Trying Really Hard

 “You wouldn’t be hurting me. You’d make me happy.” I sobbed.

Jason walked across the room, grabbing my jeans and giving them to me.

“No. I’m never going to wear those again.” I snapped.

Jason sighed and headed upstairs to my bedroom like he’d be inside my house hundreds of times. He came down with a pair of white short shorts. He obviously was only saying no to me because he knew it was the right thing. He obviously wanted to, wanted me. Might as well keep trying.

We sat together on the couch, watching TV. I pulled my legs into a crossed position and Jason cleared his throat again, looking at my tanned skin. What could he do? Ask me to please not sit that way?

“What do you want to watch?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction.

“Um, whatever you want.” I turned to ON DEMAND and picked out a lovey-dovey movie.

“Want some popcorn?” He nodded and I pulled him by the hand into the kitchen. So happy that my mom went to the store, I popped some popcorn into the microwave and sat on the marble counter.

The End

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