A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Uh this chapter is a little short, but I just wanted to give you guys something for now. I don't know the next time I'll update after this, but the next chapter should be a little longer.
Ch. 3: One Million One Thoughts
Homework, RFR, Phone, Read, Brush Teeth, Sleep. That was supposed to be my schedule, but here I was on Audrey's bed.
Sex? She wanted, sex? With me? One million one thoughts rushed through my mind at this moment. It was odd to think about how all these little adolescent kids would look at Audrey and smile, they would undress her with her eyes. They thought she was beautiful, and she was. Audrey was beautiful, she was a poster child for all the guys to put into their minds, twisting her into different positions for their fantasies. They wanted to have sex with her, they dreamed of having sex with her. Fantasizing about her dumping me and suddenly, instantly falling in love with them and having sex with them there on the spot. In one way, this flattered me. However, in another it made me want to smack the little smirks off their faces everytime she walked by. But here was Audrey, giving herself upto me. Something we keep wrapped, a gift. She wanted me to unwrap her gift. Deflower her. Could I go through with it? Would I ever be faced with another opportunity, with such magnitude as this one? Sure Audrey was great, but it's not like I really looked passed high school with her, or even this year. Love is something a teenager should not be thinking about. This was just a few of the one million one thoughts that ran through my mind the moment she asked this question. But I think I overthought it.
I felt a drop of sweat run down my temple, my hands were slightly shaking with anticipation and nervousness on my next action. I cleared my throat.
"What about it?" I finally asked, maybe she didn't want to have it, maybe she wanted my feelings on it, maybe, maybe, maybe... Strong, get a hold of yourself.
"Do you... Are you.. Want... Umm.." She was clearly as nervous as I was. I looked into her beautiful eyes, those soft eyes. I placed my palm on her cheek and raised it slightly under her hair and leaned in and kissed her. This was the only way I could change the subject. I kissed her with passion for about a minute, before I leaned back.
"Wow.." She touched her lips slightly. "..That was, great!" She smiled at me, her perfect teeth smile.
I looked at my watch and acted like something important was going on. Of course there wasn't, but I had to get out of this situation. "Oh, I have to get home...I'm sorry for being here so shortly, but I have to clean the.. house. Really sorry.. and I've got homework. It was great spending some time with you though.. I'll call you."
I picked up my coat and left.
I calmly walked home with my hands in my pockets. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a shade of purple and pink, reflecting off the clouds. I looked up at them, so beautiful, so peaceful. If only the world could be like this. So violent and with hatred around every corner. I've been to places where you have to lock your doors and you cannot go out at night, or you will most likely be beaten and robbed. It's a terrible world we live in.
I opened the door to my house, still empty. Of course I knew that it would be, but there was always wishful thinking. I walked back over to the dining room table. My papers scattered all over the placemats. I really don't have time for this. Maybe some television would bring my spirits up a little more. I walked over to the couch and slouched down, and looked for the remote.
"Not there.." I looked frantically, "Or there.." I finally found it between two cushions. How did it get there? Our remotes were never tucked under cushions. They were always put back on the coffee table. No use in worrying, I guess.
I flicked on the television and a cartoon appeared on screen. Cartoons were alot more amusing and intelligent then most people think. There is many small sophisticated jokes in cartoons that a lot of children would never figure out. Just then I heard a thumping sound. I replayed the scene on TV in my head... But I didn't remember any instances where a thumping sound would occur. I pressed mute on the remote and waited calmly to see if it was just my imagination. Another thumping sound, and then another one. Did I lock the door when I left for Audrey's? Wait, I came in without unlocking the door. I got the shakes and realized something.
Someone was in the house.
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Ch. 3: One Million One Thoughts
Homework, RFR, Phone, Read, Brush Teeth, Sleep. That was supposed to be my schedule, but here I was on Audrey's bed.
Sex? She wanted, sex? With me? One million one thoughts rushed through my mind at this moment. It was odd to think about how all these little adolescent kids would look at Audrey and smile, they would undress her with her eyes. They thought she was beautiful, and she was. Audrey was beautiful, she was a poster child for all the guys to put into their minds, twisting her into different positions for their fantasies. They wanted to have sex with her, they dreamed of having sex with her. Fantasizing about her dumping me and suddenly, instantly falling in love with them and having sex with them there on the spot. In one way, this flattered me. However, in another it made me want to smack the little smirks off their faces everytime she walked by. But here was Audrey, giving herself upto me. Something we keep wrapped, a gift. She wanted me to unwrap her gift. Deflower her. Could I go through with it? Would I ever be faced with another opportunity, with such magnitude as this one? Sure Audrey was great, but it's not like I really looked passed high school with her, or even this year. Love is something a teenager should not be thinking about. This was just a few of the one million one thoughts that ran through my mind the moment she asked this question. But I think I overthought it.
I felt a drop of sweat run down my temple, my hands were slightly shaking with anticipation and nervousness on my next action. I cleared my throat.
"What about it?" I finally asked, maybe she didn't want to have it, maybe she wanted my feelings on it, maybe, maybe, maybe... Strong, get a hold of yourself.
"Do you... Are you.. Want... Umm.." She was clearly as nervous as I was. I looked into her beautiful eyes, those soft eyes. I placed my palm on her cheek and raised it slightly under her hair and leaned in and kissed her. This was the only way I could change the subject. I kissed her with passion for about a minute, before I leaned back.
"Wow.." She touched her lips slightly. "..That was, great!" She smiled at me, her perfect teeth smile.
I looked at my watch and acted like something important was going on. Of course there wasn't, but I had to get out of this situation. "Oh, I have to get home...I'm sorry for being here so shortly, but I have to clean the.. house. Really sorry.. and I've got homework. It was great spending some time with you though.. I'll call you."
I picked up my coat and left.
I calmly walked home with my hands in my pockets. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a shade of purple and pink, reflecting off the clouds. I looked up at them, so beautiful, so peaceful. If only the world could be like this. So violent and with hatred around every corner. I've been to places where you have to lock your doors and you cannot go out at night, or you will most likely be beaten and robbed. It's a terrible world we live in.
I opened the door to my house, still empty. Of course I knew that it would be, but there was always wishful thinking. I walked back over to the dining room table. My papers scattered all over the placemats. I really don't have time for this. Maybe some television would bring my spirits up a little more. I walked over to the couch and slouched down, and looked for the remote.
"Not there.." I looked frantically, "Or there.." I finally found it between two cushions. How did it get there? Our remotes were never tucked under cushions. They were always put back on the coffee table. No use in worrying, I guess.
I flicked on the television and a cartoon appeared on screen. Cartoons were alot more amusing and intelligent then most people think. There is many small sophisticated jokes in cartoons that a lot of children would never figure out. Just then I heard a thumping sound. I replayed the scene on TV in my head... But I didn't remember any instances where a thumping sound would occur. I pressed mute on the remote and waited calmly to see if it was just my imagination. Another thumping sound, and then another one. Did I lock the door when I left for Audrey's? Wait, I came in without unlocking the door. I got the shakes and realized something.
Someone was in the house.
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