harraser
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There's a girl asleep in my bed. Lying naked on top of the covers, she's on her side, head rested on her arm, a few strands of blonde hair across her face.
It's strange how these things turn out.
I do love this girl, but I'm not in love with her. In fact my feelings lie with a girl half way across the world, a girl I've spent many a long hour talking to the girl in my bed about. She knows how I feel, and shes happy for me too. I can see it in her smile and in the way she always wants to know more. I think shes intrigued by the girl whos finally managed to ensnare me, "you need someone wierd like yourself" she told me...
It's strange how these things turn out.
When I was 15 I had a huge, and I mean huge, crush on the girl who is currently in my bed, rolling over and sleepily dragging the sheet out from under herself to cover up and get out of this cold air. It's the kind of air that makes nipples hard and skin stand up in goosebumps. As if cold air was required.
It's strange how these things turn out.
It was the first day of my new job as a burger kid at some fast food place near my house. I was starting on the same day as this other guy, a guy who happened to be freinds with a girl who already worked there. She came in and chatted to us both, she was nice. She was nice to me. How could i not fall in love? This girl was nice to the fat kid with acne, and at that stage in my life that was more than enough.
It's strange how these things turn out.
So of course I never said anything. How could this girl ever like me? Theres that fat kid syndrome again. But we did become best freinds, chatted every shift. One day I got her phone number and, believe it or not, I even called her. I dont really remember it but I imagine it must have been a couragous day for me. So we started talking more, begining to get to know the real us. It was a time of getting to know ourselves as much as the other person. We flirted on the phone a bit, as young people do, and chatted about anything and everything. One day her mum was listening in as we were talking about drugs and I said I could get her some acid if she wanted it. Her parents still hate me to this day. For a while she went out with one of my best freinds. Sure I felt hurt but how could I complain? She didnt even know how I felt.
It's strange how these things turn out.
So, five years and a few relationships later for both of us and here we are. Its been a long long time since I've felt that way. Now I'm sitting in this chair, occaisionally looking over and smiling at the girl who's asleep in my bed and quietly grumbling at some dream phantom or another. Both of us are covered in the others old sweat, its a feeling I rather like. I sit here and smile at pictures of my girl half a world away and know that, while she may be a little jealous, she'd be happy that if I cant have nights like this with her then at least I'm having them with someone I care about. Tomorow the girl will go home and I'll get a message on my phone saying "thanks for a good night cutie" and then in a week or so we'll probably catch up again. Maybe we'll just sit around and watch a movie on TV, maybe we'll go and have a few drinks and catch a band, or maybe it will be another night of soft moans and warms scents filling up this room. I really have no preference for one way over another, they all have their up sides. I just think we've both needed this company lately.
It really is strange how these things turn out.
It's strange how these things turn out.
I do love this girl, but I'm not in love with her. In fact my feelings lie with a girl half way across the world, a girl I've spent many a long hour talking to the girl in my bed about. She knows how I feel, and shes happy for me too. I can see it in her smile and in the way she always wants to know more. I think shes intrigued by the girl whos finally managed to ensnare me, "you need someone wierd like yourself" she told me...
It's strange how these things turn out.
When I was 15 I had a huge, and I mean huge, crush on the girl who is currently in my bed, rolling over and sleepily dragging the sheet out from under herself to cover up and get out of this cold air. It's the kind of air that makes nipples hard and skin stand up in goosebumps. As if cold air was required.
It's strange how these things turn out.
It was the first day of my new job as a burger kid at some fast food place near my house. I was starting on the same day as this other guy, a guy who happened to be freinds with a girl who already worked there. She came in and chatted to us both, she was nice. She was nice to me. How could i not fall in love? This girl was nice to the fat kid with acne, and at that stage in my life that was more than enough.
It's strange how these things turn out.
So of course I never said anything. How could this girl ever like me? Theres that fat kid syndrome again. But we did become best freinds, chatted every shift. One day I got her phone number and, believe it or not, I even called her. I dont really remember it but I imagine it must have been a couragous day for me. So we started talking more, begining to get to know the real us. It was a time of getting to know ourselves as much as the other person. We flirted on the phone a bit, as young people do, and chatted about anything and everything. One day her mum was listening in as we were talking about drugs and I said I could get her some acid if she wanted it. Her parents still hate me to this day. For a while she went out with one of my best freinds. Sure I felt hurt but how could I complain? She didnt even know how I felt.
It's strange how these things turn out.
So, five years and a few relationships later for both of us and here we are. Its been a long long time since I've felt that way. Now I'm sitting in this chair, occaisionally looking over and smiling at the girl who's asleep in my bed and quietly grumbling at some dream phantom or another. Both of us are covered in the others old sweat, its a feeling I rather like. I sit here and smile at pictures of my girl half a world away and know that, while she may be a little jealous, she'd be happy that if I cant have nights like this with her then at least I'm having them with someone I care about. Tomorow the girl will go home and I'll get a message on my phone saying "thanks for a good night cutie" and then in a week or so we'll probably catch up again. Maybe we'll just sit around and watch a movie on TV, maybe we'll go and have a few drinks and catch a band, or maybe it will be another night of soft moans and warms scents filling up this room. I really have no preference for one way over another, they all have their up sides. I just think we've both needed this company lately.
It really is strange how these things turn out.
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