lightly grazing his teeth along the tender skin. He moves to my collar bone slowly moving down to my breastbone. I stop him and roll us over so that he's on top. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer to me so that I can kiss his full, plump lips. Using my other to lightly tease him, I run my fingers along his happy trail. Running it up and down until finally he can't bear it any longer and grinds himself against my hips letting me know he wants me right now.

I wrap my legs around his waist and start to pull of his shirt. Our lips separate so that we can get his and my shirt off, but rejoin almost immediately. He starts to unbutton my skinny jeans and I lightly run my nails along his shoulder blades making him moan into our kiss.

I pull away and look into his eyes. "I love you," I say suddenly. "I love you too." He says without hesitation.

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Waking up next to Daymien has always been bitter sweet for me. I stare at his sleeping face and see the scruff starting to grow on his face from not shaving yet. He seems so peaceful. Checking my phone time I see that it's only 4 PM. I lean over and kiss his cheek, hoping not to wake him. I get out of bed and slide on my underwear and one of his shirts. I tie my hair into a knot on the top of my head, not wanting to deal with it.

Walking into the kitchen I see our German Shepard, Alice, laying in her bed. I grab a banana off of the counter and eat it on the way to the living room. Knowing that we're going to have a get together tomorrow I try to make sure that we have everything. Plastic cups, check; paper plates, check; chips and dip, check; booze, check.

I think that we have everything that we need when I suddenly get extremely nauseous. I run to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Afterwards I rinse my mouth with salt water twice and brush my teeth. Deciding not to deal with being sick, I go back to bed and cuddle up under the blankets.

I feel and arm wrap around my waist and feel his warmth against my back. "Are you okay? I heard you get sick in the bathroom," he says in a worried voice.

"No no I'm fine babe. Just a little sick. I'll be better tomorrow, I'm sure." I half whisper.

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I wake up to my alarm at 7 AM and sit up to stretch by back before work. Why do I always have to work on Saturdays? Oh, yeah, because I can't work week days because of school. I get dressed and start to apply my makeup. I'm a Sephora beauty consultant so my makeup has to be perfect every day. I leave a note and walk the block and a half to my store  (carrying my 6 inch ruby red stilettos). I put my shoes on and walk into the store, checking in.

After telling 13 women and 2 men about all of the pros and cons of our new bright red lip stains vs lipsticks, I finally get to sign out and go home. Walking in the door I put my shoes away and sit on the couch, letting my aching feet relax. It's going to be a long day.