She fell asleep briefly with her head in my lap. The way she kept shifting I was almost worried I'd get hard or something, but that wasn't really a concern since I had more self control than that. I ran my fingers through her hair gently, the smell of her minty shampoo wafting up into my line of scent. I remember smiling down at her, the feeling of her fried blonde hair between my fingers. Every love story always describes how soft the person of their affections hair is, but to say that in my case would be a lie. She dyed it monthly, it was like straw. But yet it still had this shine to it, this glossy look that somehow was there to masquerade just how fried her hair really was.
She shifted gently, yawning quietly and turning her head to face my stomach, nuzzling into my a little. She looked so at peace, I guess almost everyone did when they were asleep though. It was the one time the world didn't affect you. That moment felt so surreal, like no one else was on the Earth but us. We were on our own little plain. I wished for more moments like that.
I looked up, looking around the concrete walls of the bridge and noticing the obscene amount of graffiti left on them. Mostly names with "was here" following them, or drawings of male genitalia. I assumed it was mostly teenagers that ruined the walls. My favorite one was one I spotted across from us in Kendall's handwriting. Loopy and messily scrawled "I'm gonna have sex here someday."
I wonder now if she ever held to that.
Eventually she sat up, the side of her hair messy and her eyeliner smudged but I didn't mind. I think she looked the most lovely like this, the fact of how little she cared was absolutely charming. Only Kendall could fall asleep in 45 degree weather, and only Kendall could fuck up her makeup and wear it proudly even so with complete confidence.
"How long was I out?"
"Maybe..15 minutes." I shrugged, leaning back and stretching, groaning as I did.
"I needed that." She chuckled, reaching over and sticking a hand into her bag, pulling out two warm beers in one hand and tossing one to me. I smiled, cracking it open and taking a sip.
"It tastes like shit."
"What do you expect it's been in that bag for three days." She smirked, opening hers as well and taking a long drink before setting down the can, looking over at me. "This winter how bad do you think you'll get?"
"Hard to say yet." I said with a solemn nod, mulling over her question. "Who knows, maybe this will be the winter I kick depressions ass." I said with a grin.
"I'll drink to that." She grinned, lifting her can with me and clinking them together, us both taking a drink before setting them back down. "Oh!" She laughed, wiping under her mouth gently and smiling at me. "There's a school dance this week and Mark is busy with his band. Wanna be my date?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Oh dude we're gonna make them wish they never set up that dance." I laughed, us clinking cans again before taking a swig and finishing off our drinks, tossing the cans aside completely.
"This is why I love you Gabriel." She hummed.
"Because I make us look like complete fools at school events?"
"Because you make life fun." She smiled. "Someone with crippling depression, makes my life fun. Silly thought isn't it?"
"Maybe it's not." I shrugged. "I mean, what else is my life good for other than making my favorite girl on Earth smile?"
"I love you." She giggled quietly, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.
"And I you. Now let's get going. If police drive by this fine is gonna cost more than either of us will ever make in our pathetic lives."
"Smart man." She nodded, standing up and stretching her back before collecting her things, slinging the bag over her shoulder. She reached in her pocket, grabbing her cigarettes and putting one to her lips, leaning down and lighting it on the fire, grinning as she blew out the smoke.
We walked home, walking in quiet and keeping to our own respective thoughts. As we did so, it occurred to me that my birthday was coming up within the next week. Weird how time works in my head, my own birthday almost slipped by completely. I briefly thought Kendall would have brought it up, and then it occurred to me how well she knows me and knows I don't really care for my birthday. Although, it was kind of cool that I'd be 18.
I could legally buy cigarettes, I could rent and move out of my mother's house, I'd be no longer legally attached to her nor would she be liable for my actions. Being 18 had it's perks, I was finding. However, it also had an awful lot of downsides. I was being thrusted into adulthood without being ready whatsoever. Luckily for me until I graduated I knew I'd be able to mooch and live off of my mother like the leech I was.
The rest of my day was pretty mundane. I can't say I had the most exciting of lives. I spent most of my time with Kendall, or asleep, or with my dick in my hand. Not a whole lot going on. Not to mention 80% of my life went to my so called education, where I spent eight hours a day being lectured by various teachers in a school where you could apply with a printed off diploma and still qualify for a job, but I digress.
The next day my phone's alarm went off at six am sharp, the rude awakening letting me know it was time to begin getting ready for school. I made my way to the bathroom in just my boxers, exchanging silent pleasantries with my younger brother before closing the door. I did my makeup like I did almost every other day, spraying my face with setting spray before pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and going to get dressed.
I opened my closet, finding some ripped up half black half red plaid jeans and putting them on, black converse on my feet and a white v-neck shirt with my leather jacket over it. I had a bit of a look going, I liked to think. I always called it my "aesthetic". Now I liked to think I looked punk rock, but really I looked about as gay as I actually was.
I say I was gay but really I was bisexual. I got a lot of shit for it at school and from my family, but the way I thought it to be was I had an attraction to guys and I was much happier exploring it and being open to other's and to myself about it then I was hiding it and trying to be something I just wasn't.
Once I was ready i grabbed my pack back and my half crushed pack of cigarettes off the counter and ran out the door, over the half frozen grass that crunched under my feet and onto Kendall's porch. I rang the doorbell, patiently waiting for her answer. When she did, she opened the door with a giant grin on her face, a gift in hand. I knew it was my birthday today, obviously so did she but we never usually did presents.
The gift was wrapped nicely, purple ties and bow with green paper. I chuckled and took it from her, slowly unwrapping it and opening the small box. Inside was a little bow, like a bow tie for tuxedos. It was bright red.
"Bow ties are cool." She grinned. "And I figured, you're going to be my date to the dance tomorrow, you'll need something to make your look even more spiffy." She winked.
"Only you would buy me a bow tie."
"Steal you a bow tie."
"Even better." I raised an eyebrow at her, smirking and chuckling before closing the box and putting it in my bag. "Ready to head to school?" I asked.
"You know it." She reached over and grabbed her bag, walking past me and shutting her door, and with that, we made our way to our high school.
The day after my birthday was no different, routine routine routine. My whole life chalked down to routine. Or at least, it did until the night of the school dance. The one Kendall so stupidly, so her, asked me to be her date too.
Friday night.
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Notes From The Underground
Teen FictionI'm here to take responsibility for my actions. I was lost in love, in sex, in a future with no hope. I became lost and afraid, I became empty and alone. I expected her to stay, I was a fool really. I spent days crying over this filth. Do with it wh...
