I hope he didn't mind that I was a pretty fucking flat-chested girl. I tugged down at the hoodie I was wearing, smoothing it over my stomach. I had ditched the heels for a more comfortable pair of shoes. I couldn't do heels, I was surprised I didn't fall flat on my face earlier. I picked up the lip gloss, slapping the container against my palm and unscrewed the cap, covering my lips in the sticky, disgusting shit.

I stepped out the door, hearing Matt call to me from down the hall.
"Where you off to, Vengeance?"
"I got myself a date," I replied, turning around to face him as he caught up with me.
"Oh yeah, with who?"

"Brian," I blushed, staring down at my feet. I felt Matt roughly pat my shoulder.
"Seriously? Does he uh, know this chick's got a dick?" He said, poking at my shoulder.
I shook my head, "I'm gonna tell him later, so just don't say anything?"
He saluted me, "Yes sir, now you don't want to be late. Go have fun Mrs. No-boobs!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and jogged off to Starbucks.

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late. My friend started talking to me," I said, slipping in to line next to him.
"It's all good, what do you want?" He asked, pulling out his wallet. Aw, he was buying coffee for me. "Small, cream only," I replied.
I had to tell him, just like I told Matt I would. We walked outside, and over to the park.
"So, you play guitar?" He asked, tossing his empty cup into the trash.
I nodded, doing the same with my empty cup, "Yeah, I've been playing forever."
"So, wanna go get some lunch? And you can tell me about your influences?"
I nodded hastily, "Yes, I'm fucking starved."

We ended up at Friendly's, which is cheap, fatty and delicious. We had a lot in common, but my mind kept nagging me to tell him. But, where the fuck was I supposed to slip that in to the conversation? Just, oh, by the way, I have a dick. Just so you know. So, I didn't tell him.
Instead, we went back to his dorm room and he handed me his guitar, "Play," he demanded.
I smirked, sticking my tongue out, "Alright, mista' bossy," I snorted and fished out a pick that I kept in my pocket and found the chord I wanted to start on.

I played through a song and stopped, looking at the reaction of Brian.
He smiled up at me, "You're fucking incredible, where did you learn that?"
"I was um, self taught," I said sheepishly.
That's when he came next to me and kissed my cheek. God damn this stupid bet.