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Seasonal Depression

One of the best ways to cope with the summer breeze:

don't think about it. Ignore them annoying bees that

buzz around, fat bodies going

when they really shouldn't, they're too heavy. I'm unknowing

of those bright, teenage smiles that light up the sky

at night, slamming bumper cars and kareoke while high

those naive feelings that one should love--

those warm, cleansing showers that suicide from the clouds above;

those cheap dinner dates and catching feelings in the shade

those long car trips that I usually crave and those

rushed, flighty feelings that come with a first kiss

experiences that I know that I will truly miss

when everything fades now in this dark house and picnic ants

turning over, belly-up, when our little hearts can't

take anymore of those cushy hugs and sad songs

dozing off in the background like "You're dying;" my heart longs

to be with you, down the avenue at the bus station

run away with me, I feel awfully impatient

I can't deal with these words: "Alone... Depressed,"

this summertime sadness that constantly goes suppressed

and suffocated by forced smiles at the Fourth of July cook-out

maybe its the way that God tries to shout out those

unshed tears, the dam is ready to burst--

you should know those snapped 

heartstrings over late texts are hard to nurse.

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Written by SelfTitled in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Seasonal Depression
One of the best ways to cope with the summer breeze:
don't think about it. Ignore them annoying bees that
buzz around, fat bodies going
when they really shouldn't, they're too heavy. I'm unknowing
of those bright, teenage smiles that light up the sky
at night, slamming bumper cars and kareoke while high
those naive feelings that one should love--
those warm, cleansing showers that suicide from the clouds above;
those cheap dinner dates and catching feelings in the shade
those long car trips that I usually crave and those
rushed, flighty feelings that come with a first kiss
experiences that I know that I will truly miss
when everything fades now in this dark house and picnic ants
turning over, belly-up, when our little hearts can't
take anymore of those cushy hugs and sad songs
dozing off in the background like "You're dying;" my heart longs
to be with you, down the avenue at the bus station
run away with me, I feel awfully impatient
I can't deal with these words: "Alone... Depressed,"
this summertime sadness that constantly goes suppressed
and suffocated by forced smiles at the Fourth of July cook-out
maybe its the way that God tries to shout out those
unshed tears, the dam is ready to burst--
you should know those snapped 
heartstrings over late texts are hard to nurse.
#nonfiction  #poetry  #loneliness  #depression  #SummerVibes 
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Bad Air Conditioning

This tends to happen

in the beginning of every summer

mid-solstice, I took notice of, shivering

into the throw-blanket on my bed. It

doesn't even match the pillows, but I don't

mind. I'll catch myself with a book in

my hands; a journal; a sketchpad, doing

something with my fingers to keep busy

to keep my mind awake. I'm usually grounded

and phoneless, but I text friends on Skype

on my computer when I get the chance. Late

responses. I should know better. When school's out

I should be seeking that summer romance that

they are, smiling in the heat of this place

and drowning in crystalline cloudbursts

that will come at random and stench the air

with good tears. But I'm not. I'm stuck inside

while my parents are gone. Too grounded to

go anywhere. Can't talk to my friends even when

I can because they're too busy to text back

as fast as I do. I'll frown at the ceiling,

stare out at the wind tustling leaves on the evergreens

in the skinny sliver of woods outside my house,

in the backyard. It must feel heavenly outside

when my birthday is in three days. Too grounded

to celebrate the way I want to. To my dismay

I doubt my friends would want to celebrate either

because they'll all be gone somewhere-- North

Carolina, Florida, New York. And I'll just be here,

in my bed, AC too cold for a few hours,

pen and book in hand, waiting on someone to come home,

waiting on someone to text back when they

won't, most likely. This is how the summers are.

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Written by SelfTitled in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Bad Air Conditioning
This tends to happen
in the beginning of every summer
mid-solstice, I took notice of, shivering
into the throw-blanket on my bed. It
doesn't even match the pillows, but I don't
mind. I'll catch myself with a book in
my hands; a journal; a sketchpad, doing
something with my fingers to keep busy
to keep my mind awake. I'm usually grounded
and phoneless, but I text friends on Skype
on my computer when I get the chance. Late
responses. I should know better. When school's out
I should be seeking that summer romance that
they are, smiling in the heat of this place
and drowning in crystalline cloudbursts
that will come at random and stench the air
with good tears. But I'm not. I'm stuck inside
while my parents are gone. Too grounded to
go anywhere. Can't talk to my friends even when
I can because they're too busy to text back
as fast as I do. I'll frown at the ceiling,
stare out at the wind tustling leaves on the evergreens
in the skinny sliver of woods outside my house,
in the backyard. It must feel heavenly outside
when my birthday is in three days. Too grounded
to celebrate the way I want to. To my dismay
I doubt my friends would want to celebrate either
because they'll all be gone somewhere-- North
Carolina, Florida, New York. And I'll just be here,
in my bed, AC too cold for a few hours,
pen and book in hand, waiting on someone to come home,
waiting on someone to text back when they
won't, most likely. This is how the summers are.
#nonfiction  #poetry  #loneliness  #depression 
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Vkusno

Vivian took a large bite out of her pirozhki, tiny crumbs tumbling down her chin as she chewed. She stared out at the almost vacant, snow-swept streets of Lahoysk, ears catching the mid-day chime of church bells from the St. Nikolai Orthodox Church not too far from her. A mile away, perhaps. She shook her head at the sound, eyes lulling closed a little with the memories of how she would get carried away by those church bells as a small child.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her childhood was not so long ago. However, the feelings that came with her were ripped far from her reach, torn to shreds before her eyes, and trampled on under dirtied, worn boots. Where was she going exactly?

Dobriy den',” she announced airily, stepping into an older looking house built on the side of the empty street. There were children running through the lobby, up and down the carpeted stairs, and into the living room down the hall. The house smelled like fresh gingerbread that made Vivian’s mouth water even after eating her snack from earlier. She snapped out of her gluttonous thoughts when a middle-aged woman limped down the stairs, knee-brace wrapped around her left leg. Her eyes held a haggard sorrow that immediately brightened upon seeing Vivian undoing her scarf at the door.

“Viv’yen!” the woman exclaimed, rushing towards the door and throwing her arms around Vivian’s shoulders. The younger of the two laughed in response, doing the same with a wide grin on her face.

“Polina,” Vivian breathed into her shoulder, eyes stinging with tears that she forced herself to compose, “ya skuchal po tebe…”

It had been three years since Vivian left her home in the United States to train with her mentor, Minerva. Her adopted mother already met again with her a few weeks before, passing down her title to Vivian. Even still, the young woman was too nervous to go back home even though her family and friends were all waiting on her. Vivian told Polina this when they sat down at the table, two hours after she suddenly came; the children needed attending to before they took their nap for the day and the now-deity was more than willing to help.

Polina was Vivian’s first mother before her childhood was stolen from her. The woman listened intently to everything Vivian told her, initial shock of her former charge’s inhuman status aside. Much like Minerva and her mother, Diana, Polina was always opening to giving Vivian as much aid as possible, even if all she needed to do was sit back in silence. Vivian left a few things unsaid-- the terrible things that she had done that she was too afraid to even mention to her new mother. She was too paranoid that Polina would judge her. She was too anxious of imagining a world where she failed her.

“I think I understand why you are feeling this way,” Polina began slowly, accent thick through her hazy English. Vivian insisted that she would rather speak in that language. In truth, it had been a while since Vivian had even uttered a word of Russian; both her mother and mentor spoke it fluently, but the language of her old life was, for a long time, one of the things that the new war goddess figured that giving up would better her disposition. Polina’s arthritis-woven fingers turned the tea-filled mug in her hands back and forth. It was something that she could fidget with to help her get her words out. “You are, I think, in love.”

“Love? Bullshit.” Vivian winced at the stern glare Polina sent her way at her word choice. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I’ve fallen for anyone.”

“Not for one person, per say, but for a group of them. Your new family and friends. And you are afraid that you have disappointed them by going on this goosechase.” A frown twisted onto Vivian’s face, but she did not attempt to deny it. She needed to be honest with herself: she left without so much as a proper goodbye. She had not contacted anyone but her mother since. And she got what she wanted-- her new power. Shabina’s murder. Her change. But at what cost? Elias hating her? Her family never trusting her again? The ideas spiraled out of control in her head. She nearly dropped her mug when she raised the steamy drink to her lips.

“Oh! Eezveeneete…” She placed the cup down on the old, wooden coaster in front of her on the table, tipping her head back to stare at the fading bulb in the ceiling-lamp. Polina frowned at her.

“I think,” Polina started, drawing Vivian’s attention back on her, “you would be happy if you went home.”

Vivian hesitated. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?” Polina leaned forward to listen better.

“Just… what if they hate me?”

“Impossible,” dismissed Polina. “No one can hate you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is,” the woman insisted, taking Vivian’s hands in her larger ones. Vivian’s eyes watered staring at the loving look on Polina’s face. “You were never my true daughter, but I loved you as if you were my own. And now, even though you have come back to me after all of these years a changed person, I still love you. That will never fade away. You light a fire in the hearts of everyone you meet that will never burn out. I believe that they will be more than happy to see you again.” A pause, then a warm smile. “Go home. They need you, Viv’yen.”

Through a teary face and a throbbing heart, Vivian smiled brighter and more genuine than how she had in many, long years. “Okay.”

There was a thicket of woods with a tiny lake right outside of the town where Vivian remembered going to play at when she was a little girl. Polina always told her not to go because it was too far for her eyes to see, therefore marked dangerous. But Vivian always found a way to get there, sneaking past her caretaker when the coast was clear.

Polina, crippled and all, made a habit of taking the kids there to play there after their nap. That time, Vivian helped her and the kids there, racing the bigger ones that thought they could outrun her. With the winter shaded over their heads, the lake was frozen with a thin layer of ice and the trees were coated with a topping of snow. Polina watched over each child with a watchful eye, making sure that none of them strayed to close to the lake and that no other adult, whether she knew them or not, ventured towards their makeshift family. Vivian appreciated that and she smiled at the kids throwing snowballs at each other, laughing, sighing out a long, wintry breath.

She was taken far away the last time she was there by the masked people that robbed her of her childhood. But it’s okay. Watching these kids now, taking note of the wide grins on their faces, she had a feeling that everything would be okay.

“I should go,” she said quietly to Polina, turning to her with a lopsided smile. “If you ever need extra help with anything, please call me. I’ll be in touch.”

“I will, child. Jeez. You make it seem like I am some old, senile woman,” Polina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you are getting there--”

“Don’t push it.” Vivian giggled at the glare on her caretaker’s face. She took a step forward and embraced her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Spaseeba,” she whispered. Polina hugged her back, squeezing her shoulders in a motherly way that made Vivian miss home.

Beregi sebya.” The once young child that Polina knew pulled away, stepped backwards a few feet, and waved. As if she never existed, Vivian was gone in the blink of an eye.

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Vkusno
Vivian took a large bite out of her pirozhki, tiny crumbs tumbling down her chin as she chewed. She stared out at the almost vacant, snow-swept streets of Lahoysk, ears catching the mid-day chime of church bells from the St. Nikolai Orthodox Church not too far from her. A mile away, perhaps. She shook her head at the sound, eyes lulling closed a little with the memories of how she would get carried away by those church bells as a small child.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her childhood was not so long ago. However, the feelings that came with her were ripped far from her reach, torn to shreds before her eyes, and trampled on under dirtied, worn boots. Where was she going exactly?

Dobriy den',” she announced airily, stepping into an older looking house built on the side of the empty street. There were children running through the lobby, up and down the carpeted stairs, and into the living room down the hall. The house smelled like fresh gingerbread that made Vivian’s mouth water even after eating her snack from earlier. She snapped out of her gluttonous thoughts when a middle-aged woman limped down the stairs, knee-brace wrapped around her left leg. Her eyes held a haggard sorrow that immediately brightened upon seeing Vivian undoing her scarf at the door.

“Viv’yen!” the woman exclaimed, rushing towards the door and throwing her arms around Vivian’s shoulders. The younger of the two laughed in response, doing the same with a wide grin on her face.

“Polina,” Vivian breathed into her shoulder, eyes stinging with tears that she forced herself to compose, “ya skuchal po tebe…”

It had been three years since Vivian left her home in the United States to train with her mentor, Minerva. Her adopted mother already met again with her a few weeks before, passing down her title to Vivian. Even still, the young woman was too nervous to go back home even though her family and friends were all waiting on her. Vivian told Polina this when they sat down at the table, two hours after she suddenly came; the children needed attending to before they took their nap for the day and the now-deity was more than willing to help.

Polina was Vivian’s first mother before her childhood was stolen from her. The woman listened intently to everything Vivian told her, initial shock of her former charge’s inhuman status aside. Much like Minerva and her mother, Diana, Polina was always opening to giving Vivian as much aid as possible, even if all she needed to do was sit back in silence. Vivian left a few things unsaid-- the terrible things that she had done that she was too afraid to even mention to her new mother. She was too paranoid that Polina would judge her. She was too anxious of imagining a world where she failed her.

“I think I understand why you are feeling this way,” Polina began slowly, accent thick through her hazy English. Vivian insisted that she would rather speak in that language. In truth, it had been a while since Vivian had even uttered a word of Russian; both her mother and mentor spoke it fluently, but the language of her old life was, for a long time, one of the things that the new war goddess figured that giving up would better her disposition. Polina’s arthritis-woven fingers turned the tea-filled mug in her hands back and forth. It was something that she could fidget with to help her get her words out. “You are, I think, in love.”

“Love? Bullshit.” Vivian winced at the stern glare Polina sent her way at her word choice. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I’ve fallen for anyone.”

“Not for one person, per say, but for a group of them. Your new family and friends. And you are afraid that you have disappointed them by going on this goosechase.” A frown twisted onto Vivian’s face, but she did not attempt to deny it. She needed to be honest with herself: she left without so much as a proper goodbye. She had not contacted anyone but her mother since. And she got what she wanted-- her new power. Shabina’s murder. Her change. But at what cost? Elias hating her? Her family never trusting her again? The ideas spiraled out of control in her head. She nearly dropped her mug when she raised the steamy drink to her lips.

“Oh! Eezveeneete…” She placed the cup down on the old, wooden coaster in front of her on the table, tipping her head back to stare at the fading bulb in the ceiling-lamp. Polina frowned at her.

“I think,” Polina started, drawing Vivian’s attention back on her, “you would be happy if you went home.”

Vivian hesitated. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?” Polina leaned forward to listen better.

“Just… what if they hate me?”

“Impossible,” dismissed Polina. “No one can hate you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is,” the woman insisted, taking Vivian’s hands in her larger ones. Vivian’s eyes watered staring at the loving look on Polina’s face. “You were never my true daughter, but I loved you as if you were my own. And now, even though you have come back to me after all of these years a changed person, I still love you. That will never fade away. You light a fire in the hearts of everyone you meet that will never burn out. I believe that they will be more than happy to see you again.” A pause, then a warm smile. “Go home. They need you, Viv’yen.”

Through a teary face and a throbbing heart, Vivian smiled brighter and more genuine than how she had in many, long years. “Okay.”

There was a thicket of woods with a tiny lake right outside of the town where Vivian remembered going to play at when she was a little girl. Polina always told her not to go because it was too far for her eyes to see, therefore marked dangerous. But Vivian always found a way to get there, sneaking past her caretaker when the coast was clear.

Polina, crippled and all, made a habit of taking the kids there to play there after their nap. That time, Vivian helped her and the kids there, racing the bigger ones that thought they could outrun her. With the winter shaded over their heads, the lake was frozen with a thin layer of ice and the trees were coated with a topping of snow. Polina watched over each child with a watchful eye, making sure that none of them strayed to close to the lake and that no other adult, whether she knew them or not, ventured towards their makeshift family. Vivian appreciated that and she smiled at the kids throwing snowballs at each other, laughing, sighing out a long, wintry breath.

She was taken far away the last time she was there by the masked people that robbed her of her childhood. But it’s okay. Watching these kids now, taking note of the wide grins on their faces, she had a feeling that everything would be okay.

“I should go,” she said quietly to Polina, turning to her with a lopsided smile. “If you ever need extra help with anything, please call me. I’ll be in touch.”

“I will, child. Jeez. You make it seem like I am some old, senile woman,” Polina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you are getting there--”

“Don’t push it.” Vivian giggled at the glare on her caretaker’s face. She took a step forward and embraced her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Spaseeba,” she whispered. Polina hugged her back, squeezing her shoulders in a motherly way that made Vivian miss home.

Beregi sebya.” The once young child that Polina knew pulled away, stepped backwards a few feet, and waved. As if she never existed, Vivian was gone in the blink of an eye.
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Two lesbians in an overcoat try to sneak into an R rated movie. What happens next??
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The Last Man Standing

"Kimmy... keep your voice down, love. You'll alert the usher..."

"But Jackie, it feels sticky and hot down here. Let me try to help."

"Th-That's-- oh! Agn, y-you shouldn't touch that..."

"Jacqueline, you're flushed. I'll make you feel better."

"Hah-- oh my; 'll, ngn, K-Kim...!"

In reality, Jacqueline just got gum on the bottom of her trench coat and her loving wife, Kim, was trying to get it off as gently as possible without startling her germaphobe spouse. But the group of college students sitting beside them, who were too mortified to even look in their direction, thought otherwise.

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The Last Man Standing
"Kimmy... keep your voice down, love. You'll alert the usher..."

"But Jackie, it feels sticky and hot down here. Let me try to help."

"Th-That's-- oh! Agn, y-you shouldn't touch that..."

"Jacqueline, you're flushed. I'll make you feel better."

"Hah-- oh my; 'll, ngn, K-Kim...!"

In reality, Jacqueline just got gum on the bottom of her trench coat and her loving wife, Kim, was trying to get it off as gently as possible without startling her germaphobe spouse. But the group of college students sitting beside them, who were too mortified to even look in their direction, thought otherwise.
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Over the Phone

"Okay, so. How are we gonna do this?"

"I mean, it seems pretty simple. You just send pics of your front, back, and sides. All angles."

"Yeah, and get just compensation for that." My-Friend-Who-I-Shall-Not-Name (for his sake, and mine) clicked his teeth over the phone in a very nonchalant action that made me narrow my eyes. "You're not gonna send the pics, aren't you?"

"I will... eventually."

"Dude, what the fuck."

"Okay, okay! I will. Jeez... just send your's first."

"Promise me you'll buck up."

"Fine." I sighed deeply and glared at my reflection in the mirror. He and I were friends for several years now, ever since middle school and, after him bragging to me about his many sexual experiences with the trashy girls in his Boston-Suburb up north, I got fed up. Don't blame me for this one-- I still don't regret what I did. But I guess I could admit that I was feeling a little, well, dehydrated. For one thing, our sexual tension continued to thicken over the years, especially when he entered high school and I started my sophomore year. Then, at times, we'd "flirt."

("Fuck you.")

("What time, place, and how hard?")

("...Go fuck yourself.")

("Maybe later. I'm sure you'd love to watch.")

I'm a freshman in college now and he's a senior in high school. Nowadays, it takes everything in my power not to seem like a complete slut with him. Of course, we're still friends. And that's all I want to be. Just that. But sometimes I just want, you know, some more attention. Sometimes I want him to notice me like how he notices the thots whoring up and down the streets in his town.

So I started taking selfies. You know, asking for criticism. ("How does this look?" "Will so-and-so like this?" "Is this boyfriend material?") On that particular early-Autumn's day, I decided to wear a pair of black overalls with the shorts cut off a couple inches above mid thigh and a crop-top that I bought from the mall the week before. Facetimed him, flashed the camera on my reflection in the mirror, asked if it was okay over the phone.

"Those are really short..."

"Oh!" I could feel my face get hot. "Here, lemme fix them. Sorry." I moved to pull down the shorts properly on my leg, but stopped short when he began spluttering out complaints.

"No! No, trust me, it's fine. I like it like that. Right there. Yeah..."

"Are you... do you like it like that?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh my God, I turned you on, didn't I?"

"Again. Maybe, maybe not."

 

"Holy shit." One thing led to another and I found myself flashing him. Yeah, I did it. No regrets (yet.) And then he started asking for nudes. That was when I realized that I'm way out of my league.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie here. I have a nice body, as much as it pains me to say that. I've been playing sports for a few years now. Did soccer for a minute, volleyball for another, cross-county and track. I like staying in shape. Not only that, but I picked up a lot of my mom's genetics when it came to figure. We're curvy Black women with nice legs, a lot of hip, "thicc" ass. For the longest time, of course, I was insecure about myself; it doesn't help that the media portrays one side of the spectrum of body type (the polar opposite of mine) as beautiful while people of my own race either glorify that side and objectify mine. It was up until a few weeks before the "Infamous Flash" that I started to feel comfortable with myself.

But look at me now. College freshman, never got hit. So when my long-time friend decides to start asking me for nudes, I'm gonna have some objections here and there.

"You need to send me a dick pic in return," I declared. The line was silent for a while.

"Why?"

"Because if I'm going to risk myself by sending nudes, you should at least have the common courtesy to flash me as well."

"Fine. Then don't do it."

"...I'm not saying that I don't want to do it," I didn't realize that he reverse-psychologied me until much later, "I'm just saying that you should send something of yourself to. Or at least tell me your size."

"It's not that simple."

"Dude, I honestly can't give a shit right now. I show me your's, I show you mine."

"I think it'll be the other way around in this context..."

"Whatever. Deal?"

"Deal."

I sent one pic. I had to do hella research to make sure that I knew how to send a sexy nude. My response was positive...

("I jacked off to it. Well done.")

...But I wanted more. So when I "innocently" informed him while we were FaceTiming that I was about to go shower, he was very quick to request, "Take a vid of you in there?"

I did it. My 3 gigs of MetroPCS data slowed the process by a lot when trying to send the video over Skype (because you can't send anything longer than 10 seconds through text message), but I did it. I was too nervous to call him after it sent-- too afraid that I did a shitty job. Too scared that I ruined things with one of my best friends if he thought that I was fat or ugly, AKA the total opposite of the basic white chicks he usually fucks.

Two minutes after the video sent:

Doughboi: Holy shit.

Me: Soooooo..............???

Doughboi: YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!

It's here that I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I was so lucky that my roommate was at her boyfriend's that night.

Me: I keep tellin you man.

Doughboi: Well I've never seen it till now so...

Me: Well do you trust me?

Doughboi: I do

Doughboi: God my dick is so hard right now...

Me: Is that just compensation or what?

Me: Like, I gave front, back, and sides

Me: I bent over

I would say the rest, but that would be suicide.

Doughboi: Can I send you one when I'm not jerking off?

I just know that a victory was made here.

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Over the Phone
"Okay, so. How are we gonna do this?"

"I mean, it seems pretty simple. You just send pics of your front, back, and sides. All angles."

"Yeah, and get just compensation for that." My-Friend-Who-I-Shall-Not-Name (for his sake, and mine) clicked his teeth over the phone in a very nonchalant action that made me narrow my eyes. "You're not gonna send the pics, aren't you?"

"I will... eventually."

"Dude, what the fuck."

"Okay, okay! I will. Jeez... just send your's first."

"Promise me you'll buck up."

"Fine." I sighed deeply and glared at my reflection in the mirror. He and I were friends for several years now, ever since middle school and, after him bragging to me about his many sexual experiences with the trashy girls in his Boston-Suburb up north, I got fed up. Don't blame me for this one-- I still don't regret what I did. But I guess I could admit that I was feeling a little, well, dehydrated. For one thing, our sexual tension continued to thicken over the years, especially when he entered high school and I started my sophomore year. Then, at times, we'd "flirt."

("Fuck you.")

("What time, place, and how hard?")

("...Go fuck yourself.")

("Maybe later. I'm sure you'd love to watch.")

I'm a freshman in college now and he's a senior in high school. Nowadays, it takes everything in my power not to seem like a complete slut with him. Of course, we're still friends. And that's all I want to be. Just that. But sometimes I just want, you know, some more attention. Sometimes I want him to notice me like how he notices the thots whoring up and down the streets in his town.

So I started taking selfies. You know, asking for criticism. ("How does this look?" "Will so-and-so like this?" "Is this boyfriend material?") On that particular early-Autumn's day, I decided to wear a pair of black overalls with the shorts cut off a couple inches above mid thigh and a crop-top that I bought from the mall the week before. Facetimed him, flashed the camera on my reflection in the mirror, asked if it was okay over the phone.

"Those are really short..."

"Oh!" I could feel my face get hot. "Here, lemme fix them. Sorry." I moved to pull down the shorts properly on my leg, but stopped short when he began spluttering out complaints.

"No! No, trust me, it's fine. I like it like that. Right there. Yeah..."

"Are you... do you like it like that?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh my God, I turned you on, didn't I?"

"Again. Maybe, maybe not."
 
"Holy shit." One thing led to another and I found myself flashing him. Yeah, I did it. No regrets (yet.) And then he started asking for nudes. That was when I realized that I'm way out of my league.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie here. I have a nice body, as much as it pains me to say that. I've been playing sports for a few years now. Did soccer for a minute, volleyball for another, cross-county and track. I like staying in shape. Not only that, but I picked up a lot of my mom's genetics when it came to figure. We're curvy Black women with nice legs, a lot of hip, "thicc" ass. For the longest time, of course, I was insecure about myself; it doesn't help that the media portrays one side of the spectrum of body type (the polar opposite of mine) as beautiful while people of my own race either glorify that side and objectify mine. It was up until a few weeks before the "Infamous Flash" that I started to feel comfortable with myself.

But look at me now. College freshman, never got hit. So when my long-time friend decides to start asking me for nudes, I'm gonna have some objections here and there.

"You need to send me a dick pic in return," I declared. The line was silent for a while.

"Why?"

"Because if I'm going to risk myself by sending nudes, you should at least have the common courtesy to flash me as well."

"Fine. Then don't do it."

"...I'm not saying that I don't want to do it," I didn't realize that he reverse-psychologied me until much later, "I'm just saying that you should send something of yourself to. Or at least tell me your size."

"It's not that simple."

"Dude, I honestly can't give a shit right now. I show me your's, I show you mine."

"I think it'll be the other way around in this context..."

"Whatever. Deal?"

"Deal."

I sent one pic. I had to do hella research to make sure that I knew how to send a sexy nude. My response was positive...

("I jacked off to it. Well done.")

...But I wanted more. So when I "innocently" informed him while we were FaceTiming that I was about to go shower, he was very quick to request, "Take a vid of you in there?"

I did it. My 3 gigs of MetroPCS data slowed the process by a lot when trying to send the video over Skype (because you can't send anything longer than 10 seconds through text message), but I did it. I was too nervous to call him after it sent-- too afraid that I did a shitty job. Too scared that I ruined things with one of my best friends if he thought that I was fat or ugly, AKA the total opposite of the basic white chicks he usually fucks.

Two minutes after the video sent:

Doughboi: Holy shit.
Me: Soooooo..............???
Doughboi: YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!

It's here that I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I was so lucky that my roommate was at her boyfriend's that night.

Me: I keep tellin you man.
Doughboi: Well I've never seen it till now so...
Me: Well do you trust me?
Doughboi: I do
Doughboi: God my dick is so hard right now...
Me: Is that just compensation or what?
Me: Like, I gave front, back, and sides
Me: I bent over

I would say the rest, but that would be suicide.

Doughboi: Can I send you one when I'm not jerking off?

I just know that a victory was made here.
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2001-Now; What's Happened

I was three months old when the Twin Towers fell

desperate bodies falling from it; 2001--

with the false-hope that they would somehow make it out alive

or maybe they wanted to go in a way that was less painful

maybe Osama could have thought differently

if he had an iPod in his hands,

but that came around a little while later,

unfortunate, really.

2002, I'm not even one yet

when the Euro starts circulating

a good fifteen years before England said "deuces"

but let's not harp on the future.

The world, however, is space happy

because if we can't look to the future, we can look elsewhere

many Star Wars episodes (Star Trek, you can go sit down) later

we've got rovers up on Mars

waving down at us;

"How ya doin'!"

2003 and I don't know what's worse,

the heatwave, the Taliban, or MySpace...

at least China's on the go

with, you know, outer space,

then we get Web 2.0!

(did not intend that to rhyme)

2004, Baby Bush is back

("Fool me once, shame on you... shame on me... fool me twice, you can't get fooled again.)

Yeah...

We're skipping the rest.

2005! YouTube is here!

Ready to give you all of your cute cat videos

because you're too lazy to go get a cat yourself--

what other goodness comes out of 2k05?

Katrina, you say? Is she hot? Oh no, she's wet.

But not in a good way.

(It's just a joke.)

At least there's Angela Merkel,

on her way to be TIME Magazine's most powerful person

in several years, when Obama is here

(It's okay, Chancellor, we miss Obama, too.)

2006-- Twitter!

Which is now the playroom of an orange-faced idiot.

So there's really nothing good about that.

And poor Pluto got demoted, not worthy enough to orbit

with the Big Kids. But it's okay,

in her absence, she'll go blonde and shock Earth speechless.

And apparently that's a lot more going on here--

like North Korea! Snorting lines of nuclear waste one test at a time.

And Africa! ...I think you lost a rhino.

2007! It's another world recession! Hopefully no wars come out of this.

Not that I know of. But the ice caps are melting

and only one hero can save the polar bears

if you donate $0.99 a day, you can be

that hero they need. Or you can, like, start

believing in Global Warming and actually

do something about all of this Greenhouse Gases

you keep shitting. But that doesn't become a big deal

until a little later. And then it doesn't because

that Twitter-Fiend from last year kinda

told Paris to go fuck itself. Well, that's one way

of Making America Great Again.

We also get the iPhone! Which is so cool!

You can snap it in half-- so cool!

2008. Time to get serious here.

I'm seven years old,

I still remember the tears in my parents' eyes

when Barack Obama was declared the

President-Elect. And I didn't understand the big deal

until I was eight and his middle name came up.

But that's in 2009, let's focus on the joys 2008 gave us

other than the best family cook-out ever after Obama was elected;

we've got a booming internet! So you can watch all of your porn

before mommy gets home from Trader Joe's. Beijing hosts

the Olympic Games! The Russians actually have a President!

(I honest to God didn't even think the word "President" existed over there)

2009-- OBAMA IS PRESIDENT!

AND NOW WE NEED TO SEE HIS BIRTH CERTIFICATE

BECAUSE DEM MUSLIMS CANT BE PRESIDENT EVEN IF THEY'RE

US NATIVES. ONLY WHITE SONS OF BITCHES THAT BELIEVE

IN THE LORD AND SAVIOR AND SPEAK DAT GOOD

AMURICAN CAN BE PRES! YEEEEHAAAAAWWW!

(If you read that with a Texas accent, bless you)

(Not trying to stereotype here.)

(But Obama got too much strife in his eight years for his own good)

But what else is new? The Moon has water! So now we need to figure out a way to

harvest it because we're fucking up our own water! Why not bomb the moon?

(Huston, I've found many problems.)

And now the tallest man-made structure in the world is completed!

So now we can try touching God and he can strike us down like

disrespectful heathens!

2010-- Haiti's Earthquake

My grandma really doesn't lie when she says that county is cursed

but then again, she blames the voodoo and says this is God punishing them

so um.......

Obama and the rest of the world donated billions to help them though!

Which is good!

Then the government in Haiti used it all for themselves!

Which is bad. Which is actually, quite honestly, fucked up.

But hey, I ain't ruling a country.

We also have iPads now!

Which is probably what the Haitian government spent all of their money on.

(Okay, now I'm being a sarcastic cunt)

And finally...

HOLY SHIT, THE WATER IS BLACK!

Yep, you've guessed it.

BP fucked up! Yay!

And now the Gulf of Mexico and everywhere attached it it has toxic water that kills animals, yay!

2011-- Japan gets an earthquake that kills some

then a tsunami that kills the rest. And during this time, I remember,

I was ten and so obsessed with anime

that I thought I was Japanese, too,

so when they hurt, I hurt.

But then my American spirit came back to me cuz

YEEEHAAAWWW THATS RIGHT WE KILLED DAT SON OF A BITCH OSAMA THERE YA GO, OBAMA, DATS MY PRES RIGHT DERE!

(Again, Texas accent)

And now there's so many babies on Earth that we have seven billion people!

2012-- OBAMA'S STILL HERE!

(Probably because he doesn't have a binder full of women...)

We keep molesting Mars!

And the Mayan calander ends so everyone thinks that the world is gonna end!

(But it doesn't. The world ends in 2016, obviously.)

2013-- North Korea is still getting high off of that nuclear waste.

Apparently the NSA has been watching you watch porn while you watched the window

making sure that your mom isn't home from Trader Joe's. Because, you know,

you could be a terrorist so your privacy does not matter.

Finally, a rivalry that will strike the world emerges...

PS4 vs. XBox One! Fight! (Mortal Combat music here)

2014-- THE WORLD KEEPS GETTING MORE RAINBABIES!

PRAISE THE GAY IN ENGLAND AND WALES!

More people are molesting Mars, by the way.

Even comets are copping a feel.

NATO pulls out of Afghanistan.

Finally.

Because they came and passed out, like, ages ago.

(Again, it's a joke)

Plus a new World Trade Center opened... for some reason!

2015-- Remember that Twitter-Fiend I threw shade at in the previous years?

Well, apparently he's running for president.

And he's gonna build a wall.

And Mexico is gonna pay for it.

And he's gonna kick out all the Muslims.

And he wants Obama's birth certificate even though Obama already said "fuck you."

And he's gonna police the inner cities with black people harder.

And he's gonna get rid of Roe v. Wade.

And he told the Pope to fuck off.

And he's gonna repeal Obamacare, possibly killing the majority of America.

And thus begins the end of the world.

At least Queen Elizabeth is still kicking.

She said that she'll take us over when she gets the chance.

Bless her.

And by the way, Pluto is blonde now and we're all super into that.

2016-- ...It's the end of the world as we know it.

And I'm not talking about the Twitter-Fiend.

A gay club is shot up in Orlando, marking it one of the worst terrorist attacks since 9/11,

but hey. It don't matter apparently.

And now the world is so fucked up that "Three Person Babies" exist.

Police brutality is now caught on video more times than I shower a day.

"Grab 'em by the pussy," is something appropriate that a president should say

(said most of the Republican Party)

Hillary's emails. What the fuck.

And then, the moment you've all been waiting for:

"Obama out." NO COME BACK PLEASE OBAMA! (said Chancellor Merkel)

2017-- I'm sixteen now.

I've gotta say, looking back on this makes me laugh

there's been a lot of growth

there's been a lot of pain.

But it's all worth it. It'll get better.

...Just impeach that tiny-handed, sexual harassing piece of shit already.

Him and his entire administration.

Jesus help us.

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Written by SelfTitled in portal Comedy
2001-Now; What's Happened
I was three months old when the Twin Towers fell
desperate bodies falling from it; 2001--
with the false-hope that they would somehow make it out alive
or maybe they wanted to go in a way that was less painful
maybe Osama could have thought differently
if he had an iPod in his hands,
but that came around a little while later,
unfortunate, really.
2002, I'm not even one yet
when the Euro starts circulating
a good fifteen years before England said "deuces"
but let's not harp on the future.
The world, however, is space happy
because if we can't look to the future, we can look elsewhere
many Star Wars episodes (Star Trek, you can go sit down) later
we've got rovers up on Mars
waving down at us;
"How ya doin'!"
2003 and I don't know what's worse,
the heatwave, the Taliban, or MySpace...
at least China's on the go
with, you know, outer space,
then we get Web 2.0!
(did not intend that to rhyme)
2004, Baby Bush is back
("Fool me once, shame on you... shame on me... fool me twice, you can't get fooled again.)
Yeah...
We're skipping the rest.
2005! YouTube is here!
Ready to give you all of your cute cat videos
because you're too lazy to go get a cat yourself--
what other goodness comes out of 2k05?
Katrina, you say? Is she hot? Oh no, she's wet.
But not in a good way.
(It's just a joke.)
At least there's Angela Merkel,
on her way to be TIME Magazine's most powerful person
in several years, when Obama is here
(It's okay, Chancellor, we miss Obama, too.)
2006-- Twitter!
Which is now the playroom of an orange-faced idiot.
So there's really nothing good about that.
And poor Pluto got demoted, not worthy enough to orbit
with the Big Kids. But it's okay,
in her absence, she'll go blonde and shock Earth speechless.
And apparently that's a lot more going on here--
like North Korea! Snorting lines of nuclear waste one test at a time.
And Africa! ...I think you lost a rhino.
2007! It's another world recession! Hopefully no wars come out of this.
Not that I know of. But the ice caps are melting
and only one hero can save the polar bears
if you donate $0.99 a day, you can be
that hero they need. Or you can, like, start
believing in Global Warming and actually
do something about all of this Greenhouse Gases
you keep shitting. But that doesn't become a big deal
until a little later. And then it doesn't because
that Twitter-Fiend from last year kinda
told Paris to go fuck itself. Well, that's one way
of Making America Great Again.
We also get the iPhone! Which is so cool!
You can snap it in half-- so cool!
2008. Time to get serious here.
I'm seven years old,
I still remember the tears in my parents' eyes
when Barack Obama was declared the
President-Elect. And I didn't understand the big deal
until I was eight and his middle name came up.
But that's in 2009, let's focus on the joys 2008 gave us
other than the best family cook-out ever after Obama was elected;
we've got a booming internet! So you can watch all of your porn
before mommy gets home from Trader Joe's. Beijing hosts
the Olympic Games! The Russians actually have a President!
(I honest to God didn't even think the word "President" existed over there)
2009-- OBAMA IS PRESIDENT!
AND NOW WE NEED TO SEE HIS BIRTH CERTIFICATE
BECAUSE DEM MUSLIMS CANT BE PRESIDENT EVEN IF THEY'RE
US NATIVES. ONLY WHITE SONS OF BITCHES THAT BELIEVE
IN THE LORD AND SAVIOR AND SPEAK DAT GOOD
AMURICAN CAN BE PRES! YEEEEHAAAAAWWW!
(If you read that with a Texas accent, bless you)
(Not trying to stereotype here.)
(But Obama got too much strife in his eight years for his own good)
But what else is new? The Moon has water! So now we need to figure out a way to
harvest it because we're fucking up our own water! Why not bomb the moon?
(Huston, I've found many problems.)
And now the tallest man-made structure in the world is completed!
So now we can try touching God and he can strike us down like
disrespectful heathens!
2010-- Haiti's Earthquake
My grandma really doesn't lie when she says that county is cursed
but then again, she blames the voodoo and says this is God punishing them
so um.......
Obama and the rest of the world donated billions to help them though!
Which is good!
Then the government in Haiti used it all for themselves!
Which is bad. Which is actually, quite honestly, fucked up.
But hey, I ain't ruling a country.
We also have iPads now!
Which is probably what the Haitian government spent all of their money on.
(Okay, now I'm being a sarcastic cunt)
And finally...
HOLY SHIT, THE WATER IS BLACK!
Yep, you've guessed it.
BP fucked up! Yay!
And now the Gulf of Mexico and everywhere attached it it has toxic water that kills animals, yay!
2011-- Japan gets an earthquake that kills some
then a tsunami that kills the rest. And during this time, I remember,
I was ten and so obsessed with anime
that I thought I was Japanese, too,
so when they hurt, I hurt.
But then my American spirit came back to me cuz
YEEEHAAAWWW THATS RIGHT WE KILLED DAT SON OF A BITCH OSAMA THERE YA GO, OBAMA, DATS MY PRES RIGHT DERE!
(Again, Texas accent)
And now there's so many babies on Earth that we have seven billion people!
2012-- OBAMA'S STILL HERE!
(Probably because he doesn't have a binder full of women...)
We keep molesting Mars!
And the Mayan calander ends so everyone thinks that the world is gonna end!
(But it doesn't. The world ends in 2016, obviously.)
2013-- North Korea is still getting high off of that nuclear waste.
Apparently the NSA has been watching you watch porn while you watched the window
making sure that your mom isn't home from Trader Joe's. Because, you know,
you could be a terrorist so your privacy does not matter.
Finally, a rivalry that will strike the world emerges...
PS4 vs. XBox One! Fight! (Mortal Combat music here)
2014-- THE WORLD KEEPS GETTING MORE RAINBABIES!
PRAISE THE GAY IN ENGLAND AND WALES!
More people are molesting Mars, by the way.
Even comets are copping a feel.
NATO pulls out of Afghanistan.
Finally.
Because they came and passed out, like, ages ago.
(Again, it's a joke)
Plus a new World Trade Center opened... for some reason!
2015-- Remember that Twitter-Fiend I threw shade at in the previous years?
Well, apparently he's running for president.
And he's gonna build a wall.
And Mexico is gonna pay for it.
And he's gonna kick out all the Muslims.
And he wants Obama's birth certificate even though Obama already said "fuck you."
And he's gonna police the inner cities with black people harder.
And he's gonna get rid of Roe v. Wade.
And he told the Pope to fuck off.
And he's gonna repeal Obamacare, possibly killing the majority of America.
And thus begins the end of the world.
At least Queen Elizabeth is still kicking.
She said that she'll take us over when she gets the chance.
Bless her.
And by the way, Pluto is blonde now and we're all super into that.
2016-- ...It's the end of the world as we know it.
And I'm not talking about the Twitter-Fiend.
A gay club is shot up in Orlando, marking it one of the worst terrorist attacks since 9/11,
but hey. It don't matter apparently.
And now the world is so fucked up that "Three Person Babies" exist.
Police brutality is now caught on video more times than I shower a day.
"Grab 'em by the pussy," is something appropriate that a president should say
(said most of the Republican Party)
Hillary's emails. What the fuck.
And then, the moment you've all been waiting for:
"Obama out." NO COME BACK PLEASE OBAMA! (said Chancellor Merkel)
2017-- I'm sixteen now.
I've gotta say, looking back on this makes me laugh
there's been a lot of growth
there's been a lot of pain.
But it's all worth it. It'll get better.
...Just impeach that tiny-handed, sexual harassing piece of shit already.
Him and his entire administration.
Jesus help us.
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Lonely vs Alone
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Isolation

I choose to isolate myself

from the rest of this city

in fears that I might pillage it

in my anger and frustration

for no one can understand

the stand of mind I'm in

the strength it takes

to cancel myself out of

this equation that's made.

They choose to isolate themselves

from me for a reason

because they do not understand

my place in this village we share

called life, right here,

the things that I do for them

even in silence

even in desperation

they leave me, all of them,

the "X" variable in

this equation they've made.

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Lonely vs Alone
Written by SelfTitled
Isolation
I choose to isolate myself
from the rest of this city
in fears that I might pillage it
in my anger and frustration
for no one can understand
the stand of mind I'm in
the strength it takes
to cancel myself out of
this equation that's made.

They choose to isolate themselves
from me for a reason
because they do not understand
my place in this village we share
called life, right here,
the things that I do for them
even in silence
even in desperation
they leave me, all of them,
the "X" variable in
this equation they've made.
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NG Jackson: Quotes

(because im bored so shh)

"Phew! That was a close one. I nearly died. Whoops, sorry bout the window, man. Just all in a day’s work for-- EWWWW ITS TOM MOTHERFUCKIN’ BRADY KILL ME I HATES IT! WE HATES IT!"

"Hell yes, I wanna fuck. What do you take me for? Some Patriot’s bitch that leaves men with deflated balls?"

"I swear to god, if it wasn’t for this fucking chili I would have killed that dumbass Senator by now…"

"You son of a bitch! I don’t care if you fuck me. I don’t care what position you choose. But you will never fuck my mind!"

"Hi, my name is Lyra Amsel and I’m a little salty whore because I haven't gotten brutally laid in a month. Fist me daddy."

"Yo, bitch, you need to calm your thirsty ass the fuck down cuz your shady bullshit is why you got hooked on Satan’s cum and he used your dumbass so humble your ass out."

"Good music taste. Freaks don’t have good music taste. The people here are fucking retarded."

"Wow. You’re not a freak after all. You’re pathetic. How could they be scared of you? You’re the weakest person in this hospital. I like pathetic people. I like making them less pathetic. I want to do that to you. Make you less pathetic."

"Fuck you. All because you’re a goddamn double D and I’m a 36B doesn’t mean that we discriminate here."

"Oh y-yeah! I had twins! Brook, th-this is your twin b-brother Robert! Agn, fuck, Brandon, stop teasing already!"

(im sorry im so bored)

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NG Jackson: Quotes
(because im bored so shh)

"Phew! That was a close one. I nearly died. Whoops, sorry bout the window, man. Just all in a day’s work for-- EWWWW ITS TOM MOTHERFUCKIN’ BRADY KILL ME I HATES IT! WE HATES IT!"

"Hell yes, I wanna fuck. What do you take me for? Some Patriot’s bitch that leaves men with deflated balls?"

"I swear to god, if it wasn’t for this fucking chili I would have killed that dumbass Senator by now…"

"You son of a bitch! I don’t care if you fuck me. I don’t care what position you choose. But you will never fuck my mind!"

"Hi, my name is Lyra Amsel and I’m a little salty whore because I haven't gotten brutally laid in a month. Fist me daddy."

"Yo, bitch, you need to calm your thirsty ass the fuck down cuz your shady bullshit is why you got hooked on Satan’s cum and he used your dumbass so humble your ass out."

"Good music taste. Freaks don’t have good music taste. The people here are fucking retarded."

"Wow. You’re not a freak after all. You’re pathetic. How could they be scared of you? You’re the weakest person in this hospital. I like pathetic people. I like making them less pathetic. I want to do that to you. Make you less pathetic."

"Fuck you. All because you’re a goddamn double D and I’m a 36B doesn’t mean that we discriminate here."

"Oh y-yeah! I had twins! Brook, th-this is your twin b-brother Robert! Agn, fuck, Brandon, stop teasing already!"

(im sorry im so bored)
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After Run, Status: Rain-Soaked

Just another thing off the bucket list. There wasn't much thought behind it. Just a quick text to him that said, "go running with me."

A text back two minutes later that replied, "it's storming outside."

A response, more snappish than anything, stating, "you're not gonna melt."

It took forty-five minutes until they finished. The storm thickened more, if possible, drenching them with each heavy, soggy step they made through flooding streets and filthy puddles. They laughed all the while, the rain pouring so hard that their voices got lost in the sound of it all. Their usual loop took thirty minutes at the most on a normal, summer's day. The storm was an added bonus; playful shoves into showering trees and finding shelter under old gazebos they'd find in much other neighborhoods up and down the trail.

Her face was flushed staring at him while they took a break. She was cold and shivering profusely from the rain, but she'd manage for when they'd start again. He was to the side of her, arms leaning against the railing of the gazebo, eyes half-lidded in a very feral way as he stared out at the downpour. It was mesmerizing, the way she couldn't tell if it was his sweat dripping from her hair and down his face or the rain. His shirt was so soaked that it was see-through; all of those fine muscles that she'd been dreaming of touching just there. She could stop the run right then and there, but she decided not to.

"Two minutes, then we go again. No more stops," she said quietly. He glanced at her from the corner of her eye in a way that she couldn't see it. Then his eyes trailed downwards to her own clothing-- how tightly it clung to her like a second skin. How he could see the scars on her hips, arms, and legs from their childhood together. She was such a klutz back in the day. Now he couldn't look at her that same, brotherly way he once did. He wanted her. All of her. That was all that matters.

They barely caught their breaths as they stumbled through the doors of her house, him slamming her back against the way, lips messily meeting in such a way that their teeth clanked momentarily. Her legs found themselves tangled around his waist, arms hugging around his neck for dear life. Tongues intertwined, eyes closed, pupils dilating. When he pulled away, there was a string of saliva still attached to their tongues that broke, strand suiciding against her chin. Her breathing was shallow, as was his, and he could smell each part of her; the sweat. The rain.

The storm door was open, rain pooling into the house and splashing against the floor. He'd clean it later. For now, he was too caught up in pinning her to the floor and placing kisses down her neck. Her hands pressed into this hair, wanting more of his touch. More of his heat.

Her moans and gasps went barely unheard; they almost lost themselves in the cloudburst.

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After Run, Status: Rain-Soaked
Just another thing off the bucket list. There wasn't much thought behind it. Just a quick text to him that said, "go running with me."

A text back two minutes later that replied, "it's storming outside."

A response, more snappish than anything, stating, "you're not gonna melt."

It took forty-five minutes until they finished. The storm thickened more, if possible, drenching them with each heavy, soggy step they made through flooding streets and filthy puddles. They laughed all the while, the rain pouring so hard that their voices got lost in the sound of it all. Their usual loop took thirty minutes at the most on a normal, summer's day. The storm was an added bonus; playful shoves into showering trees and finding shelter under old gazebos they'd find in much other neighborhoods up and down the trail.

Her face was flushed staring at him while they took a break. She was cold and shivering profusely from the rain, but she'd manage for when they'd start again. He was to the side of her, arms leaning against the railing of the gazebo, eyes half-lidded in a very feral way as he stared out at the downpour. It was mesmerizing, the way she couldn't tell if it was his sweat dripping from her hair and down his face or the rain. His shirt was so soaked that it was see-through; all of those fine muscles that she'd been dreaming of touching just there. She could stop the run right then and there, but she decided not to.

"Two minutes, then we go again. No more stops," she said quietly. He glanced at her from the corner of her eye in a way that she couldn't see it. Then his eyes trailed downwards to her own clothing-- how tightly it clung to her like a second skin. How he could see the scars on her hips, arms, and legs from their childhood together. She was such a klutz back in the day. Now he couldn't look at her that same, brotherly way he once did. He wanted her. All of her. That was all that matters.

They barely caught their breaths as they stumbled through the doors of her house, him slamming her back against the way, lips messily meeting in such a way that their teeth clanked momentarily. Her legs found themselves tangled around his waist, arms hugging around his neck for dear life. Tongues intertwined, eyes closed, pupils dilating. When he pulled away, there was a string of saliva still attached to their tongues that broke, strand suiciding against her chin. Her breathing was shallow, as was his, and he could smell each part of her; the sweat. The rain.

The storm door was open, rain pooling into the house and splashing against the floor. He'd clean it later. For now, he was too caught up in pinning her to the floor and placing kisses down her neck. Her hands pressed into this hair, wanting more of his touch. More of his heat.

Her moans and gasps went barely unheard; they almost lost themselves in the cloudburst.
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Rhyming challenge! write a silly poem, rhyming one or all of the following words: hippopotamus, yeti, giraffe, capsule, abominable, frolicsome.
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UMMMM....

Hippopotamus

Prime-Optimus

Gretti the yeti

stepped in confetti

then went to hassle

in that capsule

something abominable

snowman uh

frolicsome.

...

Fuck.

The end.

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Rhyming challenge! write a silly poem, rhyming one or all of the following words: hippopotamus, yeti, giraffe, capsule, abominable, frolicsome.
Written by SelfTitled
UMMMM....
Hippopotamus
Prime-Optimus
Gretti the yeti
stepped in confetti
then went to hassle
in that capsule
something abominable
snowman uh
frolicsome.
...
Fuck.
The end.
*drops mic*
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