Soul of a Man

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"Hey, I'm home," I called.
"Oh, hey," Phil greeted. "I thought you were spending the night with Alex again."
"Decided against it. He got drunk with a few friends and he's just gross when he's drunk."
"Understandable," he chuckled. "So how was work?"
"It was alright, I guess."
"Did you win your lip sync?"
"I never lose," I smirked. "Is there any liquor anywhere?"
"I can make you a cocktail if you want."
"Ugh, could you?"
"Yeah, of course. What are you craving?"
"Scarlett O'Hara?"
"Coming right up," he smiled.
"Wait, we actually have some Southern Comfort lying around?"
"Yeah, just enough."
"Fantastic," I beamed.

I laid down on the couch and waited for Phil to bring me my cocktail. I looked around the apartment and noticed that nothing had really changed.

"Here y'go," he smiled.
"Thanks." I took a long sip. "So how've you been?"
"I'm alright," he shrugged.
"Been dating at all lately?"
"No, not really. To be honest, I'm just really fucking confused..."
"How so?"
"I've only been with girls my whole life... the fact that I'm starting to like guys, I think, anyway... is just bizarre to me... I don't really know what to think anymore..."
"You don't know?" I chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" he pouted.
"Because, silly, you've tried sleeping with me like ten times."
"I was in a weird place... still am..."
"I know it can be hard, but you'll know who you are eventually."
"Hey Dan..." I set down my drink and started rubbing his arm.
"Yeah?"
"I feel like I already know the answer to this, but... can I kiss you?"

I leaned in a pressed me lips against his. He cupped my face and the kiss started getting intense. I fell on my back as he straddled my hips. I pulled away with a giggle and bit my lip.

"You can do whatever you want to me."
"Really?" he whispered.
"Really."

***

"You seem like you're in a good mood," Violet chuckled.
"Well, that's because I am," I smirked.
"What happened last night? Anything good?"
"I had the most mind blowing sex."
"Really? Huh, didn't this Alex was that good."
"He's not."
"Wait, what?"
"I did fuck Alex last night," I scoffed.
"Aren't you two back together?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So? Dan, you're screwing other guys!"
"I don't care! I'm having fun!" I flipped my wig on. "I haven't had this much fun in years."
"Whatever, I can't control you," he sighed. "Are you at least being safe about it?"
"I mean, no, but I know the guys clean."
"And how do you know?" Violet slammed down her makeup brushes.
"Because the last person he fucked was his ex-girlfriend and they were together for like six years. Neither of them had dated people before they met. So he's fucking clean. Stop bugging me about it."
"I'm sorry for fucking being concerned for your well being!"
"Whatever," I scoffed. I zipped up my boots and teased my hair a bit more.
"Dan, look at me," Violet whispered. I rolled my eyes and raised a brow. "I know you're only nineteen, but shit, you pay bills and crap. You are an adult. Have the fucking common sense to know that if you have sex without protection you could get hurt."
"But I'm not."
"But you don't know that," she cried. "Dan, I love you. I really do. The last thing I want to be doing is burying you. Do you understand me?" Tears started pricking at my eyes as I nodded. "Good... please try to be safer next time, okay?"
"Okay," I sobbed.

***

"Hey, honey," I said. I tossed my duffle bag onto the floor as I joined Alex on the couch.
"Hey." He kissed me. "How was work?"
"It was work, y'know?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "Are you hungry at all? I can heat up some dinner."
"I'm fine."
"Well, at least eat something anyway. You're as thin as a toothpick."
"I'm not hungry," I chuckled. "Being tucked for six hours can really make a girl lose her appetite," I giggled.
"Random question, but did you buy a new cologne?"
"No, why?"
"You just smell different... a bit sweeter even."
"Oh, i-it must've been one of the girls'–"
"I don't care," he shrugged. "I actually prefer it over that musky crap you usually use."
"Listen, I live on a budget," I teased, "I gotta take what I can get."
"Understandable." He kissed me again.
"What was that for?" I grinned.
"Nothin'," he shrugged. "You're lips are just really sweet."

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