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This was 26 pages on word and literally took forever for me to finish and get the way I want, but I'm happy with it now. It kind of jumps around, but not really. It's easy to follow though so enjoy that. Uh to my personal AJ that read the story uh when you read this, I have question to ask you.

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When I woke this morning, I took a moment to realize that I slept with AJ Wilson and it wasn't a dream this time. For the hour that I've been awake I've barely said anything to him, not that I don't want to talk to him it's more like what the fuck do you say to someone after that? I mean we talked right after it but I basically overthought just about everything I said anyways.

Right now, we're sitting in his truck on the way to school and starting a conversation just seems harder than normal? He doesn't have the music blaring like he usually does. He's not ranting about one of the boys. I'm not telling him something that happened with Annabelle. We somewhat talked about the game last night on the ride home but asking him how he felt about a game that I watched him play seems unnecessary and I know what he did after the game because he literally did me. Jesus Christ. To keep myself from staring at AJ I decide to spend my time in the truck staring out the window. It takes me a second to realize that he's not even going the way to school.

"Where are we going?" I ask him to break the silence we've had all morning.

"The gas station."

"For what?"

"The same shit as always Katie." 

"Why do you need a Bang and Cosmic Brownie at seven in the morning?"

"Because not all of us just fall asleep right after we fuck someone."

I take a deep breath and try not to think about it or the fact that he says it so simple and blunt. "Why didn't you sleep?"

"I had a lot on my mind."

"Baseball?"

"Sure."

"Vanessa?"

"Sure."

"Annabelle?"

"Sure." He pulls into the parking lot and then quickly into a parking space. "You coming in?"

"I never do."  

With that AJ gets out of the truck and walks into the gas station. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and realize that Andrew texted me. So, for the last few weeks I've mentally put together that Andrew is the only one out of the boys that I've tried to keep a friendship with only based off the fact that he tries too. Jordan and Zach text me here and there but it's normally to ask something about AJ. Andrew on the other hand comes to me with his problems and is still trying to convince me that I'm quote on quote in love with AJ. Which you know sounds completely terrifying, not really the worst thing I could ever do, but not the smartest but I think according to my own terms I qualify as braindead because I slept with him. Then again, I highly doubt ninety percent of the girls AJ's slept with even cared about him in general as a human being before they slept with him but from what I've gathered AJ doesn't always have feelings for the people he does the act with, actually I think he rarely does.