Bonerama!

So today I get a text msg from Sam in 3rd period

"Hey I really need to talk to u about something thats been on my mind for a while"

I'm thinking all day about this. I'm nervous about what she has to say.



I always do whenever I get a text msg like this. Oops!

I worry too much, but oh well, I'm never disappointed because I expect every possible outcome.

I go over to her house and we're taking turns checking facebook, talkin about more bullshit gossip. It's all good, I enjoy it.

So I finally ask," what is it you wanted to talk about?"
It was bothering me all day and I anxious to find out.

We reseat ourselves on the couch that her cat pisses on all the time. But I can't smell it.

She then starts to say something but I don't remember because I was trying to adjust the way I was sitting ( she's always telling me I sit in the most weird positions and this was going to be a serious conversation so I was trying my hardest to sit normally for a change) I still ended up in some fucked up position. Oh well fuck it.

Sam tells me she knows I like her a lot. Like a LOT. But she doesn't feel the same way about me.

She admitted she likes me but not as much as I like her.

Eh, I was half expecting it anyways. I wasn't bummed out or anything, in fact, I'm great.

I'm actually pretty fuckin good.

So she said she wasn't ready for a relationship and I understand. It's all good, I'll give her time.

"You ARE the nicest guy I've ever known."

Dayum, no one has ever said that to me before. And that was the NICEST thing anyone has ever said to me.

I'm touched.

Anyways, she says more.

"What makes me different from other girls?"

I respond,"Oh my god, you are the coolest girl I know. In fact one of the coolest people ever because what's strange is we have the same sense of humor and act the same in a lot of situations. What's crazy is I usually have male friends, (my guy-girl friend ratio is like 7-1) and I met a girl who is the bomb.com and that's sick nasty."

We exchanged nice things about each other until finally....

I find myself playing with her pussy. So soft, so pink, so wet.

Just fucking with you. That shit didn't happen.

We talk about a lot more stuff. Mostly about how we'll remain good friends and maybe in the future something might happen between us.

She's too much fun.

And this time we didn't have an awkward goodbye.

Since I'm not trying to impress her on prom, I'm getting wasted (well, maybe not totally smashed). It's going to be fucking awesome.

Though she ended our relationship, it was short and sweet, and she'll always be close to my heart.