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Doomsday, the day I had personally dreaded and anticipated for an entire week, was here. I sat in my room, staring at my ceiling. I was slowly starting to sweat more and more, as I let myself get more and more worked up about the day. I was panicking intensely at this point…and it was only 8:00 am. Damn it all…I don’t wake up until 12:30! What am I doing up at such an ungodly hour of the day? I didn’t have an answer for myself.
I rolled out of my bed in misery and walked down the hall to the shower. I closed the door behind me as I turned to face the mirror. What I saw there made me freeze in my tracks.
“Ahhhhhaarrrgggg!!!!!!” I ran back to my room, threw on some clothes, and immediately ran straight to Sarah’s house. Once I got there, I desperately banged on the door.
“Sarah!!!!! Sarah!!! SARAH, COME QUICK!!!!!” I turned around and pressed my back to the door, looking around frantically. “SARRRRAAAAH!!!!!!”
Finally the door opened revealing a frazzled looking Sarah. “Freak…what are you doing here at…8:33 in the morning on a Saturday?” She was glaring at me. She was definitely mad at me, even in my time of need.
“Sarraaaah, it is horrible! Extremely 'n arswydus! 'm buchedd ydy ar!(1)” I gasped and pushed my way in her house.
“V, what is it? What is so horrible that it has you speaking Welsh?”
I turned and looked at her. “Sarah, I HAVE A ZIT!” I said as I collapsed to the floor. “I have a zit and Greg is coming over todaaaay!!!!!!”
I was too busy panicking over my horrible zit to notice that she was looking at me with a look of pure disdain. I mean, she wakes up even later than me usually; we’re talking like, between twelve and one in the afternoon.
“Oh my freaking… just style your hair to cover it! Besides you can hardly see it anyway!”
I looked up at her and made a sad face. “Sarah! I have never styled my hair before. I don’t know how!”
Once again I was being looked at like I was pathetic. I was feeling pretty pathetic right now, though, so I didn’t mind.
“Okay…I am going to go get dressed. Then we are going to go buy you another outfit; one that actually looks good. Then we will go get you an amazing haircut that also manages to cover your ‘problem’.”
I stared at her like she was an angel. How come I didn’t think of that? Could it possibly be because I am emotionally freaking out over Greg, and my normal thinking abilities have gone down the drain? I think that could probably be it.
Sarah headed upstairs to get dressed while I pulled myself up from the floor, and smoothed out my apparently unsexy clothes. After a few minutes she came walking back down the stairs with her shoulder bag.
“Come on, drama queen, we have a makeover to do!” She pushed her door open and we headed out.
I just want to tell you that I absolutely hate walking through the shopping areas on a Saturday morning. They are dreadful, and for some reason it is like all the parents got together and said: ‘Hey! Let’s all bring our little kids to the shopping district on Saturday morning to make everyone else’s lives a living hell… because our kids are like four, and SUPER annoying!!! Yay!’ I suppose I should mention that I hate tiny children; you can trip on them.
By the time we had actually picked out the outfit I was going to wear, it was already 10:24 which meant we had been clothes shopping for over an hour. I hate shopping… I really do. Anyway, the outfit I ended up getting was a pair of black guys’ skinny jeans, which I actually enjoyed wearing so I bought another pair as well, and for the shirt, I got something strange (I am not sure how I got into it, but I am never getting out of it) from a store called Hot Topic. It was an extremely cool store. It reminded me of vampires, and I like vampires.
At the hairstylist, I was even more mortified to learn that parents seemed to think that Saturday morning was a brilliant time to bring their kids to get their hair done as well. We ended up waiting for 45 minutes for me to be able to actually get my hair done. Sarah went psycho and got the lady to frost my hair. I have to say, my hair does look infinitely better now, but I mean it was just crazy!
It was now around 11:46 which meant I still had 4 hours, 14 minutes, and 19 seconds left until Greg came over my house. I decided to pass the time by making sure that anything that might peg me as being gay, and scare Greg off, was safely locked in a box under my bed.
I said goodbye to Sarah, and ran off to my house. I ran past all the stupid mob people that were congregating in my living room, and I think I briefly heard them talking about how “they got Timmy.” I didn’t even want to know if I had heard them correctly or not, I just kept going to my room.
Once I got there, I wandered over to my bookcase and started sifting through all of my books, selecting a few that if you actually looked through, you would discover had a homosexual storyline and plot to them. After that I went to my bathroom and removed some of the more ‘feminine’ toiletries. I tossed everything on my bed and looked around again, and then I stuffed it all in a box, pushing it as far under my bed in the secret compartment as I could possibly reach. I also put the box of pictures I was in with Greg – drama club photos – under the bed.
Now that I was done with that, I had nothing to do but wait until Greg showed up. This was actually the worst thing I could possibly think of. It was so antagonizing!
3 hours 36 minutes 57 seconds…
2 hours 19 minutes 23 seconds…
1 hour 58 minutes 45 seconds…
1 hour 9 minutes 12 seconds…
47 minutes 10 seconds…
16 minutes 5 seconds…
It was four o’clock and I was officially hyperventilating. I decided to stand up and go wait in the kitchen so I could get to the door before some mob person answered it thinking it was ‘Max’ with the ‘package’.
Oh god, I can see it now… they pull open the door and think it is Max. Then they find out it isn’t Max, and shoot Greg for being a spy or some s**t like that. I would be devastated if that was to ever happen to him, especially since I am in love with him. I glanced at the clock, saw that it was now 4:03, and I started to panic. What happens if he doesn’t come? What if he is standing me up? WHAT IF HE IS LAUGHING WITH VICTORIA RIGHT NOW?!?!?!!?
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped up and sprinted to the door.
“I GOT IT!!!” I reached the door and caught my breath, straightened out my clothes and hair, and then pulled the door open.
“Greee-…are you Max?” The sketchy dude nodded and pushed past me into the house. I sighed and started to close the door when I noticed another car pull into our driveway. It was definitely Greg’s car. I gasped as he climbed out of the driver’s seat; he was just so freaking hot! I couldn’t even stand it. He looked up and saw me, giving off this smile that made me want to melt into a puddle.
“Hey, Pres! What’s up?”
I stared at his sexiness at a loss of what to say for, I swear, a whole minute.
“Uh…I’m good? I mean…uh it’s good, nothing…um…How are you?”
He watched me as he walked closer and laughed brilliantly. “Nice hair! It looks amazing on you! I’m good; so pumped for this movie night!” He grinned and shifted his bag further up his shoulder.
I ended up blushing at the comment he gave, nodded briefly, and then I turned and headed to my room with him trailing me.
Once we were there, I awkwardly stood around and he moved into the room, not looking uncomfortable like me.
“Um…I got an airbed for you. I don’t normally ever have sleepovers…so…well, not with guys.” I mumbled, and blinked at what I said.
Oh god, I might as well have just told him that I’m gay. I have sleepovers with girls? What the hell! How many sleepovers do guys have with girls… oh wait… now he’ll just think I’m a pig who has girls come over all the time.
“You have sleepovers with girls? Niceeee.” He grinned and threw his bag in the corner before grabbing the chair he sat in last time he was over.
“So Pres, what movie are we going to watch first?” He grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back.
I pulled out the drawers of DVDs from under my bed and let him sift through it.
"How many do you think we can watch before we fall asleep?”
I looked at him and shrugged. I wasn’t sure. If we went to bed around one or two, and it was four now, then we could watch about five two-hour movies; even more if they were shorter than that.
“I dunno… depending on how late we stay up, approximately five two-hour movies.”
He looked at me funny. “You figure that out in your head?”
Well of course I did, who can’t do that? Then I realized that he was referring to how quickly I had figured it out.
“Well…yeah.”
He nodded and picked out some movies to watch. Slumdog Millionaire*, 21, The Dark Knight, James Bond: Quantum of Solace, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. I smiled at the last one; it was a personal favorite of mine. I grabbed the first DVD and put it into my DVD player turning on my TV. I got up and grabbed the bag of food from the corner of my room and tossed it at him.
“Food!” He grinned, grabbed some of the chips, and started to munch on them.
I went and turned off the lights, then flopped on my bed. He wheeled the chair over and sat next to me in his chair. How funny that I just let him possess my chair like that in my mind. I guess he has taken that too…
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Oh my god I can't believe it, Greg is sitting next to me. He’s practically on my bed! Oh god, how I wish he was actually on the bed... leaning over me, slowly brushing his hand through my hair and leaning closer to me as he gently presses his lips to mine... s**t.
"I have to go to the bathroom!!!!!" I practically screamed at him, as I jumped out of my bed.
I literally ran to the bathroom down the hall. I slammed the door and took a deep breath. I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face.
“Okaaay, think about something gross. The gym teacher." I shivered at the thought, but my mind drifted back to Greg in my room and all the amazing things I bet he could do. I realized that my hand had wandered down to the waistband of my pants.
"The gym teacher in short shorts!!!!" I forced the thought into my mind as I moved my hand away to clutch at the edges of the sink. I was brutally forcing myself to think of my gym teacher in short shorts.
“Oh god, mental image!” I sighed again and glanced down glad to see the big issue was gone, before shaking my head and going back to my room. Greg was still watching the movie, practically sitting on my bed, looking like nothing had happened, which I guess it really hadn’t for him.
I was lying tensely on my bed throughout the entire movie and then half of the next one, which is when my life got even worse.
“Hey Pres, can I sit on the bed with you? This chair is getting damn uncomfortable.”
My eyes widened and I looked at him before slowly nodding my consent. He sighed happily and jumped over to my bed. He laid down right next to me, his shoulder pressing against mine.
Oh god, I was starting to sweat!
“Ah, your bed is awesomely comfortable!!”
I gulped and my gaze shifted to him. I officially will not be watching any more of these movies tonight. He continued watching the movie, not even noticing my discomfort. I continued to stare at him as amazingly detailed graphic scenes were passing through my mind. I found myself having to suppress the urge to moan and pull him into a passionate kiss. That would have ended incredibly badly; I had to keep reminding myself that it would so I would keep my hands (and lips) to myself.
We were on the fourth DVD when I wandered off to get into my new ‘sexy’ pajamas, and to get more sodas for us.
When I got back to my room, Greg had changed into his pajamas. At this point in my life, I could say I would definitely die happy. Greg apparently only sleeps in pajama bottoms. That means he doesn’t wear a shirt, and he obviously feels comfortable enough with me to wear his usual attire!
I stood there for a few seconds, staring at his amazingly perfect chest with nothing but a burning desire to crawl on top of him and run my hands along every single chiseled muscle of his torso. Except I couldn’t do that, I would probably be punched if I did. So I just shook my head, passed him a soda, and flopped back on the bed next to him.
I was getting tired, because I didn’t normally stay up this late. It was really getting hard to concentrate on either the movie or even the god sitting next to me.
Greg was the one to stand up and put in the last DVD because I was practically asleep on my bed beside him. He came back and sat down next to me, looking at me.
“You can go to sleep if you want to, Pres. You don’t gotta stay awake for me.” He smiled, and I nodded closing my eyes briefly.
I felt Greg start to get off the bed and I grunted. “You can stay…if you want…on the bed, I mean…” I mumbled drearily, not completely realizing what I was saying. Obviously I wasn’t in my right mind because if I was, I would never say that…ever!
“If you want, I mean…you can sleep in the bed since the airbed isn’t pumped up…and…my bed is comfy.” I was already practically asleep, but I felt him sit back down on the bed and get comfortable.
I smiled and pulled the blankets over me. “Hmm…night…”
“Yeah…night, Pres. I’ll see you in the morning.” I thought I heard something odd in his voice. Something was off, he sounded almost unsure about something. However, I was too tired to really give it thought at that point.
A/N: So Ritnou would love to apologize for the lateness of this update since she am only just finishing it at 10:04 Friday night the 27 of March which means Ritnou had about 2 hours to get it to Mak before Mak started to stalk her to update. Anyways here are some notes
(1) This is Horrible! My life is over!!!!
* I know Slumdog Millionaire doesn’t come out till Tuesday but my timeline is not really on with the real one is it? Anyways my sis works at blockbuster so she got to preview it as an employ so when I wrote that part I forgot it wasn’t out yet razz
E/N: Haha… Editor’s note. I love it. Anyway, I would just like to say that it’s a good thing Ritnou got it to me when she did. I had already contacted Tabitha (Preston’s “mom”) and some of her friends and we were already figuring out where Ritnou lived to come and threaten her with her life… or to chain her to her computer until she finished.
Ritnou · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 10:08pm · 0 Comments |
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