.01 | chapter one
—she said "get a boy!" - I said "no." Because it's okay, and I won't be pressured into dating someone just because she thinks double dates are cute.
Don't you ever wonder; why is it so necessary for some girls to have to have a boyfriend? It's like their life is incomplete without that masculine counterpart. Perhaps I'm just envious. Actually I'm pretty sure I'm jealous – at least a little bit, okay maybe more than a little bit. I mean, why else would I be sitting here seething at every couple showing the tiniest sign of PDA?
Being in college means you finally have the freedom you've always wanted from when you lived with your parents. Things like curfews and annoying moms nagging you to clean your room, do your laundry, do your homework, walk the dog, clean the dishes, yada yada are non-existent. Not really. I mean you still have to clean your room, especially when it's gotten to the point where you can't find your assignment sheets, and obviously you have to do your laundry when you run out of underwear but otherwise everything's pretty casual.
So here I am (satisfied that I've finally cleaned my room and did my laundry, and that I'm finally freed of that 11PM curfew) with my sketchbook and drawing utensils. I have the perfect view of the café from where I sit. At the back right next to the window where I can practice some quick sketches of people walking by and further back enough so that I can see the full layout of the place.
Anyway, back to the PDA thing. That couple right there? They're sitting on the bar stools, and the barista just gave them their drinks. They're pretending they're having a normal and fun conversation but their hands are literally (not really) having sex under the table. Ew? You can say that again, I don't even know how that's possible. That young couple two tables down from me? They kiss every two seconds, if I'm lucky, every five seconds. The sound of lips smacking against each other is really not that bad but imagine if you have to keep hearing smack! smack! giggle, smack! every other second. Or whatever the sound effect of kissing is.
But yeah, look at me, twenty years of age and still single. Not like it's a big deal (okay it really is, especially when you have friends who are taken and they keep insisting you "get yourself a man so we can go on a double date!"), but it does get boring. Of course every couple is free to do what they want but they're not wrong when they say PDA makes people feel uncomfortable, especially single people in need of some sexual release.
No, I don't masturbate. Maybe I should consider that to release the tension just a little bit but I find genitals to be gross. Have you tried looking at your own vagina at a mirror when you do your semi-annual-just-in-case-I-have-STD-checkup? Like, okay, I'm a virgin so how can I even have STD? I don't know but it's not a bad thing to do your own check-up. Just like how I check whether I have a bump on my breasts every morning when I shower. Breast cancer runs in my family, so do ovarian cancer so it's only natural that I get wary.
But anyway, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, boys. Relationships. I mean, I'm not in desperate need of a boyfriend. They can be pretty distracting, especially when you have fights and troublesome things like that because suddenly you're not only responsible for yourself.
I have a goal. I do, every woman has a goal in their life concerning their career. Mine is to be successful first and to be financially stable and independent before actually considering a proper romantic relationship – which probably means I'll be a virgin until my thirties or forties. Oh well. Everything comes with a price, and career is definitely something I'm prioritizing right now.
Unless I find someone hot. What? Yeah I'm shallow, so what? Oh yeah, I just did all that talk for nothing. Well, I can't help it. I mean, when I see a hot dude I can't help but swoon. Like that guy walking through the door just now. He's at the counter ordering coffee or maybe tea, I don't know. Damn that booty, his booty – that beautiful, firm mass of glutes. And his friend just walked in too, damn he's also hot.
Wait.
Oh shit.
"Sakura-chan!" hot second dude yelled out, snapping me back to reality. "You're drooling!"
"Shut up, Naruto!" I'm pretty sure it's your fault for being so damn fine. Great, this means attractive booty is –
"Sakura," he nods at me.
"Sasuke," I nod back. Because our conversations always start this way. With nodding.
And of course, they didn't ask for permission before casually taking up the seats in front of me. I roll my eyes before cleaning up after my stuff, as in all the pens and pencil and eraser bits on the table. I get carried away when drawing, and before I know it my work station always turns to a mess – no matter where.
"I saw you seething from outside the window," Naruto grins. "Did Sakura-chan see some unwanted PDA?"
"That couple two tables behind us? Every two seconds." I hold two fingers up while gesturing them to look back.
Smack! smack! giggle.
"Ugh," Naruto shudders. "Gross."
"Now you're talking my language," I grin, hi-fiving him. I see Sasuke roll his eyes from the corner of my eyes.
"Don't judge us, Sasuke, I can see you grimacing," I turn to him, smiling.
"Hn," he grins.
These guys? They're my boys. Been friends since middle school. Got accepted to the same art school, well me and Naruto anyway – Sasuke's attending a prestigious university majoring in Business cause he's got his multi-billion dollars family company to take over once his brother retires. Naruto's majoring in Graphic design. It's pretty cool, even though his family wants him to do some politic related major since his dad's the president. Well, we call our president Hokage. I know, exotic isn't it?
Anyway, relationships and PDA can be annoying, but they're not really all that bad. Maybe one day I'll be romantically involved with someone even before I reach my career goal. And I think as long as I find someone worthy, then it'll be okay. I mean, I'll probably need the experience right? It's pretty bad to just go head on into marriage expecting it to be smooth sailing. I'll have to know what to do and how to deal with certain situations in a romantic relationship.
But that story is probably going to take a while so let's just sit back, and enjoy this peaceful atmosphere. Just me, Naruto and Sasuke. At the corner of the world, seething and judging happy couples. I wouldn't have it any other way.
a/n |
There are two muscles forming your butt: gluteus maximus and gluteus medius, together they make the gluteus muscles, or the glutes. Yeah I had to Google them because I forgot completely what they're called. I learned the names of all the muscles and all the bones significant to the body in Anatomy class, but the only thing I remember is the trapezius (that shoulder muscle) and clavicle (collarbone). Also scapula, but I cheated on that 'cause I saw it when I looked up clavicle because I forgot what the non-scientific name is.
Look at me being all gross and smart sounding, when I've actually forgotten most of the shit I learned. Shame on me.
Anyway, my family does actually have a history of ovarian cancer, and if I've offended any of you with the paragraph regarding STD and this matter then I am very, very sorry.
Also this story's ongoing but I guess each chapter is going to kinda be like this, with a little bit of story unraveling chapter by chapter. Not sure if you like this kinda writing or not but I do so yeah, I just write what I want.
And I feel like this is now borderline M rating, if not already M. Let me know in the reviews?
—DramaDelicacy