FTW. Triple update. This is the shortest, crappiest, shortest chapter I've ever written in my life. But I'm not in the mood to write a lemon, and I'm depressed. My life is really sucking right now, so I have an excuse. The next chapter will either be good, or the last crappy one. Depends. Enjoy.
July 15
I stared at the ceiling. Then I looked at her again. No way can this be happening. I thought. There is no way, I brought her home, then- Shit, I couldn't remember. I laid her down on the bed, and I left. Right? But this is my room. As in, we're in my apartment. Maybe I did bring her home. I was drunk, she was high, and watching those two kids on the bus make out made me want some of my own. And Whatsername was the one I wanted. Since I'd fist met her, I'd wanted her. She's a rebel. I'd needed her, maybe I went to extreme measures. I peeked under the sheets. My eyes went huge and I stared at the ceiling again. I sat up. Then I glanced around and saw the little black dress she'd worn last night strewn on the ugly shag carpet. Next to the red flannel shirt I'd worn. Only a few inches away from it was the black lacy bra she'd displayed to Jimmy- shit, shit, shit. I looked at her again. Perfection. Her hair was messy again and I played with the magenta streak. Whatsername opened her eyes.
"Morning." She sighed. One second later reality hit her. "Johnny, what the hell?! Where- how... did you drug me?" Her pupils were three times as big as they should've been. It made her look hot, crazed, and high all at once.
"No! I did not drug you! I wouldn't drug you when you were high! I was drunk last night. Do you remember anything?" I asked. Whatsername knitted her eyebrows together.
"I remember dancing with you. Making out with you. Then we walked to a bus stop and my feet hurt. I think I left my shoes at the warehouse-"
"You did." I interrupted.
"Damn. I was high." She said. "Ummmm, we got on a bus...? Then there was a homeless... Person. And for some reason I was watching these two teenagers have sex."
"They were making out." I almost moaned.
"That was not making out!" Whatsername shouted. "Whatever it was the girl was winning."
"You said that last night." I said. She gave me a death glare. "Sorry."
"They just looked so perfect. He was tall, she was medium, he had a wide frame, she was lean- well she had a frame too, but it was smaller than his of course- and he was just so sweet to her... Then I fell asleep in your lap and you carried me into my apartment. And- then what happened?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you." I said. She sat up.
"Oh my God!" Whatsername shouted pulling the sheets up to cover her bare chest. I didn't even notice.
"Dammit." I mumbled. She looked appalled. "Sorry! You're hot, naked, and in my bed! That is the general reaction when you cover yourself up."
"So we did it then?" Whatsername asked.
"If by 'it' you mean hot drunken sex, yes." I said.
"How do you know it was hot?" She asked.
"I've made out with you. If that was hot, I know our sex must've been great." I stated.
"Shit what am I going to tell Jimmy?" She said.
"Hellooooo." A voice called opening the door. Jimmy smirked at us.
"Were you listening that whole time?" I half-shouted. Whatsername slid under the covers.
"Yes." Jimmy said smiling. " I knew you liked her, I set this up. Whatsy wanted this too. And aren't you two adorable together?"
"You did this?" I asked. Jimmy nodded.
"Now then, I've got another hangover to deal with." He said leaving. Whatsername came out from under the sheets.
"You like me?" I asked.
"You have the willpower to not drink, you understand me, and have a great ass. How did you not see that coming?"
"Amanda," I felt the need to call her by her real name. "This may come as a shock to you, but I haven't had much experience with girls. And you're not the easiest book to read."
"I don't like open books." She said coming closer to me. "I like long chapter books with complicated plots that keep you in the edge of your seat. And when you think you've figured out one thing, something else happens. I want a book that will keep me reading."
"That sucks, because I'm the most open book out there." I said.
"But you can still read me." She said. I smiled.
"Chapter one, sex." I said. Whatsername nodded.
