I went home, sat around watching Happy Tree Friends (a violent show recommended by Duncan) and my mother offered me some Tums to help with my sham nausea before the two left for a wedding.
I was trapped in my room listening to music when she giggled through the door, "Talking to your boyfriend?"
I froze. Did she know about the journeys in "studying", or adventures carousing through Rio Grande? I hoped not. "Why would you say that?"
"You've been spending a lot of time with that one boy," my mom pointed out.
"Oh. Yeah, we are." I blushed. "But we lack the title."
My mom paused for a while. "I was kidding…what happened to that Trent?"
"Oh, we broke up," I pointed out. "Just wasn't working out."
"What a shame," she said, and walked off. My parents grew a fondness towards Trent, which was odd. When a girl dates an aspiring rocker, they usually go against the relationship. Why? "Because he'll suck at music, his dreams will be crushed, and he won't support you after you get married in Vegas while you're seven months pregnant". That was Dad's warning. But then he found out Trent was smart, and immediately knew that he could support me if we got together.
However, I refrain from introducing Duncan to my parents ("Incredibly sexy delinquent boyfriend, meet my worrisome parents. Worrisome parents, meet my incredibly sexy juvenile delinquent boyfriend"). That would be awkward.
My parents then left and told me about the emergency numbers, blah blah blah. Then, I started looking around the house. Why not invite Duncan over? I decided to surprise him – not the slutty lingerie one that you always see in the movies. Maybe just a short dress I'll steal from my mom. I looked through her formal wear, and found a short, slutty black dress with a slit halfway up the thigh. I put on the dress with these tall stiletto heels, red lipstick, and a messy yet elegant up-do. I looked pretty, yet overworked. I decided that'd be the look I'll be going for. I called Duncan and offered, "My parents are out at a wedding. Want to come over?"
"Sure," I could hear him grin through the phone. "See you there, babe."
I hung up, and got ready. I even lit some candles (vanilla scented, because no flavor beats fucking vanilla bean). When he arrived, I opened the door and sarcastically greeted him, "Well, hi there!"
"Really, Gwen? Really?" he asked, grinning.
"It's better than shitty jeans and an ugly shirt," I said in annoyance.
"Yeah," he shrugged, and stepped closer to me. "True that."
Soon, he pressed his lips to mine and started unzipping my dress. Before he could get halfway, I stopped, smiled, and flirtatiously pointed towards my room. I recently hung up black curtains with a red comforter and black sheets, so it was newly introduced to the dark side.
I locked the door, and we continued our tomfoolery there. It advanced from kissing to stripping to fucking. Afterwards, I scrutinized my mum's dress. It was okay – no stains, no tears, and not even lint from the wood floors. I threw on some jeans and a white t-shirt, and put it back where it belonged. If my mom found out I wore it, she'd hang me from the balcony. And I'd rather not have the kids below us find the corpse next summer.
I came back and saw Duncan just texting, still on my bed. "Hey there, hon."
He looked at me and smiled. "Hey. What's up, hot stuff?"
I blushed, and started kissing him again. Soon, we was undressing me. Again. "Oh my Jesus, again?"
"Yeah, sure, why not? The wedding is in…"
"Philadelphia," I responded.
He enunciated, "Yeah, Philly. That's like, four hours of travel and four hours of the whole ceremony and whatnot. Eight hours. So why not spend it on something good?"
I smiled. He then added, "Besides, my bed is total shit, my parents are home and my cat's the devil. Your place is…quiet. And cozy."
"Yeah," I nodded. "My condominium is quite snuggly."
He smiled – amused – and resumed kissing me. We ended up screwing around again.
We spent our remaining hours talking, kissing, and prank-calling Courtney. Multiple times.
"Hello, this is Courtney," she answered, a Jonas Brothers song playing in the background. We got this Mister Rogers soundboard – so it sounded like the guy was calling her (we decided to go with Mr. Rogers rather than Stewie, because Mr. Rogers is just fucking creepy. And dead).
"Hello there, neighbor!"
"Uh…who is this?"
"Can you help me find my kitty?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can you help find my kitty?"
She hung up, but we repeated this usually after kissing a bit. When my parents were due home in forty minutes, he drove back home, but not before a long (embarrassingly sloppy) goodbye kiss.
Afterwards, I sighed somewhat dreamily, "I love you so much."
He smiled. "Love you, too."
And he left.
.oOo.
"Hi, Geoff…" she waved towards her boyfriend, who she hasn't seen in days due to busy schedules.
"Hey, Bridge!" he scooped her up, and hugged her tightly. His grip loosened, and she put on a fake smile. She liked him, a lot. But she just didn't…feel much for him anymore. Sure, he was a good kisser. Sure, they both loved surfing. But what else was there to talk about? It hurt her to know that it was the case, but she had to do something about it rather than lie to herself about their relationship.
"Hey, um…I'm kind of confused about…everything." She sighed. "Can I…can I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Uh…sure. Sure. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he let her go, and she climbed into her car to drive back home. To her dismay,
When she got back, she simply sat on her stoop, and thought about everything. Why the hell did she stay away from him? Why the hell are all of these feelings coming out now?
She looked up at the street. A familiar car pulled up. It was Duncan. He called, "What's up?"
"Oh, um…I'm reconsidering Geoff," she told him. "Why are you passing by?"
"Coming back from Gwen's," he got out of the car and sat next to her. "Why reconsidering?"
"No clue why," she replied. She then leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed, "I just don't know what the fuck to do, Duncan."
He held her closer to ease her. Soon, closeness provoked them to kiss. Only a small peck, but a kiss nonetheless.
And then they both knew that that time in the boat wasn't just an adorable little mistake.
After a pause of silence, Duncan simply went, "Uhm…"
"Uh…God, this is awkward…" she sighed.
Duncan simply got up and said, "Uh…I don't know what to do."
She paused. This didn't solve anything. It just made more problems. "Me neither."
"So, I'll see you later." He waved, and got in his car, his face burning from guilt.
She lightly touched her lips, and lied back down on the stoop. She thought for a few more minutes, and she came up with an answer. She didn't like Geoff anymore…because she liked Duncan. She sat up for a few minutes, trying to convince herself not to. Duncan was her best friend's boyfriend, and she promised her that nothing would ever happen between them again.
She thought about him for a few moments. Although she was confused, angry at herself, and guilty, she felt herself blushing.
