I smiled up at Jake. He was dozing sitting up, leaned against the headboard of my bed. His arms were wrapped around me loosely in a sleepy embrace, his skin was warm on mine, and couldn’t help but ask myself why I wasn’t falling asleep too.
Two words: Andy Sixx. I had been thinking of him for the past three days. I hadn’t even told Gina about my screwed up childhood and yet I had blabbed it to him like an idiot. To be fair I hadn’t told Gina a lot of personal things about me. She was my best friend in LA, but she was incredibly shallow and didn’t care about much else but herself. And I definitely hadn’t had that talk with Jake yet. Maybe that was the root of why I felt guilty. I had told his d bag of a best friend, but not him.
Or maybe it was the way I melted into Andy’s arms when he hugged me that night and shivered when he whispered that uptight works on me that was bothering me so much. Regardless, Andy was taking center stage of my thoughts when Jake should have been, he was perfect and sweet and understanding and completely amazing at everything. He had not said one thing to anger me and didn’t frustrate me to the point of mood eating. Being with Jake was simple and easy. I just made sense. He was thoughtful and caring. Honest and funny. He didn’t think I was freak when he found out I had diabetes and he always made me feel better after Andy did something to make me mad. He was also an amazing kisser.
And maybe it was a bit too soon to be sleeping with him, but he made me glad we did both times. It didn’t feel like just sex with him, he was so sweet to me and made sure that I was okay. He made recite that I was of sound mind and body before taking it further than kissing both times. Naturally he assumed I was a virgin because of how I acted, but it almost seemed like he was relieved when he realized I wasn’t.
Andy on the other hand, was a completely different story. He had done nothing but drive me insane from the moment we met with his pig-like innuendos. He seemed like such a, for lack of a better word, douche bag. He was always saying the wrong thing and acting like an immature jerk that had never grown up. Not to mention he wouldn’t let Jake and me be. And the stunt he pulled the first night we were in Vegas was obviously a dig at me. That stripper girl looked a lot like me from what I could tell by the pictures on twitter. It seemed like he obviously had some weird borderline obsession with me.
Or maybe my tired mind is flattering itself.
Eventually, my mental Jake vs. Andy was interrupted by sweet sleep.