-So Not Jealous-
-Carly-
You can totally see my best friends making out right now, underneath a huge umbrella.
We just happen to be at the beach and it just happens to be the first day of Summer Vacation. We're all here in Miami, Florida. I desperately need a tan and so does Sam. I don't tell her that though. Despite this, she is fucking gorgeous. I'd kill to have her figure, longish legs and golden waterfall of curls you may call hair.
I love her. Which may come as a shock to you real people out there, but that's life, isn't it.
Freddie does too. That's cute and all, but how long do you think their "love/hate" thing is going to last? A year at best? Yeah, that's my hypothesis and I'm no scientist either.
Oh, where are my manners?
The name's Carly Shay, I am a co-host for the popular web-show you should have heard of, because we are now clearly a worldwide phenomenon. I mean, duh! . Be there, or be square. It's an awesome site, created by our technical producer, Fredward Benson. My best friend in the whole wide world and secret lover (in my own world) is the one and only Samantha Puckett.
Did I mention she's beautiful? Well, she certainly is.
Some nights, like when she doesn't sleep over, seem long and boring. When she's in my bed, next to me, my imagination just runs wild. I have to control myself. Most of the time, it works. Now though, I'm watching them grind on each other and suck face, like their glued together or like something disgusting.
My heart jumps and twists in the most awkward and uncomfortable way, humanly possible.
The way he's holding her… the way she seems to enjoy it… not at all like the way she kissed me the other night.
Yeah, it happened, alright. Just came out of nowhere, actually. One minute I was minding my own business, when all of a sudden "WHAM!" Well, it didn't sound like that… you know what I mean. Kind of awkward but once we got into the kiss it turned a little steamy and passionate. I was just getting used to the taste of her mouth, when she pushed me away, hastily and apologizing.
Apologizing!
For kissing me!
I remember sinking into my bed, in shame because it seemed as though she hated me or something.
But now, all I can do is sit here, look sexy as hell and try to seduce whatever dumb or obnoxious guy comes my way. I'd rather have Sam though because she beats a billion guys, at best. Freddie's so Goddamn lucky. He gets to help himself, just because he's a stupid boy! I'm a girl, obviously.
I close my eyes and slowly drift away into a fantasy of my own…
Lying with her on the beach, you're both watching the sun go down and holding her in your arms. She giggles as you sit up slowly and pull her closer to you. You never want to let go of this girl, or this moment. Though with every look, touch and shiver… you know time is slipping through your fingers. No time to waste…
Clothes are coming off and being thrown every which way and you both crash together, in the middle of her bed. You're bed, she decided, is just for sleepovers. This is a more special occasion.
You tell her she's beautiful, she doesn't comment. She will never be like you, all girly, sweet and innocent, but it's just as well. You love her just the way she is. You just love her. She has heard it from you a lot of times, yet she never reciprocates. Tonight though, it's just you and her facing no fears and dancing to love's rhythm.
As you tangle together, in amongst the sheets, you both are letting out nervous and giddy bouts of giggles and squeals. Before long, you get over the initial nerves and take her then and there.
Kissing, biting, licking, sucking… moaning.
Never before has she moaned your name with such ecstasy. The sheets and blankets tie up as you both roll around, fighting for who should be sitting on top of the other. She wins. She always wins at everything, and with minimal effort.
Her blue eyes meet yours and she's smiling that perfect smile you hardly get to see. You pull the loose curls from her face and lean upwards, meeting her lips with your own. You can never get enough of the taste…
Crap! Reality check!
I wipe my mouth quickly and look around to check if anyone saw that I was full-on drooling. My panties feel a little wetter than before too. Damn fantasies about Sam!
Freddie and Sam are still going at it.
I feel my face going red as I stare at them. Really, it's like "get a fucking room!" or not because believe it or not, Sam Puckett belongs to me. She's my best friend, I saw her first. He came way after I met her.
Yeah. She's mine. But I'm so not jealous.
Much.