Danny
Trish told me she was getting involved with the school newletter’s Sports column and she got very busy with all the interviews and typing and stuff. We went out a lot less often, probably once or twice a week.
I tried to make full use of the short time we had together of course. We would go to the beach, swim and then watch the sunset together or we would just go to each other’s houses and spend the day talking, listening to music or watching videos. It might seem like the most mundane activity but every single second I spend with her, I was in bliss.
Like yesterday for example, I went to her house and we were supposed to get our Literature essay done. I sat on her bed and threw my Nike bag onto the floor. Trish was in the kitchen, getting sodas and Oreo cookies.
She came up and asked me to open the door for her. She came in and put it on her study table. I took a glass of soda and grabbed a couple of cookies. "Don’t dirty my bed… I just changed the sheets yesterday." She reminded me. I nodded and motioned for her to come over. I placed the soda and cookies on the floor. When she came over, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed with me. She was on top of me and we were both breathing heavily from the violent exchange (hehe).
I closed me eyes and kissed her on the lips. It was a long, sensual kiss and it felt good to be close to her. She started kissing me on my neck and nibbling my ear and the whole thing was beginning to get really intimate when bang! Jolene entered the room so suddenly.
Trish and I both sat up immediately, startled. She glanced at her sister angrily and chided, "You are supposed to knock before you enter, Jo!" I was so embarrassed I could feel my face burning. Jolene let out a soft oops and hurriedly explained that she was in a hurry and she needed a clean pair of socks.
Trish pointed at a laundry basket at the right corner of her room and said, "Take and go away."
You can be sure she was out in no time and Trish whispered in my ear, "Oh Danny…" I pulled her close again and we started to make out. (No, we weren’t having sex, you perverts!)
My pager started beeping about fifteen minutes later. I moved to the left side of the bed and reached onto the floor for my pager. Trish was still on me and she was playing with my hair. It was Brian. He wanted to know if I had time for a b-ball game later that day. Trish got off me and passed the phone, "Call whoever it is." I dialled Brian’s number and told him I was at Trish’s house and I wanted to spend more time with her. He sounded a little disappointed but heck, there’s nothing he can do about it anyway!
Trish glanced at the clock in her room. "It’s already one p.m., we better get started on that darn essay." I sighed. Picking my bag up from the floor, I took out my foolscap pad and my pencil case. We started discussing whether Macbeth or Banquo would make a better king and before I know it, it was already five! I had gotten my essay almost done and Trish had completed hers. My stomach was rumbling and I wanted to go for dinner but Trish said her parent’s were bringing them out later so I finished off the last bit of the Lit essay with Trish’s help and packed my bags and went home.
I was glad that I managed to grab hold of Trish, it’s hard to get her nowadays! Quality time is what we’re dealing with here.
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