He pulled me into his arms, so tight that there was no space left between us. His arms were cold against my skin; his touch sent goose bumps down my arms. And he just held me. What. Is. Happening?!?!He slowly brought his face closer to mine—he was an inch away from my face, creeping closer, when he pulled away.

“Uh…are you hungry?”
“Uh…um…yeah.” Was all I could stutter out. I was completely and utterly dumfounded. Did he almost just kiss me?!?!
“Do you want to go get something to eat?”
“Yeah. That would be nice.” All I could do was smile.

To be honest: I’m glad he didn’t kiss me. I’m too much of a burden to care about; I’m just far too hard to care about. I can’t let myself start liking him…I can’t let myself give in to the feelings. I will just fuck his life up, or let him down…

“Let me get dressed, then we’ll go.”
“Okay. Sounds like a plan.” I just smiled a fake smile and crawled out of the bed. I have to hide the pain; I have to hide the feelings.

As he rolled out of bed and stood up, I noticed he only had black pajama pants on that hung loosely on his hips. Dammmnn. Mmmm. I bit my lip at the sight. No. No Crystal, stop it. I stood up, pulling my shirt down a bit before making my way down to the living room. I made my way down the creaky stairs, and over to the couch, plopping down.

“Hey sexy.” Ashley sat down beside me, putting his hand on my thigh.
“Ayyee.” I responded
“When did you get here?”
“About 15 minutes ago.”
“Oh, awesome. Well I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to go to bed. Come cuddle with me?”
“Andy and I are going to go get some breakfast. When I come back, I will though.” I smiled shyly at him.
“Use protection…” He stood up, walking to the stairs.
“For what? My hash browns? What are we going to do, have sex in a restaurant booth?”
“I have before…” He smirked down at me.
“I should’ve guessed.” I said, laughing.

He retreated up the stairs and to his room. I heard his door shut, and I sank into the couch. I glanced up after a few seconds and saw Andy walking down the stairs. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a W.A.S.P band shirt, and a black jacket with gray fur lining the hood. He zipped his jacket up as he gracefully descended down the stairs.

“You ready?” He asked me when he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes indeed.”
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We decided to eat at a little restaurant named, Jodie’s. “So what’s your life story?” Andy finally broke the silence.
“Well…I’m 17. I got emancipated last year after realizing I was ready to be on my own; living my own life. My parents moved into Warrensburg eight months ago, leaving me the house I live in. I quit my job at Hottopic two weeks ago, and the day we first met was my last day there. I quit because I’ve finally saved up enough money to live off of for three years-- my goal is to travel the country. Before I worked at Hottopic I worked in a strip joint near the mall. I’m 5ft. 3 inches, my boobs are real and double D’s, my favorite color is cobalt blue, and I love drawing. I also love painting, writing stories, fixing my car up, playing video games, shooting guns, dancing, and Batman. Most of all though, I love music.” By the time I had finished I was almost out of breath.All he could do was laugh at my response.

We ate our meals, laughing and talking away. It was nice—nice to be in his presence. It was nice to be sitting across the table from him, taking in his features; the way his cheeks moved when he would talk. The way his eyes shined when he would smile. All the little things I noticed made me fall even deeper into the feelings I was trying so desperately to pull myself out of.

The waitress brought the bill—I tried to pay, but like last time, he wouldn’t let me. While he was paying I walked out and to his car. I couldn’t help but wonder where life was going to take me from here…

I snuggled into my hoodie, the cold wind blowing by causing me to shiver. I leaned up against the passenger side door, awaiting the handsome man that had accompanied me.

“Are you shivering?” Startled, I looked up to see Andy a few feet away from me.
“No…not at all.” I grinned, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

I think he noticed; he walked over to me pulling me into his arms. Wow…he’s really fucking warm—this feels sooo nice.

“Better?” He peered down at me, smiling.

I nodded, snuggling into his chest. We stood there for a few minutes, just looking into each other’s eyes. Is he falling for me? He can’t be…we haven’t known each other that long.

We decided to go back to Ashley’s house after stopping at a little coffee shop for hot lattes. The warm liquid burned going down my throat, but it felt so good when it reached my tummy, warming my whole body up. The radio was playing low in the background, Andy was focused on driving, and me; I was staring at his perfect jaw line.
______________________________________ We scurried into the house to avoid being in the cold any longer than needed. I was on Andy’s heels heading up to his room. I walked in, quietly closing the door behind me. I took my hoodie off, throwing it on the floor by the bed. He took his jacket off and hung it up in the closet. He kicked his shoes off and jumped onto the bed, lying on his back with his arms behind his head.

My phone buzzed in my pocket: I pulled it out to see a text from Nickolas.
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Nickolas:
Hey baby. Meet me at my place, 8:00?
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Well shit. What do I fucking respond? I’m not going to ditch Andy…

I think it’s pretty clear that I needed to make some much needed life decisions. Instead of doing so, I decided to forget about everything and cuddle into bed with Andy. He was now zoned out watching, The Dark Night.

I hated to bring the dreaded question up, but it had to be done.

“Hey Andy.” He looked at me. “Am I staying the night here?”
“Do you want to?”

I just nodded my head and smiled. After all--it’s better than staying at my house, all alone. Or at some random drug dealer, who I just met last night’s, apartment. Does this mean I made my life decision?

He smiled back at me then continued to watch his movie.

“Can I take a shower? I feel like I smell utterly gross.”
“Can I join you?” A smirk spread across his face once. I stuck my tongue out at him, and playfully pushed him.
“I’ll be out in like 20 minutes.”

I walked into the bathroom that was connected to his room, stripping off my clothes. I got into the walk-in shower and turned on the water. The warm water fell around my body, making me shiver away the feeling of the cold. I leaned my head back, letting the water fall on my chest and drizzle down. The water felt so wonderful. I just stood there and let it swarm around my body. I turned around and let the water soak my long hair. A squirt of shampoo in my hand, and I was lathering it onto my head. It formed a lot of funny feeling suds, and I rinsed it away. I ran the conditioner through my hair and let it sit while I washed the rest of my body with Andy’s body wash. I finally rinsed the conditioner off and I turned the shower off.

I stepped out onto the rug and looked around for a towel. Shit. Where does he keep the towels in here? I walked over to the cabinet: nothing. Looked under the sink: nothing.

“Fuck. Where are the towels in this place.” I murmured to myself. “Hey Andy,” I yelled.
“Yeah.” He replied.
“Uh, where do you keep the towels?”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he burst through the door. I quickly covered my breasts with my hands, and crossed my legs, trying to hide my womanhood. His eyes finally made contact with my dripping wet, naked body.

“Thanks for knocking, bro.” You could hear the sarcasm dripping from my words. “Could you find me a towel please.” I stood, awkwardly trying to cover myself, dripping wet, while he brushed past me.
“Uh…ye…yeah…I can.” He rushed around searching through all the cabinets, trying to find a towel. “I cant find any. Here just put this on.” He stripped off the fresh, gray t-shirt he had put on, and threw it at me.

I instinctively released the grip I had on my breasts so I could catch the flying shirt. Andy’s eyes widened, and I quickly put the t-shirt on. He turned and walked back into his room, closing the bathroom door behind him, smiling wildly.

“Well that was fucking magical” I mumbled to myself.

I walked out and grabbed my bag, then walked back into the bathroom to change. Since the events of last night, I decided it was best to keep a change of clothes in my bag.
I went to close the door, but he stopped it, pushing it open again. His body brushed up against mine as he squeezed his way through the doorway. He pushed me up against the sink cabinet-- his hands were on my waist, pulling me close to him. He stood there starring down at me, biting his lip. His blue eyes had turned a dark grey, and I could feel the warmth emanating from his body, through the shirt. He ran his hand up my body, resting it half on the crook of my neck, his fingers and thumb on my cheek. The tension between us was growing, I was dying for him to make a move, but he just stood there with his body pushed up against mine. Before I could fully enjoy the moment he backed up and disappeared into his room again.

I finally closed the door and pulled on a pair of boy short underwear I had brought. I figured the shirt covered enough, since he had just seen me fucking naked.

“What the fuck was that!?! Way to leave a girl hangin’, Andy…” I mumbled.

I emerged back into the bedroom, wondering what would occur. Andy was sprawled out across his huge bed watching a batman cartoon on TV. He looked adorable; like he was in complete peace. How did the guy that just pushed me up against a cabinet with such lust in his eyes, turn into this? I jumped onto the big bed, crossing my legs and bringing a pillow onto my lap. He looked over at me, still smiling.

I remembered I had told Ashley I would cuddle with him, so I left Andy to watch his TV show and found my way to Ashley’s room. I bet Ashley won’t leave me hanging. Hahahahaha. I knocked on the door, but didn’t hear anyone respond. I opened the door a crack to make sure I wasn’t intruded, and saw Ashley asleep in the huge, King size bed. Do I just go crawl in to bed with him? Well, since I’m not shy anymore, and all fucks are gone…that sounds like the best way.

I quietly tip-toed over to the bed. Pulling the covers up I crawled into the warm bed and laid down next to Ashley. He instinctively rolled over and pulled me into his arms. I glanced down and noticed he was only wearing boxers. Nice…

It felt slightly awkward to be cuddling with him, not the nice feeling I got when I cuddled with Andy, or Nickolas. What if Andy comes in? What if he thinks I like him? What if Ashley tries to have sex with me? I mean, he’s not even awake, why should I stay here and cuddle with him.

“Hey sexy.” A low, sleepy voice said. Fuck.
“Hey Ash.” I quietly responded.

He pulled me closer to him, and I felt something growing against my leg. Oh gosh…With that, I knew it was time for me to retreat, before things got out of hand.

I wiggled out of his half-awake grip, before dashing out the door. Waiting for him to call after me, but he didn’t. I figured he had fallen back asleep. Thank gosh!

I strutted to Andy’s room, knocking on the door before I entered.

“Andy? Can I come in?” I asked through the door.

I didn’t hear an answer, just the door opening. I walked inside and noticed he was only wearing a pair of boxers. I looked up at him and he wasn’t smiling, not even the fake smile was visible--his face looked sad and lifeless. Something inside of me ignited and I wanted so badly to just hug all his pain away.

Notes

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