OK. I'm back everyone! I just re-read what I had wrote about this story before, and I love it. I have to continue telling it. I haven't updated in a LONG time….but I will now. Senior year in high school, short schedule, I have time. So…you obviously have read everything else so…enjoy the rest! There's a lot more to tell….Oh, and I'm keeping it sorta like a flashback/conversation thing, but I'll double space it from now on so its easier to read, k?
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Chapter 4: Seiya
Seiya, Seiya, Seiya. What can I say about Seiya. He was something else. Tall, muscles, by far the cutest guy I had seen in a while. I met him at a fashion show my mom was helping put on. We were both models, involuntarily, because both our moms were working on it. Every other female model tried to get at him, but he was just so casual about everything. So, I decided to be casual too. I asked him his name. "Seiya. You?" That's all he said. So I told him my name, we shook hands, and sat down. The way he looked, I was guessing he was at least 18. WRONG! 15! Younger than ME! But I didn't care. I asked if I could see his phone, and secretly put my number in his phonebook, not expecting him to notice it but he did! He called me that night. We spent more time together over the next few weeks at rehearsals for the show and by the night of the show, we were an item. I was so happy. I thought I was finally on the road to getting over Dare. And I was. At that time, at least. (But we'll get into that a bit later…) Over the next few months, we had the most intense relationship ever. We were in love within a couple of months. I snuck him in too. He was able to get on the roof a lot quicker than Dare ever could. That night, my cousin just happened to be at my house for the weekend, but I didn't care because I needed to see him. You see, I felt he was my soul at that time. I needed him. I would do anything for him. So I snuck him in, and we lay there. His hands were freezing cold because it was winter. But boy were we hot. Sweating. It was 30 something degrees outside, but in that room? At least 90 degrees. I don't really have to say what happened, you can guess that. Although I can say he was a LOT bigger than Dare…but that's besides the point. It only happened once. We were having a great time being with each other. And then, the ex. HIS ex. One individual named Tiffany. AN: My own character. He had always loved her. I understood what he meant, for I would always love Dare. He had even kissed her while we were together. So we broke it off on mutual terms. Every now and then when we both got lonely we would seek each other out for comfort, but now we're are strictly best friends, and I couldn't ask for a more perfect friend. To this day he and Tiffany are still together, over a year later. (Although sometimes I wonder why because she's such a dreary person to talk to…talk about boring…) So that blew over. After him, I never really had a true relationship. It was just kind of "I like you, lets go out" type stuff that didn't work at ALL. Well, that is until I met Diamond. Looks can be deceiving. VERY deceiving.
I know you probably think I'm a TOTAL slut, but I'm not. Not at all. Just misunderstood, as we all seem to be at certain points in our lives. Anywho, Diamond was like another Seiya: intense. His kisses were infectious. I was addicted. His twin brother Sapphire and him didn't really get along, but that didn't affect us. Once again, I was in love. My husband. I swore we would get married and have babies and be happy. He would do anything to see me. Once, there was a track meet after school one day and I was staying, so he rode the bus up to my school, walked a bit, and came to see me. He even came to my house like that once. I won't forget that day. You see, I was babysitting for the evening for another couple, and my parents were out. My brother was home, but wasn't paying attention. So, I disabled the chime on the alarm (how I HATE that thing…) and snuck Diamond in, and told him to hide in my closet and be quiet until everyone went to sleep. I finished babysitting and my brother went to his friend's house. So I snuck up to my closet, and kissed him. Now, I already said that his kisses were addicting, so we got caught up in the moment. In my closet. But thank God my parents came home. He waited for me in that closet for at least 3 hours. Every now and then I would sneak back to check up on him and give him kisses, and once I even found him sleeping. How adorable. But then everyone went to sleep. I had put on my cutest lingerie set to be a tease to him. Oh, did I mention that he was spending the night? Anyway, we climbed in bed and lay there. This was at my new house, after we moved from the old one where all my other memories were made….Moving on, we lay there, and he had his arms around me. I was sleepy so I started to fall asleep. Then he kissed my shoulder and back. I woke up, turned around, and wrapped my arms around him. We started kissing. He began to rub me and feel on me, and me being 17 at the time, I was developed quite well. D cup, slender waist, protruding hips, all from my mother. And he loved it. Every chance he got, he would touch me. And he did. That night. That morning. All the time. I loved him with a passion. And then I hated him with that same passion after he cheated on me with some airheaded hussy. I still hate him to this very day. He called me a bitch and said I was a ho because we made love. He said he loved me. And I believed that I loved him. I didn't. I had still loved Dare. Still do….
OK….That's it for now. Is it rushed? I hope it doesn't seem that way its just a lot to type out….well, let me know if I should continue. As my life goes on, so will this story. If you want it to. Just…keep me posted, ok? THANKS! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
