The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #75.2: 5-16-14

Extra Extra #11

It's 11:00pm as I write this, and I'm more comfortable than I've ever normally am. So, this entry might be random, and I might fall asleep and never post it until, like, 12 hours later.

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Whenever I'm comfortable in my bed, I think of David. Not always necessarily in a dirty way of course! A while ago, sometime early February, I found out that the only true way I'm ever comfortable is when I'm cuddling with someone. On that day, David and Libby were over.

I also had a hard dose of my pain medication, and the Winter Olympics were on. We were all in my room with that on, and me drugged. And I was just so drowsy I just fell into a laying position on my side. Libby decided to snuggle up on me, with her face in my chest. She invited David to sandwich with the three of us. At first, he couldn't figure out how to get comfy. But eventually,his leg was across both of ours, and his arm reach over us, with his hand resting on the back of my leg. I was seriously comfy.

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I remember on Valentines Day, before we started the turn on war, that everyone got a turn to snuggle with each other. First it was me and Libby. Then it was me and David. Then it was her and David, then we tried doing all three of us, as David and I were the 'prime' snugglers, but that didn't work so well. So finally it was just him and I with Libby lying against us. Everyone was comfy.

I remember, since we were alone at first, Mom, John and Collin coming home to this. Collin was the first one in, and he was flabbergasted to see us all like this. Mom, however, didn't give it a second glance. I found that pretty funny.

I remember that David was supposed to go home at 10. But I wouldn't let him. Literally. He was sitting on the floor and I had my arms wrapped around his waist, and my head on his lap. According to David and Libby... I guess I was a bit... You know... I had desired David. A lot. I wouldn't let go and I had this big smile on my face. And, that was when the third turn on war happened. He tried turning me on to pry me off his waist. But considering where my hands were, I was able to attack back. And it was obvious I knew what to do, and I won instantly. You could tell by his reactions. He didn't verbally tell us though.

Valentines Day was a day I for 'drunk' and 'high' with no other drug than pure happiness, and high emotion. It was an awesome day.

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I like to think about David and I. We've held hands before, we've talked about sex, and masturbation, and kinky stuff. We've talked about relationships, and our emotions. We've talked about the dreams we've had. My favorite thing to do is hug him. Although I also love when he drives me home, and we're sitting on the driveway in his car for at most an hour. Always talking. Always about us. Whether it be something kinky, or serious. And every time we would end the conversation by saying, "We need a whole day by ourselves to just talk.!"

I remember once that him and I were having so much fun talking, that he called me when he returned home at 12am, and we talked until 3am. Just talking about randomness.

I think this is his first ever relationship he's had with someone where he could just talk to. Without worrying about offending, or hurting them. Without feeling he needs to hold back. And I feel special about being that one person he can do that with.

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It's nights like these...where I'm comfy, and I imagine his arm around me. And all of these memories fill my mind. It's nights like these that I realize why people around me think him and I are just 'One True Pairing'.

Keep Smiling...!

~Sharpie