Two sides to Every Story

Chapter Two: Vice

After the guys left last night all I could think about was Memiuex. Like if she enjoyed that kiss as much as I had? I already knew the answer to that one; no. She tasted like coconuts and grapes, it was so fruity! Did she secretly want to be alone in my room with me? Again probably no, but what if the guys hadn’t been there? What did she think when I told her I loved her, and did she keep the Polaroid I slipped under her door? All these questions made my brain feel fuzzy, and every time I see her my stomach feels jumpy.

               I tried to pick a photo that showed my best qualities, which is pretty much everything. My dark black hair is pretty long and has perfect shape to it. My eyes are a captivating light blue, I wonder if she prefers blue to any other color? It’s a shame that she couldn’t see how tall I am in that photo, but I guess she gets to see that every day. One of the best features to have is length. The best part about the picture though, is that I was shirtless. I bet she thought I was wet dream worthy, mostly everybody does.

               One thing I know she hates about me is my sex drive. I don’t really care who it is, they just have to be good at it. It’s only expected that I experiment right? The night of my “same sex experiment” I changed Toby right then and there from straight as a brick wall to gay. It was cool and all, but I just liked messing around with girls better, and more specifically, Memiuex. I can never figure out if she is a virgin or not, but I’m guessing she is. I’m just kind of hoping she is so that when we finally get to have sex I would know that I was the only one to ever get that close. I don’t want anyone else to have her if I can’t, because in my head I can see us getting married and having tons of little babies together. We’d buy a stereotypical house, the kind with a white picket fence and a huge backyard I could build a tree house in. Then we’d kick our kids out of the house so we could have hot old people sex.

               Most of the guys I knew had a thing for her. Hell my friends would fuck her in a heartbeat! Jocks, nerds, skaters, scene, emo, goth, it doesn’t matter what group they come from. They all love her. She will hang out with anyone, except if you’re me. What makes her so awesome is that she can get rivals to become best friends. She could get a muscle head to team up with a geek in gym class and they’d become an unstoppable duo. She would never change herself for anyone, and I love that stubbornness she has. Every time she says no it hurts, but it also challenges me. She’s not some easy girl who anyone can get in her pants.

               The day I found out her room connected to mine I almost cummed in my pants. I really tried to make her like me, but the one time we started talking her best friend tells her that she slept with me and that she thinks she’s pregnant! I could tell she hated herself for giving me even two minutes of her time, and that is the day she closed herself off from me. It was just a pregnancy scare; I don’t get what the big deal was. Last night was the most I’ve gotten out of her so far, a ride home and a make out session. It doesn’t make much of a difference that she wasn’t kissing me back, the fact is she let me do it. And if I know anything, it’s that Meme is trying to hide her desperate need to see me naked. We’re perfect for each other, two great looking people with equally cool personalities.

               A couple months ago when I couldn’t sleep, I sat against the wall that connected our rooms. After a while I could hear a soft snore coming from the other side, and it made me feel so mellow and comfortable. Since my bed is conveniently on wheels I shoved it against the wall so I could hear her better. I told Keagen that I thought I was a total psycho for doing it, but he said it only meant that I really liked her.

               Her mom and both of my moms hangout a lot, so we’ve had lots of movie and dinner parties. It’s pretty hot when she slowly starts falling asleep on my shoulder when we’re on the couch watching a movie late at night. If there hadn’t been anyone else there I would have made my move on her, and if she knew how many times I’ve been asked to carry her to bed I’m pretty sure she would never come to another movie night again.