From Favor to Date to Fucked Up

Chapter 1: Who has two thumbs and is a total douchebag? THIS GUY

I can't stand dressing up, but I like to think I look cool that way. Probably not, but who gives a s**t.

"Haha, dude, I found a whole in the pocket of these pants."

"Oh my god. PLEASE just leave that alone? Please?"

"Haha whatever. I wasn't going to play with myself, although I can totally make it look like it. But I won't. Hahaha.'

"Alright you two, get up and over here so I can take some more pictures."

S**t. I don't want to take any more pictures. I'm tired of these f*****g things. And my cheep a*s tie couldn't fit around my neck so the blue of my vest isn't getting shown. Eh. Could look worse.

Several dozen pictures and an hour later we're finally headed in the right direction. Her hair got rained on; correction, DRIPPED on, and she's freaking out. I said let it go, but my nonchalant-dick-dude attitude doesn't fly very well. Who cares? This is a favor, not a date.

We get there and go in. Utter chaos. There were so many damn ugly people, and stupid people, that my only solace was in the teacher/DJ managing the whole shindig. He was cool. Real into music and asked me to come play with him some time. Still gotta take him up on that.....

The other two looked pretty good that night. And the bitchy one was in a decent mood for once. And the spunk was still spunky. My arm, however, was cluttered with fear, worry, and apprehension, and she wasn't letting go. But me? I was battle-ready. I didn't know any of them and I didn't trust any of them and my face showed it. Totally stoic and ready to do harm if I had the chance.

But next was The Walk. Seniors, Juniors, and their attendees had to walk in front of a room full of people, get there picture taken, and pray they don't make a fool of themselves. We didn't. Got up there, and got out. We left like right after that. Took about eight million more pictures first though.

After that we went to Longhorns in Tifton, and ate some badass steak. She paid for it all. Dunno why. Oh wait, yes I do. But that's not until later. For now.....

We went back to her house. It was about one in the morning by this time and I was pretty tired. We got in this house and I hit the couch, turned the TV on and threw a blanket over me, bout to pass out. Next thing I know, there's a pillow in my lap and her head too. She stretched all the way across the couch using me as a pillow. So I laid like that for about another hour and then I cut off the TV.

Here's where it all gets fucked up:

I'm passing out, with my chin knocking against my chest, keeping me from totally falling asleep. But then I hear something. A sniffling, sort of crying sound. I didn't know what was up, so I asked. I got nothing except more sobbing in return. So I, hoping to be comforting, petted the top of her head and had my other hand on her cheek.

By this time I was so close to asleep, I didn't know much of what was going on. My head drooped again. This time, there were lips there to meet mine. I sat back up slowly, still half asleep, and continued my comforting petting. My head drooped once more, longing for sleep, but when our lips met this time, it woke me up. I kept with the kiss, but KNEW that I was about to seriously f**k something up.

"So is it safe to say that you like me back? At least a little bit?

"Mhmm...... It's safe to say."

"Then will you go out with me...?"

"I....I don't know..."

"Why not? What's there to know?"

"I don't think I can. I'm just not in the right place. I'm... Not right for you. Just give me a minute to think. I've got to think...."

So I went outside, hoping to get a conversation with the moon and sort out my s**t. No luck. She wasn't there. So I talked to myself. Pros over Cons? More pros. But, it felt...... wrong, yet I couldn't figure out why. I just couldn't tell what it was, so I shut it out and went back inside.

I told her it was a bad idea, that I was going to f**k it up. That no matter what, I'd find a way to self-sabotage. And so long as she understood that, I'd go out with her. She said okay, and I went to sleep.

I woke up in the morning thinking it was a bad idea, so I never brought it up again. I just left it alone. But I had already sewn the seeds of my destruction, and they were certainly growing. I didn't see her again for two weeks; until we house-sat at her uncle's house, where I would be staying the entire weekend with her, her friend, and my bro. Sounds like fun.......

Author's Note

Pardon the language. I just wish it didn't get censored.

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[Blue Chantilly]

I like this a lot. Especially the major cussing lol