After many promises I couldn't keep, of, "yeah you'll get to come over one day," and "yes my dad would let you," I finally landed on a plan within my mind.
I worked it out during my third year Spanish class as he sat right next to me. One of his Air Pods snug in my right ear, so I could hear him on my left. He kept the other as we listened to something of his awful taste. Auto tune, Snoop Doggy Dog, or anything else serviceable.
Well he could easily come through the front door, seeing as it no longer shut...at all. But then there was the trek through my old mans room, with the three large dogs. Plan A, flawless, absolutely impeccable.
Plan B: I resort to fucking him in the upstairs office after he climbs the ladder, crawls onto my roof blanketed in moss then in through my tight ass window frame. But he was a husky guy. Plan B, eliminated.
Plan C: Third times a charm. It has to be, otherwise blue raspberry balls for me. This one is saved for last in my mind as I sat in my chair, fighting a possible stiffy as I twitched here and there. I took a moment to think about how harry his ass would be, no longer feeling threatened by an instinct, and continued with the plan. I leave the sliding glass door open, screen shut so the mosquitoes don't do any sucking before the humans, he comes in stealthily, as quite as a mouse. Commence the fucking.
I laughed to myself in class while Snoop Dogg rapped in my right ear, finessing me into a comfortability I didn't know possible at school.
Owen turned to me, classic creepy smirk on his face and said in a slightly grammatically inept way, "What you laughin at fag?"
He smiled a thin smile, straight white teeth, stubble lining equally sized lips. They looked tinted with strawberry, and his skin was like a smooth beige river rock. When he smiled sly like that, the Irish side of him emerged, but when he spoke that all disappeared. And when he laughed at any one of my poorly executed jokes, the only smile lines he could ever have proudly cut into his face.
"I'm laughin at...gay shit." So eloquent, so well versed.
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