The Beginning of an Obsession

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Kathy

It was around 6 o'clock and I had just checked out of my job at Burger King. I walk up the familiar driveway and enter my home, I pop off my visor and walk over to the living room.

"I need the computer!" I exclaim.

"I'm almost done." My brother replies.

"What are you doing dummy?" I question.

"I was just watching a video." He answered.

"What kinda video?" I insinuated.

"Nothing like that," He said in disgust. "goodness it's just a music video." 

"Blah blah blah boring." I teased.

"You know what I'm good you can use it." He says in defeat.

"Thanks!" I say and move over to the desktop gleefully.

I look at his search history just for some laughs. Most of the usual with school and Netflix but there's a huge spike in the search of someone named Aria Gilley so I obviously dig deeper and she was beautiful, unlike anyone I've ever seen and on top of that she was extremely talented. I couldn't stop myself I kept looking and looking finding new videos of her angelic voice or interviews with her contagious laugh. Even simple articles speaking of her made me light up. I didn't stop till my mom got home at 11, I then quickly shut off the desktop.

"You don't need to be ashamed you're working hard," She laughed "How're your classes?"

"Um good yeah I was just checking up on my emails," I replied unsteadily. "Late night again?"

"Yeah but don't worry about me, go and get to bed you have school tomorrow."

"Thanks, mom." I say as I exit the room and into my bed.

For a while, I sat there just thinking about her and the way she looked. Her beautiful and big brown eyes, her luscious curls dropping from her head in every shade of purple, pink and blue, her deeply tanned skin the color of a hazelnut, and best of all her body whilst not completely curvy just enough to let a finger glide smoothly along her hills. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. Could you imagine her holding you in her arms gently caressing and cuddling you while repeating "I love you" again and again, it would be heaven and I gladly let that heaven put me to sleep.

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