My Best Friend
She has pretty eyes and laughs at me when I feel nervous about the deep end of the pool. It's not that she can swim and I can, because, in reality, I can swim and she can't. Really, it's because her pool goes to five feet (which is more like 5'6" when it rains) and I don't like swimming while she's doing aqua aerobics.
My arm fits around her waist perfectly, even though she dwarfs me in a Katie Holmes- Tom Cruise way. People think we look cute together, then we have fun telling them that I'm really her brother - a bastard that's the result of her navy father's port hopping. They look skeptical and quietly ashamed. It's never really funny, but we laugh for 20 minutes anyway. When her heart hurts, I drive alllllll the way from my house through rush hour traffic just to watch t.v. while she falls asleep two speeding tickets and five bouts of road rage later.
Her mom looks at me like I'm perpetually looking to get laid.
She laughs at my worst jokes to spare me social anxiety and tells me that I'm really not as bad as everyone thinks I am.
I hurt when she does. I don't know what I'll do without her. I can't help her. I've never felt so weak.
She's sweet and submissive. A virgin, she innocently suggests some of the dirtiest things she can think of to entice me. She reminds me of a tween sometimes, how a little pressure and I can get her to do anything I want her to.
Some days, I pity her. Some days, I don't want her to touch me. Some days, I can't stand her.
I'm planning on bruising her and making her think I'm a monster. I purposely leave marks on her skin. We went rollerblading on the beach and I bought her a virgin drink when she wanted an alcoholic one. I think she looks sloppy when she's drunk. It's embarassing. My friends are interested in her bukkake style, but the idea grosses me out.
She's really good at massaging my back after I've been training.
Her mom looks at me hopefully, like you'd look at a cheeseburger after days of starvation or as though I have a diamond ring on layaway in France. She wants to marry me, get knocked up, be taken care of.
She's vulnerable. I thrive on both tormenting her and protecting her.
I enjoy how she adores me. Our relationship is sick and useful. I'm excited to see her, but half of the excitement is that I get to act like I'm not excited which bothers her.
I think her sister is looking to fuck me.
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