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Authors: Michelle Horst
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a very long time what to do. I didn’t come here to have someone decide my comings and goings for me.
I can’t even bring myself to smile as they walk away. I’m upset for various reasons. One, making a total arse of myself and leeching onto him. Two, him assuming I’ll go to any place she’ll be. And three, because I like him too much, so soon.
It’s just not right. All of this is just not right. I should pack up and go.
“ Pharmacy,” he says, as if nothing just happened.
I’m too brassed off to care, and grab what I need in front of him. I shop fast. Not because of what happened, but because that’s how I always do it. It’s never been one of my favorite things to do, and again, my mother has a lot to do with that. It’s not nice, shopping with a person who chooses everything for you.
Half way through the grocer, Aid en steps in front of me. Standing in the middle of an aisle, he takes hold of my shoulders. I glance up, waiting.
“Out with it,” he says.
I’m not having the conversation about his mates in the middle of a shop. “Out with what?”
“I have never in my life met a woman who goes through a store as fast as you do. You barely register what’s on the shelves,” he says, and then he leans down, “so out with it.”
“I just don’t like shopping.” At least I can answer this one honestly.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, fancy that , a girl that doesn’t like shopping. Let’s get this over with, shall we.” I step past him before he can ask another question.
~*~
Back at the flat, I still feel a bit tense. I try to avoid any eye contact, because I’m a fast learner. Aiden is good at reading my eyes.
I manage to hide in my room for three miserable hours. In those hours , I don’t dream my American dream. I drive myself bonkers thinking about a documentary I once watched on possums. Some possums eat for like eight or ten months, and then they shag themselves to death. Some sex frenzy. I feel like those possums right now. I want to go on a binging spree and stuff my face with ice cream and chocolate, otherwise I’m going to end up throwing myself at Aiden, again. And I don’t want to end up belly-up like the possums. Oh bloody hell, I’m not even making sense to myself any more.
I’m just so frustrated. I want to be out there with him right now , and not in here all alone. I’m just tired of being alone … and a virgin. I decide to write Chloe a quick email, it might make me feel better.
Chloe,
It’s safe to say I officially suck at losing my virginity. I failed a third time. I must be the only girl who can’t lose her virginity on two different continents. I should maybe do a trip around the world.
Yo u wanted details. Aiden, my flatmate, is a Greek God. He’s bloody perfect. His whole right side and arm are covered in ink. I could sit and stare at him the whole day.
I want to touch him. I like touching him. I love it when he touches me. I’ve never felt something like that before. I don’ t feel sick. For some reason he makes me feel safe, and I know it’s completely nutters of me. I only met him yesterday.
Tell me what to do.
I wish you were here.
Sunshine ;)
There are three soft raps on my door. I quickly press send, and almost fall off the bed to go and open it.
“Er …yes?” I clear my throat so I can resemble some form of composure (and not the rampant mess I am on the inside).
He’s dressed casually. Slacks and a sweater, with some emblem on. The bloke really looks good in anything, but best in nothing. My neck and cheeks warm at the direction in which my thoughts are heading.
“I just wanted to know if you h ave plans for tonight?” So he’s not assuming I’ll go with. Suddenly I feel rotten. “I have this thing I have to go to, and you’re welcome to come along, get out.”
He’s not making it sound like a date either.
So, Katia or here, alone. Aiden or here, alone.
“Sure, what should I wear?” I hear myself asking. Huh? I haven’t
I can’t even bring myself to smile as they walk away. I’m upset for various reasons. One, making a total arse of myself and leeching onto him. Two, him assuming I’ll go to any place she’ll be. And three, because I like him too much, so soon.
It’s just not right. All of this is just not right. I should pack up and go.
“ Pharmacy,” he says, as if nothing just happened.
I’m too brassed off to care, and grab what I need in front of him. I shop fast. Not because of what happened, but because that’s how I always do it. It’s never been one of my favorite things to do, and again, my mother has a lot to do with that. It’s not nice, shopping with a person who chooses everything for you.
Half way through the grocer, Aid en steps in front of me. Standing in the middle of an aisle, he takes hold of my shoulders. I glance up, waiting.
“Out with it,” he says.
I’m not having the conversation about his mates in the middle of a shop. “Out with what?”
“I have never in my life met a woman who goes through a store as fast as you do. You barely register what’s on the shelves,” he says, and then he leans down, “so out with it.”
“I just don’t like shopping.” At least I can answer this one honestly.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, fancy that , a girl that doesn’t like shopping. Let’s get this over with, shall we.” I step past him before he can ask another question.
~*~
Back at the flat, I still feel a bit tense. I try to avoid any eye contact, because I’m a fast learner. Aiden is good at reading my eyes.
I manage to hide in my room for three miserable hours. In those hours , I don’t dream my American dream. I drive myself bonkers thinking about a documentary I once watched on possums. Some possums eat for like eight or ten months, and then they shag themselves to death. Some sex frenzy. I feel like those possums right now. I want to go on a binging spree and stuff my face with ice cream and chocolate, otherwise I’m going to end up throwing myself at Aiden, again. And I don’t want to end up belly-up like the possums. Oh bloody hell, I’m not even making sense to myself any more.
I’m just so frustrated. I want to be out there with him right now , and not in here all alone. I’m just tired of being alone … and a virgin. I decide to write Chloe a quick email, it might make me feel better.
Chloe,
It’s safe to say I officially suck at losing my virginity. I failed a third time. I must be the only girl who can’t lose her virginity on two different continents. I should maybe do a trip around the world.
Yo u wanted details. Aiden, my flatmate, is a Greek God. He’s bloody perfect. His whole right side and arm are covered in ink. I could sit and stare at him the whole day.
I want to touch him. I like touching him. I love it when he touches me. I’ve never felt something like that before. I don’ t feel sick. For some reason he makes me feel safe, and I know it’s completely nutters of me. I only met him yesterday.
Tell me what to do.
I wish you were here.
Sunshine ;)
There are three soft raps on my door. I quickly press send, and almost fall off the bed to go and open it.
“Er …yes?” I clear my throat so I can resemble some form of composure (and not the rampant mess I am on the inside).
He’s dressed casually. Slacks and a sweater, with some emblem on. The bloke really looks good in anything, but best in nothing. My neck and cheeks warm at the direction in which my thoughts are heading.
“I just wanted to know if you h ave plans for tonight?” So he’s not assuming I’ll go with. Suddenly I feel rotten. “I have this thing I have to go to, and you’re welcome to come along, get out.”
He’s not making it sound like a date either.
So, Katia or here, alone. Aiden or here, alone.
“Sure, what should I wear?” I hear myself asking. Huh? I haven’t
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