Amazing Otter- I'm not a fan of Tina either. And no one will be in the end. Whoops
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MICHAEL:
She linked her arm in mine. We filled one another in on our lives. We hadn't hung out in a while, not since Huck showed up. I didn't tell her I had started sleeping around with women I met in bars. I didn't think she'd like it. Not that she was my girlfriend or anything, but still. I'd like her to believe I was as clean as the undriven snow (or however that phrase goes).
Instead, I filled her in on some new songs I was working on. She seemed pretty excited about learning them. "But you know I am leaving on the first of July, right?"
"Yeah, not a problem. We all are going to busy this summer. I'm taking some summer courses over at NYU."
"No way! That's awesome!" she said excitedly as we sat down on a sand dune.
She looked cold so I put my jacket on her. "Drink?" I asked, handing a beer to her.
"Thanks, can you open it for me?"
I twisted the cap off and handed it back. I thanked God that Huck was sick and stuck back in the city. "You thinking about school?" I asked.
"NYU actually," she replied. "The Independent Study program."
"Nice. Hard to get into," I replied. "But you are smart. You'll get in."
"Hopefully…well, the Olsen twins got in and they are hardly ever in school so I think I should be able to…."she said as we drifted off into silence. But it wasn't uncomfortable. It was just right. A good segway into kissing.
I didn't care if she had a boyfriend, and she didn't seem to care either. It was like we just knew we were supposed to be doing this and ignored the outsiders telling us no.
We cuddled and I told her some ghost stories, not scary ones though. Just funny ones. She'd never sleep otherwise. The kisses came in every once and a while. More frequent as we came close to the end of our stash of drinks. "You look pretty," I mumbled.
"Well you look handsome," she giggled, twisting my hair around her fingers.
"We're a good looking couple then," I replied, not even thinking of my words.
"Yeah. Totally. It just…I wish we could…"
"Could what?" I asked, my heart beating fast. Here we go. She is going to confess her undying devotion to me….
"Go back and do all this in the house. Without everyone watching and wondering what is going on, ya know?"
But it's okay for me to just wonder what is going on? "Yeah."
"It's cold."
I pulled her closer to me.
"How come you are always so warm?"
"Body hair."
"Maybe I'll stop shaving. Grandmere would totally flip!"
"No, that's a bad idea."
"Why, you wouldn't want to go up my shirt then?"
No. Nothing would make me not want to go there. At the moment I was trying to figure out how to do just that without ripping her dress. "Just don't."
"Okay, I won't."
I managed to slide my left hand up her lower half of her skirt. She encouraged me with kisses and her fingers going through my hair. "Mia," I half moaned, half whined.
"Please," she said softly.
We were hidden by some long grass so I felt fairly safe in not being found. We didn't say anything, we just kept kissing one another and touching each other. I had been with other women since we'd slept together a few weeks ago, but they meant nothing. No one did when it came to this stuff. She was the one. She was the one I had on my mind when I was with them.
I looked at her questionably, asking if she wanted this. I already knew I wanted to.
"Do you have anything?" she asked, breathlessly.
I nodded. I had been prepared. I kept one in my wallet all the time now. Just in case. I quickly slipped it on and turned back to her. We didn't really care that we were getting sand in un Godly places.
MIA:
I was upset that Huck wasn't going to come to the beach with us. He had some shellfish and an allergic reaction hit him. But I was also kind of excited. I hadn't hung out with Michael in a long time. Shameeka said that her boyfriend was bringing some drinks.
We could kiss again and blame it on that. Life would be…well, not perfect because my boyfriend still wasn't giving me chills like Michael did. Even if I found out that Michael was somewhat of a man whore now. Drunk Mia, or even the Pretending to be drunk so she can fool around with Michael, Mia could just forget about those types of things.
It was still cool as we started making out in the sand dunes, but he quickly made me feel much warmer. The sand hurt my back, but I forgot about it when he started making love to me. Or just plain having sex with me. I highly doubt he loved me. Who would? I mean, I'm cheating on my boyfriend who claimed to love me.
I let him continue to kiss me after we were finished doing what we were doing. He had straightened my dress back onto me. We didn't say anything though, which is good. He may think I'm drunk and therefore cannot form coherent sentences, but I couldn't do that because I was with him.
"Wanna head back?" he asked. "Everyone will be worried."
I nodded, "Yeah. I think I need a shower," I said with a giggle. I was so freakin' nervous.
"Maybe I'll join you," he said softly, his lips whisking by my bare shoulder.
I smiled shyly and let him help me get up. We walked back wordlessly to the house.
"All the lights are off," he said, stating the obvious.
"I know."
"Wanna take showers?" he asked opening the door quietly.
"Um, yeah."
We looked around to see where everyone is. I saw Lilly and Tina talking in the back by the Jacuzzi. Tina looked kind of upset about something. Shit. Had she seen us?
I put my finger to my lips and pulled him into the bathroom. We took a quick shower together, with stray kisses here and there. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was with him there, seeing me naked. Totally naked.
I wrapped a towel around myself and ran to a room that seemed empty. He followed me a few minutes later. I put on a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt, he wore some pants he'd brought along. We started playing rummy. It was so weird. We'd been two passionate animals only about an hour before. Now we were drinking a little and playing cards.
But we finally decided to sleep a little later. Together. I was still in my drunken haze and didn't think about the consequences in the morning. How hurt Tina would be. How she would most likely go and tell Huck. Having Michael holding me close, having his cool breath and soapy skin so near made all my problems seem so small and meaningless.
"What the hell is going on?" Lilly's voice asked, shaking me awake. "Did you screw my brother?"
I groggily got up, "No, why?"
"Um, you guys are in bed together and he's holding you awfully close. You are lucky it was me that found you and not Tina."
I saw Michael stirring so I jumped up and bit my lip. "Is she up?"
"No."
"Good. I'm going to get dressed."
"And make sure you wipe the smile off your face."
I covered my mouth. "Um, yeah. Okay."
She followed me into the room I was supposedly in that night. "What the hell are you two doing together?"
"Huh?"
"Tina thinks you two are hooking up behind all of our backs. What gives, Mia?"
I stared at my bed, "Nothing. We aren't hooking up," I replied, then added right now in my head.
"She says that he kissed her a few weeks ago, right about the time you got together with Huck. But he was drunk and thought she was you or something. He didn't say your name, but he acted like it was normal for you to drop by. Is it normal for you to drop by and make out with him? Is it?"
What?
"She isnt' sure, of course, but he asked about Huck." Woot. She ignored my not answering hte normal part of the question.
Oh. Good. God. "Um, I have no idea."
"Mia, don't play with fire. She'll be devastated."
I ignored him that day. Tina would be able to tell something happened for sure by just looking at us. I wore my brand new black two piece. With boy shorts and a halter top. Huck had bought it for me.. I didnt' really care for it too much. I hated showing off my belly.
"Lilly, get my back," I said, handing her the sunscreen.
I glanced at Michael who was re-reading his copy of Julius Caesar. Not looking at me. Great. I'm just one of those girls that he sleeps with. Fine. I'll just forget about him.
"Here," he said, tossing me a t-shirt. "What are you thinking a two piece?" he asekd.
I gave him a look.
"I mean, you hate those. Lemme guess, Grandmere?"
I blushed. He knew that I hated two pieces. "Yeah," I lied. I didn't want him to know that my boyfriend hadn't been clued in on my hatred of the stupid thing.
But after that he ignored me. So I sunbathed all afternoon, and then played a game of pickup Frisbee with some guys we'd met. Michael didn't like that. Too bad for him. He had Julius to go back to.
"I saw some people having sex down here last night," one guy, Bryce said, popping open a drink.
I saw Michael look over at me nervously. "No way."
"Yeah. They didn't even notice that we were walking by and laughing."
Oh.My.God. That's why they've been so friendly. They know.
"Did you get a good look at the people?" I asked, sipping my diet soda.
"No. Just the guy's ass. But it was kind of funny. We let them finish up. They were kind enough to bring the condom with them though."
I smiled, "Good. Wouldn't want to see that."
"Weren't you guys out here last night?" Tina asked.
"Yeah, for about two seconds," Michael replied. "We heard something but just kept going. Who wants to see people going at it?"
Tina looked at me, who was suddenly interested in the seagulls overhead.
I pointedly ignored Michael that night before we went back to the city. I didn't want to talk to him. Especially since Tina was so clearly in love. Plus, they'd made out and he therefore made things ten times worse for his situation.
He pulled me into the bathroom while everyone was running around getting their stuff together. "Sorry, about you know…stuff."
"It's fine," I replied. "But we you know…can't…um, keep doing this. I have a boyfriend, ya know?"
He nodded, "Yeah. A boyfriend."
"Plus, you seem to be having a grand old time with all the girls in the bars so…"
He rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room. What, the truth hurts?
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there," Huck said on Monday evening. He was helping me study for my Trig final. I had to get all this done before Thursday. Plus, an English paper.
"It's fine," I replied. "How did you get that answer?"
He carefully explained it and then we decided to take a break and watch TV.
Which developed into oh so much more. Why am I becoming a slut?
He started kissing me softly, more softly than Michael ever had. "You know I love you, right?" he asked tenderly, worriedly.
"Yeah," I said carefully. "I do too." LIAR.
"Do you want to…I mean, we don't have to…"
"Um, no. I really don't think we're ready."
So instead we just fooled around to an extreme that I can't say Michael and I ever went to. He and I usually just went from light fooling around to making lo- to having sex.
MICHAEL:
I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. She walked into practice on his arm on Tuesday night. Whispering to one another and smiling. I knew that smile. He'd been with her. He'd just lost his virginity to her.
I'm going to fucking kill the guy.
But she was all business while we practiced. She didn't look at him, just acted like everything was totally normal. Like we were supposed to just occasionally share a drunken night together. I didn't want that though. I wanted the real thing, and neither of us was ready for that much of a commitment.
I hate my life.
Which is why I spent the following Thursday at Cappy's with the boys. There was a band playing. They weren't too bad. They even sat down with us afterwards. It turned out that Kevin knew the singer's sister (we didn't bother asking how).
"Hey," I said shaking the drummer's hand. "Michael."
"Andy," he replied before taking a shot.
Andy and I talked about music and our favorite movie; Scarface. "Anything with Pacino is money," he explained, naming the different 'money' flicks he's been in .
"Boys, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay here," Cappy announced.
"It's only ten," I argued.
"Yeah, but my daughter just went into labor so I'm going to the hospital," he replied unapologetically.
So we all got up and let him quickly close before going to see his first grandchild.
"You guys want to hang out? Maybe play some cards a little bit?" Andy asked as his bandmates scampered off in different directions. "My roommate won't be home for awhile."
We all agreed and took the subway to a nice TriBeca apartment. "Not bad," I said, examining the place. "What else do you do other than play music?"
"Oh, my roommate. He owns this place. He's kind of letting me crash.I guess you could say he's my sugar daddy," he joked.
Manny shrugged when I looked at him for a reaction. "He seems nice enough," Manny mumbled, "I mean, look at this place. I bet he-"
"Beer?" Andy called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, lemme help ya," I replied, going towards his voice.
Something was weird about this place. It was almost familiar to me, but not quite.
"Here," he said handing me some drinks from a mini fridge. "My roommate is all about wine and champagne. Not much of a beer guy. SO I keep my stuff in a different fridge," he explained
I nodded and began to follow him into the front hall out to the living room. I sat down and started taking my cards that Manny was dealing.
The front door opened. "I'm home!" an all too familiar voice called out.
A pit that had formed in my stomach earlier began filling with repressed vomit. Suddenly Andy jumped up and ran toward the voice, which was coming closer. He was explaining that this patient of his just didn't want to cooperate with him unless….Allie, my mother, was there.
Andy hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry, that sucks. Hey, I hope you don't mind but-"
"Michael? What on earth are you doing here?"
Andy. Ned. Andy was Ned. Andy was mydad's boyfriend.I stared at my father.
I didn't care what a great guy Andy was. He was Ned. The home wrecker. The man that convinced my father that he was, in fact, gay.
"You know…ohhh, that's your son?" Ned asked.
Every one of my friends turned deathly silent.
"I was," I muttered as I walked by. I knew I couldn't hide from this forever, but I sure as hell didn't want to see the guy, who merely refers to my father as a roommate, or worse, a sugar daddy.
There was only one place in the entire world I could go right now.
