Entry#5: 6-4-14

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Ok, so technically I'm writing this on the 5th (it's 12:20am).... But whatever!

DAILY DOSE OF DAVID #4!

Why is it in capital letters? You'll see!

So, I went to bed last night at 2am, and I woke up today at 1pm. YAY! Stereotypical teenager!! And I was lying around, re-reading the entire Black Butler series, and reading a book I found online. Dilly-dallying! I decided to take a random shower and clean the kitchen.

I went back to reading the book when mom came home. She invited me to come to her room and spend time with her, and I did. After one show she had fallen asleep. She is going through the depression stage of mourning. Apparently she's going to pay for family therapy to help us get through John's death. And I feel cold-hearted to say I don't need it. I am deeply sorry, but I have an awful habit of just accepting things and moving on right away. It's a bad habit, but it's also a good one. I don't know.

Anyway, David asked if he could come over at 6, and since I didn't know, he went to get icecream with Alex instead. I know I shouldn't have been jealous... but I was! The evil girl that is in my evil section in my soul wants them to break of the trial dating so he can date me instead. BUT I WONT TELL HIM THAT. I just want him to be happy!! Honest!

So, around 8 I guess he actually came over! We played some sports in the street, such as frisbee and tossing or punting a football to each other, then we went inside the house. David suggested we finally watch his childhood movie that I borrowed from him months ago. So I agreed. Perfect!

We went to my room, because that's where the only place we had a working DVD-playing system, and set up. He made my bed the way he likes it, and I made him some popcorn and got some soda. The movie, you ask? Little Rascals! I had never seen it, so he wanted me to watch it!

Right before I hit play, mom called me down to tell me a 'secret'.

"If any kissy-kissy happens, you better make sure I'M the first to know! Well, technically 3rd, since you and David would be the 1st and the 2nd."

I sighed. My mother is 1 of 14 people who support the him and I to date cause. Seriously, there is a total of 14 people! I told her no such thing will happen tonight!

So we started to watch the movie, while laying on my bed, that David could obviously recite, and.. well... we didn't watch the whole movie. I could tell you how it starts, but not how it ends. We started screwing around, and playing with Giraffe the Snake.

Yes, I named my 4 foot long stuffed snake 'Giraffe'. It's because he has a giraffe print!

So, continuing, we were play fighting on who got the tip. Who wanted the tip more. And unfortunately, even though we were talking about the snakes tail, we we're taking it far more than just dirty. The first time we played with Giraffe together, David decided to let me know a guy's average dick size using the tail. So... Ever since then, the snakes tail is it's dick apparently.

We got weirder by putting it in my mouth. Excuse me,we didn't get weird, he did. He put it in my mouth, and rubbed it all over my face and arms. It was gross because it had my saliva on it. Eeeewwww.

So I grabbed the tail and touched his face with it, and we again fought about who got the tail. At one point we paused and he started to purposefully turn me on. And he didn't want me to do the same apparently. I told him I had respect for him, and I won't do things he wouldn't want me to do, so he relaxed. Yet he still was turning me on. Bastard. We even talked about the bases. First Base, Second Base, Third Base, Home Run. Some people don't get this, so let me explain you innocent reader.

First Base- the lips, aka, a kiss

Second Base- the boobs. Groping, licking..whatever.

Third Base- the ...vagina~. Touching, licking, blah blah.

Home Run- SEX!

Get it? Got it? Good? So we double checked that list, and laughed about how we totally skipped first base and went to second one time. Only second base, yet we're still friends.

Wait...wait a minute. I NEVER TOLD YOU THAT STORY, SHIT NEVERMIND.

I mean, well, ok, obviously we're more than friends. But we're not dating. We're in the stage between being bestfriends, and dating. BLAHH!!

So, going on, He got a called somewhere around 10:30 saying he should come home soon. That really didn't happen. Because we planned on watching another movie, but we decided that can be done tomorrow. But as soon as I said that I had bloopers from my favorite movie of all time, as well as one of his, he was willing to stay longer. Yaaay!

After getting the 25th anniversary trilogy set of Back to The Future, I put in the bonus CD and hit play all. He let me get comfortable...which meant cuddling! Yay! I can finally...LEGIT say....we cuddled.

At first, it was really weird, with just him behind me, and his arm over me. Then he took his arm back, and we were just laying there. He admitted that if he did what he wanted to do, it would look wrong. I said that no one is here, and that means no one cares. But he didn't do it. Although of course he finally gets comfortable enough to cuddle the way he want to when all of the bloopers are done being played. He leg was wrapped around me. My arm was on his chest, and my hand randomly got intertwined with his fingers. God-fucking-damn was it comfortable. Even he admitted he didn't want to move. When he did, all we did was roll over together. So we were both on our backs, and my arm was still on his chest. He said he didn't want to leave. But, he kinda had to, since it was 12am. Oh dear! So we finally got out of bed, and planned that tomorrow will be an all-day movie day. Hopefully.

We promised each other we'd be cuddling like this tomorrow too. So I sighed in defeat, and followed him out to his car. We hugged goodbye, and said see you tomorrow!

And now that it's 1am and I'm still writing this, I promise you that tomorrow's DDD will probably have much more cuddling. And maybe something more, you know... nudge nudge, wink wink. OK, I'm kidding about that, but there will be more cuddling!

YAY!!

Keep Smiling!!

~Sharpie

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