"You wanted to talk, then let's talk." I threw my bag on the ground and flopped on the bed as Bell was painting her toenails. She looked up toward my direction with a unexpressionable expression. I positioned myself on the bed more comfortably and crossed my legs as I looked at her. I decided not want to prolong this conversation any longer.
She went back to her toes. "How was your date? Did you have fun?"
I smiled. "It was great." But then I frowned and thought about what we really need to discussed since there was an uneasy tension floating in the air. Changing the subject, I walked over to where Bell was and lifted up her chin with a sole finger. "Now that I got your attention, I think we should talk about the what happened the morning after the party." When I saw that she bit her lip, I let go of her with the quickness.
She sighed. "Donny I just want everything to go back to how it was the first day." she finished up her toes and stretched her legs to let them dry. "I'm so sorry for taking advantage of you while you were not in your right mind. It's just-" She sighed. "You know what, I'm just really sorry."
"No, what is it?" I pushed on. She shooked her head. "If you don't tell me, I will literally tickle the piss out of you." I motioned to do it as she held her hands in surrender.
"I reacted that way that I did because here was the one person that's so beautiful coming on to me. I had an intense attraction to you the first day we met. I never wanted to kiss someone so much in my life." She started to fiddle with her fingers. "And also I'm bisexual."
I started to laugh. She frowned.
"Girl, I think I caught on to that." I smiled as she looked shocked. "Yeah, you thought I didn't notice when you'll stared a hole into my ass throughout our roommate ship."
She blushed and threw a pillow close to her at my head. "I can't help it," She shrugged. "When I see an round ass, I get lost into it."
We laughed. Her blondeish brown curls bounced along with her.
"I forgive you, okay." I rest my hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you. I want to just move on from this. I rather not ruin our sprouting friendship because of my vaginal urges." She chuckled and reached her arms out for me. "May I get a hug?"
"Yes you may." We hugged and when I tried to tried to pull away, she stopped me.
"Just one kiss." She closed and then open her eyes then stared in my eyes. "One kiss, and I'll be satisfied."
I hesitated. I leaned up and kissed her forehead. "I rather not lead you on, so this is all you'll get."
"I'll take it." She smiled. She patted my lap and got up from where she was. "Now how about you tell me about you date."
I began to giggle.
"Well, let me tell you about when we were on a rollercoaster..."
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Tuesday
The professor sat on the edge of the desk with a blank look. When his eyes caught mine, I quickly diverted.
Ole jackass.
He drummed his fingers on his desk and started talking. "Last time if I remember correctly we discussed a project where you will recreate a famous painting in history. But, with your own style." He reached over and picked up a clipboard. "When I call your name, tell me what piece you are going to remake." He started to call the names.
He looked up. "Pam Suckett, what piece are you doing?"
A blonde woman with red lipstick decorating her mouth hole pondered. "I guess I'll do the Mona Lisa."
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Romancepor·tion ˈpôrSH(ə)n/ 1. a part of a whole; an amount, section, or piece of something. •a part of someone or something divided between two or more people; a share. Well in this case that portion is a person to be exact. In which a professor c...
