Sleep With Me (SNF One shot)

Sleep With Me

So basically this is my entry for the 'Santa's Not Fat' oneshot competition. I chose to write about Naomi and Drew (Drew is a character that I invented, and the story is from his point of view).

I felt like Naomi didn't really get to tell her side of the story, and no one really knows how Kristina leaving earth with Porter affected Naomi. With that being said, this story takes place three years after Porter and Kristina move to the north pole.

I realize that I don't have a very good chance at winning, and the plot is a little slow, but I enjoyed writing this. Anyway, I present to you: Sleep With Me. (despite the title there are no sexual scenes or anything)

*Three years after Porter came to Cripville*

In middle school, my friends used to say that if you don't believe in true love, you just haven't found it yet.

Of course that was bull shit, because for my whole life I've cared very little about anyone, including myself.

Even though though I'm only 26, I feel like I have experienced enough of life to know what I like and didn't like.

Things I liked:

-Sex

-Tea

-Horror Movies

-Those little plastic swords onto of sandwiches

-sex

Things I didn't like:

-People

-Love

-commitment

-Anything that wasn't on the first list.

So I don't like a lot of things. That's okay, I've been told I'm not a likeable person so it kind of makes sense.

At the moment I was being covering in yet another thing I didn't like: rain.

It gushed down through the sunroof of my father's crappy car he gave me for my birthday. The sunroof refused to close. I've been trying for years and it won't budge. So I simply had to live with being soaked until I got home, which wasn't that appealing ether.

The roads of Cripville turned dark faster as there was no visible sun to set. And then, I saw it.

Actually, it wasn't even an it, it was a her. And she turned out to be a girl, and despite the cold, wet weather, the only word to describe her was hot. She had flat, damp blonde hair that outlined her perfectly shaped face. She was curvy, and honestly, I was concerned that she would be an easy target for rape.                                                                                                                                                        She hunched over the sidewalk, letting the rain cover her. it was then that I noticed her sad look and how her black makeup dripped down her depressed face.

Of course I did the creepiest thing possible and pulled over to the sidewalk where she sat. A part of me said keep driving, Fuck her, man.But the other part of me said Fuck her, man. And that part spoke the loudest, so I agreed with myself to help the girl and pray that some free sex came along with it.

I check myself in the passenger mirror and sorted out my slightly shaggy, slightly wet, dark brown hair.  I noticed how dull my pale green eyes looked in the dark lighting.

My looks were never my best quality, if I did have one.

She looked up and noticed me, she still looked upset.