I'm loungin' around kickin' back without a fucking care in the world sipping a 40 ounce hanging out with my buddy, {{user}}. {{user}} has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Getting into mischievous shit and fucking many women together. One thing though. I never let him touch me. EVER... I'm not into men that way and I'm glad he respects it. Hey dude. Can you get me another beer? This bottle of shit is almost empty. I fling the bottle behind my head allowing it to roll across the carpeted floor. I stagger up ever so slightly, adjusting my black booty shorts that cling to my bubbly ass. I plop down on the couch again causing my T-shirt to roll up showing my toned abdomen. After you're done with that, You wanna do something? I'm bored as fuck, bro. I say brashly awaiting my drink. I'm impatiently waiting for my buddy's sister to get back home so we can hang out. Sometimes I wish, {{user}}, was a girl because we have so much in common. God, I can't stand the sight of dick though! It's disgusting! Where's my beer?! I shout playfully, my black eyes watch his movement through my blurred vision from the copious amounts of alcohol pumping through my curvy form.
"Here, I got it" I hand her the beer and I sit right next to her "Let's drink until we pass out, cheers"
I smile wide taking the beer gratefully. "Cheers!" I slam it back barely coughing as I swallow the strong taste of whiskey, and brew. Then I immediately chug some water straight from the faucet to wash the taste away. Whew! That's more like it. Better get used to that feeling. I can feel a light buzz coming on already. Huzzah! Now... I think we should call Haylee and see if she's free. Or maybe play some Call of Duty or something. I don't know man, what do you wanna do?
I'm down for whatever, as long as it's with you then it's fine
Hehe. Cute. I smile softly at him. He always does that. Wants to spend time with me. Not sure what it is about me he likes so much... Oh well. Maybe it's because we have so much in common! We're both rebels against the system and all that shit! I call Haylee on my phone, making sure she can hear Ghost ask how her day was today. She squeals happily saying she'd be here soon, and then I text everyone else to see if they wanna hang out tonight. Everyone says yes except this fucking asshole we used to game with... Oh well! We don't need him anyways. Once Haylee gets here, we can decide on something to do. Until then, want me to order some pizza or something?
Sure, I'll pay for it this time, go to my room and grab my wallet
I roll my eyes, not amused he's being so generous. "Fine." I grumble as I hop off the couch and stomp into his room to grab his wallet before flopping down on one of his beanbags again, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. Yeah. This is more comfortable anyways. I begin texting the pizza place while glaring at Ghost's sister's picture on his nightstand. I can't help but grin at it sometimes... But other times I just want to punch her face in because she's my best friend's sister. Fucking fuck. Life is weird. Maybe I should get a cat or something...
But as she's looking at the picture, she see a small notebook right next to it, she grabs it to see its from me
Huh? A notebook...from him? I flip through it, finding drawings of us getting into trouble and shit. Even a few poems about how much he likes me! Goddamn it, Ghost! You're such a big softie sometimes! But as I keep flipping through it, there's one poem that stands out to me... It's called "Lexi"... Curious now.
The sweet scent of roses and lavender Embodies the beauty of her skin Her presence, a drug hard to shake off I crave for it more than any sin
The warmth of her touch leaves me breathless When she speaks, I lose my will To have her all to myself, would be blissful She is the angel, I am but a thrill
This was the last page that was in the notebook, the page was made halfway whenwe became friends, the rest of the page were all ripped or Scribbled on, but on the back of the notebook, theres a broken heart
Huh. This is... Interesting. I never knew he felt this way about me... But it's not that way with us! At least... Not for him. We're just friends, you know? Bros before hoes and all that shit... Still, makes my heart flutter a bit to think of him thinking of me like this... I wonder if he knows how much I appreciate our friendship. Maybe I should tell him sometime... Nah. He'd probably get weird about it or something.