Just One More

Actually good

"Get the gun!"

"I need to hide, Adam!"

"Just get the god damn gun!.. Yes Rebeccy GO Rebeccy! Rebecca Hoover!!! NOOOOOOoooooo."

"Now we have to start all over!" Adam said grunting has he looked at the screen that read: Mission Failed.

DING DONG DONGY DINGY DING DING DOOONG

"Why do you have to have such a long doorbell sound?" he asked as he stood up from his chair.

"Ask the one who got a personalize your doorbell sound coupon."

Adam left to the room giving me time to look through other games he had. I couldn't exactly find one we haven't played. Maybe the My Little Pony one but Adam's little sister Holly probably already passed it all. Considering she's a 7 year old little girl who never invites friends over because she says she's "busy" on whatever new device she could get hold of that day.

"Hey Becca."

Cody Nixon.

That's the name that came across my head as I heard him say my name. I froze for a minute still on the floor with Rainbow Dash on my hands. "Cody, hi." I said finally standing up.

"I just came to inform both of you that there's a party at my house. It's a before school begins kind of party." Cody said in his adorable soft voice.

"Great, i'll bring Jenga." I said.

What the fudge?! Even though I wish that's how high school parties worked, I'm not allowed to do that.

"Of human bodies of course." I added.

Cody laughed, I think Adam laughed to but I was noticing Cody right now. The room went silent for a while and when the room is silent it's considered awkward, except on Twilight.

When Cody finally declared he was leaving, Adam faced me. "So this is the new one?" he crunched his eyebrows waiting for me to answer.

"When you say it like that..."

"Rebeccy, don't make the same god damn mistake. You barely know Cody just like you barely knew Frank, Bill, Henry...."

"I'm not! He looks sweet. And I promise I've done some background research on him and no Juvenile records. Also, he has a clean reputation." I smiled thinking of how perfect he was.

Adam sighed a really long one if I might add. I see where it came from. Every guy I've ever dated at first I consider just flawless but then I always leave them when I find out their past or their other side of their personality etc. Or they cheat on me or something. Somehow in these precise moments Martha always came along with her thirsty thoughts.

Martha is what i call my hormone filled voice in my head. I really do hate Martha, always making me do mistakes, but I alway shave trouble controlling her powerful ability she has towards me. Not even my conscience can beat the great Martha.

Lies, she's not great at all.

"Why does it bother you so much? It's not like you don't hook up repeatedly. You've gotten more F's than Timmy Turner! And given more D's than Omegle!"

Sitting down Adam stared at me. He grabbed his controller and started a new mission. "You playing?" he asked motioning me to sit down on the chair next to him. It wasn't the first time we'd have this fight, we have it every time i'm interested on a new guy. It always ends the same way with him cutting of the shouting by changing the topic.

Adam always played as the big brother I'll never have. Being friends for twelve years it kinda stays that way. We'd met when we were five, since our parents worked together, their business dinners were our play dates. We kinda helped each other out by being friends. He'd get rid of the bullies and I'd tell him what girls liked him. Even as a little booger he had working hormones.

"I thought you were gonna be more careful with the guys you got considering you're the innocent, anti-spongy bra, virgin." I rolled my eyes as we still concentrated in the game. "But hey, it's not like you need a spongy bra you're a Katy Perry twin"

I chuckled but I also felt embarrassed a the same time. That's the thing about Adam , he tries to calm down from the fighting.

"So are we going to the party?" I asked.

"Of course darling!" he exclaimed. "We have to start the year off!"

"Adam hide! They're gonna kill you! YAS Adam..Adam! Adam Roosevelt!"

"Fuck."

****

Just when Adam left, I found myself nothing to do. It was 2 a.m. and I could go to sleep but that wasn't really an option considering it summer break and rules are you're not supposed to sleep at night. It's not like I did anything in the summer anyways. I did go camping, it was fun until I got sick and threw up on a children's playground making many kids scream to their parents. I also got bit by a duck I was giving food too. I still have the bruise. I also did what everyone does in the summer: stalk your friends on social medias. I'm very up to date on Sondra's visit to Italy, also Tilly is gonna be a teen mom! Kevin? Well he got his first car. Me? I'm here sitting on my lazy butt eating leftover pizza while watching the whole Pretty Little Liars series again.

Whoopdydoo

From the previous conversation with Adam, you might think I had a summer love or something. I did, if you call Jesse Pinkman a summer love. Why can't we just print our favorite fictional characters and make them come to life? Screw water in Mars! I want another type of water called Augustus Waters!

Anyway, so no summer love. I might have a thing of dating many guys but it's not like I just choose him from the market. Still, I'm not a slut. You see, a slut is a girl who fudges everyone. I'm just a girl with confused hormones named Martha, virgin, socially awkward, obsessed over simple entertainment that has dating experience.

I really try to stop and just settle but after several tries, I can't seem to find the right guy.

Love is seeing a persons flaws and second personality, yet still loving him.

Once in my life have I been in love with a boy. He's kinda the one who started my men food chain. His name was Nathan Bush, we started dating in freshman year. I'd been crushing on him for two years and may I add he was my first boyfriend. We lasted almost a year until a girl named Hillary decided to be his friends with benefit. Since "poor old Becca doesn't want people to touch her, Careful! She's sensitive on her small hole."

Let me just say gross and that's what Hillary said.

On facebook..

And received 120 likes...

But I sure as hell didn't like it!

I did reply back: My dear Hillary. Shouldn't you be treating your genital warts? Considering Mr. Truman (a teacher they caught giving free A's in exchange for... you know..) has been really scratching his balls, I suppose you gave it to him.

I was in a roll with 200 likes.

She later created the biggest plot twist alive! Her dad married Nathan's mom. Nathan never really even liked Hillary, so they decided to be simple brother and sister. Nathan did try to get me back but all his actions failed, he moved away taking Hillary along with him all the way to Ohio. Awkward living with a girl you had meaningless sex with and becoming siblings.

Thus still heartbroken, I went on a boy hunt and apparently can't stop preying for more.

SUP hope it was enjoyed TILL NEXT TIME

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