Monica wakes up the next morning feeling so confused. Look at her clock and sees it’s noon. “When did it become noon and how did I get home?”

“It was a struggle but I somehow managed.” Mike is walking into the room just wearing his boxes.” Monica cannot hide the shock on her face. “Don’t worry we didn’t do anything I slept on the couch, and I can’t exactly be wearing my clothes because someone decided it would be a wonderful idea to fall spilling their drink all over me. so wearing a crusty alcohol soaked suit was not happening.”

“I am so embarrassed. I am so sorry!”

Mike put his hand up to stop her. “Don’t worry. You had a lot of questions and kept shocking you that you went with the easy escape.”

“At least I only get drunk once a year or this would be really embarrassing.”

“What was really embarrassing was your friend Andrew coming over and finding me in my boxers in your kitchen.”

“Haha! Oh I will have to call Andrew and explain.”

“He has a key to your place?”

“Yep. He comes here about three times a week in the morning with coffee and we head to work together.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, he’s such an amazing friend, been there for me since I came here.”

“You didn’t grow up in San Fran?”

“Nope came here solo after my parents passed away.”

“Wow.”

“That’s what happens when you nineteen and your parents pass away. But it’s life.”

“Listen I get the no parents thing, they may have been there but they weren’t. Physically there but everything else, no. My dad has no clue about me even leaving New York. I’m not sure he even cares I’m in California. My mom isn’t much better. But it is what it is.”

“I’m sorry. I know doesn’t mean anything but mine were taken and didn’t have a choice while yours do. I know not helping but I couldn’t image in that.” Monica seemed to get lost in a world simply playing with the sheets. Mike take this cue and makes his way next to her just holding her. They stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon. Each getting lost in their own world but not wanting to loss the other person.

The world seemed to pass them by for the day letting them get take out and eating on the floor in her living room to watch a movie, vegged out, and got lost in conversation. Places they wish to travel to, places they’ve been, and making a destination place that they promise they will only go together to. Life they have lived. The life they saw themselves living, or at least that they were meant to have. Things they would have done differently and things they want to do differently now. Mike wants to make a difference for the local teens to have out reaches to feel safe at. While Monica wants to see what the city has to offer. She has lived in San Fransico for about four years and has yet to see all of it if it is not friend or work related she has not ventured over there.

Before either of them realize it they are face to face leaning on the couch with knees almost touching as they lay with blankets around them. Looking at each other unsure of what is come next. They realize it is now dark but neither of them seem to care. The moment has taken them over and all they can do is look into each others eyes wishing this will never end.

New story!

Okay so I am going to give it to you straight. The world is full of fuck ups. Here is where mine came in, one girl and three guys. Not boys those you don’t want to even bother with. If you feel yourself calling a guy or men a boy, run! Also this is not anything freaky so those of you thinking to run away listen, you’re really going to miss out. But go a head turn away. Now for those of you staying listen here. For those of you young single ladies, not girls or whores or still in high school, but ladies you know where I am coming from. Your single and happy because you can stand firmly on your two feet and don’t need direction from anyone else. But having someone there to spend some time with and make you feel special, yes special not to question yourself - basically how a douche boy makes you feel, but just makes you smile.

Well here is my life with guys were making me feel special. Yes its plural that was not a mistake. The range of them falling in age was, one older, one my year, and one younger. I wasn’t cougar status or anything simply a puma but never saw that happening. Well every girl gives another girl props but we all just want to meet a good guy at the end of the day. I meet three. You may be wondering how on earth I was able to meet three nice guys, right place right time I guess. Nice guys are easily over looked because when on the prawl they easily go over looked. I was not looking for anyone I was simply trying to meet new people to get some friends, and so the story goes.

Well welcome to my story. A young lady trying to make some friends and end of crushing on some guys. 

Wedding and a Play-date

What can I say about my first crush. Everyone has one. Same as most people have a first day of kindergarten. Now I don't remember our first meeting. Nor when I knew I liked him. It is more the actions and experiences we shared. Defending him when another girl was trying to steal his attention from me. Running up to him and giving him a kiss. The moments of being innocent children of playing in the pool or running around the jungle gym.

The sunny blond hair with water blue eyes stole my heart as a five year old. I thought we would get married. I would become the next Mrs. McKay. Now obviously I would not get married at five. But we would grow out of our velcro shoes together. Learning to tie our shoes. Maybe even tie each others.

From shoes tying comes the dressing ourselves. Learning how to write. All this we would learn together. Before we could grow young together we first had to speak to one another.

Which honestly was no issue for me. I was not shy. I would and will walk up to strangers and just talk to them. But not this time. This boy staring at me with his light, ocean, welcoming eyes simply left me speechless. I would only admire Tyler from afar. Watch him while he played and shared with our classmates. But one weekend while going to my brothers soccer game Tyler was there. Why is he here? This isn't school its family time. Now my family will know everything it will be, hey Tyler. I spoke. Words were coming out of my mouth? From there we went on the play our games and let our relationship grow. 

When school came all the other girls had to know he was mine. All mine.

At school I felt it as if I was at a higher power than the rest of my class. I was the one everyone wanted to be friends with. All the girls wanted to talk to me. The teacher want to call on me all the time. I would go on to have amazing grades, have all the IVY Leagues wanting me. I would get the best job and our life was set.

There was one issue though. I was not that only girl that wanted his attention. A girl names Charlie liked Tyler as well. Charlie was the one who was to go to the attendance office to give who was here and who was not. Everyone wanted to go with her. Charlie and I were friends so I was the one who would normally go with her. It wasn’t a question. Our teacher would call her then I would meet her at the door and we would head out. This time she passed me and went straight for Tyler. She asked him to go and he looked over at me. This was not happening Tyler was mine. Charlie knew it. He was mine. All mine.

Tyler went to walk with Charlie but I stop them. Charlie was like me with always wanting things her way. She was a bully. I knew how to deal with bullys. I was the bully. I pulled on her hand to start walking but she pulled away telling Tyler to go with her. Tyler was a sweet heart he would just go to not have issues. Even let Charlie and sometimes me walk over him and not say a word. I would not to back down. I was the one to go with her. Either I would go or no one would go. She hit me. No one hits me. I slapped her so hard her face turned red. She instantly started crying and ran out of the room. I just want back to my circle of friends like nothing happened.

Not sure how the next few days went. I have blocked out a lot of my kindergarden experience. They didn’t like me there. Would continuously send me for counseling or send me home. Either way the school knew I did not like them. They have no problem showing they did not like me. It was a Christian school, not very Christ spirited if you ask me. First the banned me from going to school for a few days. Who bans a six year old. Apparently if its laundry day and you can only wear certain items of clothing, and all you have of those items are black, your a sinner, hate God, and worship Satan. I was six. Then if you do not hang out with all of your white classmates and you hang out with the chinese or black students you are a racist and are in need of help. Yes. I was a six year old who worshipped Satan and was racist. That was me. I walked a fine line my time there. Maybe it was better to walk to my own beat. I was better off. My friends there either left the school or the stuck it out.

I know Tyler did. It was probably the only thing he could hold on to. His family fell apart when his brother becoming a drug addict. I don’t know all the details. All I know is that one day he came home and attack his father and hospitalized him.

I knew our time together was short but we spent a lot of time together. It was just the two of us. On day in my backyard we were running around because it was a beautiful sunny day and what else do you do as a kid? My backyard seemed as if it was miles long. We ran through the jungle gym, swung on my swing, then ending the day with a hide and seek. When it was his turn to count I waited till he had two counts left. I ran up from behind him. He seemed so at peace and angelic. While I was a wild women. Charging down to stop in front of him and I kissed him. It only lasted a second. So quick. I jumped. Then I ran away as quickly as I ran up to him. Nothing happened after it. I ran away.