A likely story…just the movie? Please. Caden and I were having a convo on AIM . C’mon Lorraine be smarter than that. He felt you up the last time then told everyone about it. You expect him to only think about a movie.
Of course I do, I typed, _What else could he possibly do?
Hmm, let me think here…..uhm….yeah lots of things can also be done.
Shut up. You’re just jealous that I don’t like you anymore Caden didn’t type anything for quite a bit and I felt that I had one this arguement. But then he typed a response.
Please Lorraine. I was a very happy camper when I discovered you didn’t like me anymore. I had a fricken party.
That comment made my anger rise, Idk, I’m still not caring about what you’re saying and I’m going over to his house tomorrow. Done.
Alright. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you. idk how but somehow this is going to bite you in the ass. And then Caden signed off, leaving me with a pleased smile on my face.
I had won after all.
I’m afraid to admit it, but I really was a little anxious about going over to Andrew’s tonight. What if, and an emphasis on the if, he did try to do something again?
As I got dressed in one of my favorite shirts and pair of skinny jeans I kept bouncing thoughts and fears around in my head. He wouldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t do anything. I kept repeating to myself.
i mean, he obviously learned his lesson last time. He knows I don’t want any part of that. I know Andrew would listen to my feelings because he knows the outcome otherwise: I would break up with him.
i know darn well that I want that from him at the same time. The last time he made out with me…uhhh…it was to die for. Even though he ruined it last time by trying to get his hand up my shirt.
The real question is, this time, would I be able to say no to him?
I don’t think so.
Right when my hand was reaching up to knock on the door it swung open to reveal Andrew. I smiled, “Hey.”
“Hey, um I got the projector that’ll show the movie we’re watching all set up in the basement. I’ll meet you down there then.”
So I walked on down the stairs to see a large screen and on top of his DVD player was my favorite movie: Juno.
As soon as Andrew came downstairs I trilled happily, “This is my favorite movie. How did you know?”
“I asked around.” He answered while shrugging.
“Well I’m glad you care so much to go through all that trouble.”
“Yes.” Aww, I thought to myself. He actually seemed nervous, which was a first for Andrew. It was silent for a bit until Andrew gestured towards his sofa and asked, “So you wanna sit down and start watching it?”
“Heck yes! I can quote from this movie.”
It was going great. We were halfway through the movie, and he hadn’t tried anything. Tch, Caden’s such an idiot…Everybody’s an idiot…Except Andrew. I know He reallly loves me. I know it.
I wasn’t even watching the movie. I stared at Andrew the whole time, getting lost in his eyes…God, he’s amazing!
He put his hand on top of mine. He inched it up until it rested on my cheek. He started to pull me in.
I wanted this, but I was so nervous and my stomach started to knot. Oh well. This is it. He loves me.
We kissed for about five minutes. He pulled away, and started undoing his pants.
Oh shit. My body said no, but he said he loved me…I..I have to! He’s so irresistable!
He finished undressing himself, and then moved on to me. Oh yes. This was it.
Somehow, I ended up going home last night. Well, more like hobbled home. I mean, I was shocked, and so was my body.
I got home and walked through the back door, right in to the belly of the beast. Right into the furious faces of my parents.
“Where have you been?” My mom suddenly asked.
“More importantly, what have you been doing?” My dad also sternly added. What was I doing tonight? I forget. I was over at Andrew’s watching Juno, he started kissing me, I remember his shirt off….but then I’m blank. “What time is it?” I hoarsely asked. Whoa, I sounded like shit. What did happen?
“It’s one in the morning missey.” Holy crap! I tried hard to not seemed surprised and monotonely answered, “We watched a lot of movies. That’s all. I don’t know why you guys would possibly think I would do something more.” It was silent as they continued to glare at me, not believing my story. “I’m going to go to bed now because I’m beat.” What the hell am I beat from? We were sitting there watching movies. How exhausting can that be?
Nethertheless, I crawled up the stairs and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
And face it, all night I was trying to decipher what happened tonight. Did we? No, I would remember that. I would. You’d want to remember that.