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In all seriousness, our relationship wasn’t that bad. I’m not saying that we aren’t sarcastic and standoffish… After about an hour-long drive, we finally got back home. The trees were covered in leaves, the grass slightly long. When you’re around a nice neighborhood like mine all the time when you’re little, you don’t appreciate the beauty of it. Even though we talked everyday, I yearned to hold her, to feel her soft body against mine, to stare into her loving brown eyes. I missed the way she laughed, the way she smelled, the way she tied me up and gave me a foot job. That’s why I spent 2 months driving around with the following CDs – a Metallica bootleg you couldn’t even understand due to shitty quality, Oasis, Presidents of the United States of America, and two Tantric albums. I had selected some Metallica and Avril Lavigne CDs for the ride.
She wasn’t going home until the next day, due to her exam schedule. All I really had left at school was my guitar, computer, and some clothes, and a shit load of posters. =] I can understand her hesitation, being Larisa hadn’t met her, my dad, or my sister yet, but come on. After a nice long hug we let go and walked to go get her luggage, hand in hand. “You know, I used to be afraid of flying.” “Really? Of course there were no colored folk pushing a group of carts for wheeling the luggage around. It will really help to explain the events and characters. I didn’t know what’s more stressful in college, final exams or packing all of your shit up to move out… At least it was fun to watch him try to fling it over his shoulder and lose his balance. Even with all the twist ties and careful grouping and placement, they somehow got tangled over the last five months. So what else is there to do when you’re pissed off, besides have a nice drink? And it was a pretty kick ass story if I do say so myself. “So, how was your flight,” I asked as we waited for her luggage to appear at baggage claim. It sucks when you’re not flying with a friend.” I assumed she was referring to the flight she took here with her friend Michelle over a year ago. ” I asked as I held her from behind, my arms wrapped around her waist. They showed 10 Things I Hate About You.” “Hahahahaha. I rested my chin on her shoulders and tightened my arms around her waist to comfort her from the pain of the in-flight movie. ” my mom asked me as she drove under the speed limit in the far right lane. “That was sweet of you, and so logical,” she laughed as she squeezed my hand and nudged her shoulder against mine.
But I also have dreams that you stop hogging the covers.” “That’s not even a dream-dream.