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Baby Bump

Categories Fiction, Erotica, Romance, Teen

Author: Hanging Eagle

Published: 20 February 2018

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Baby Bump

By Hanging Eagle

Calvin Hensley was awake in cold sweat long before the alarm clock buzzed annoyingly on top the drawer. He only got a little, if at all any sleep the previous night. He rolled over and knocked the stupid thing off the drawer. It didn't stop buzzing and he didn't bother picking it up. He just laid there thinking about something about the Swiss being pretty confident in their chances of victory if they included a corkscrew on their army knife or something about penguins.

High school was really difficult, especially for a nerd like Calvin. When they were in junior high school, he and his friend Rich made a map of the school lunch tables according to popularity. This was easy to do because kids only ate lunch with others of about the same popularity. They graded them from A to E. A tables were full of football players and cheerleaders and so on. E tables contained the kids with mild cases of Down's Syndrome, what in the language of the time they called "retards."

They sat at a D table, as low as they could get without looking physically different. They were not being especially candid to grade themselves as D. It would have taken a deliberate lie to say otherwise. Everyone in the school knew exactly how popular everyone else was, including them.

It was on a Monday morning, the first day of senior year. Now, normally, it would have been like any other day, but It wasn't. You see, Calvin was about to enter a scholarship program. He had just moved from the US to Canada to live with his aunt, Martha. So, in a way, it was like the first day of high school all over again.

It was the A.B. Noel Endowed Scholarship for Wood River seniors or graduates, or current Central Community College-Grand Island science students into Oxford University in England. Applicants must attend CCC-Grand Island or Concorida Community College and have a 3.0 high school GPA or 2.8 college GPA. Preference was given to majors in chemistry, physics, and electrical technology.

He had maths class that morning. It wasn't that bad although many of the students were looking at him funny, which said a lot because, in his former school, he didn't get more than a glance or two his way. He thought he tied his shoelaces properly and he knew for certain he didn't have food stuck in his hair.

"I've seen nuns dressed better than you." Said a chubby student behind him.

That got a few other students giggling in class. He thought of a witty comeback, but he had nothing to say to him. Calvin managed to turn and get a good look at the chubby student behind him. He had a round face with freckles on both cheeks. His inhaler was peeking out of his chest pocket. He wasn't a bully, Calvin thought. He didn't look like one, especially with the dorky glasses he had on.

It was lunchtime and Calvin was seated alone. Apparently, he didn't have any friends and of course, no one wanted to sit with the new kid. He didn't particularly crave for social acceptance, but he wouldn't mind if he had someone to talk to, it was only natural. He tried to grasp the contrast of the social groups in his new school while he ate his lunch.

"I'm embarrassed to be seen with you and that's coming from me." Said the chubby kid from math class as he sat beside him.

"Then sit somewhere else." Calvin shrugged.

"I think you're attracted to me in a weird and homosexual way."

"What?!" He almost choked on his sandwich.

"This is where I usually sit. Well, me and my mates."

"Honestly, this isn't going to be too hard of a sell." Said a tall, skinny-looking fellow taking a sit across the table from him. "Of the top 10 highest grossing movies worldwide, 9 out of 10 of them involve superheroes. Star Wars: Episode 1, Avengers, Avatar, Boy-Wizards, Pirates and Toys. The lone holdout? Titanic. Expand it to the top 20? Even more superhero movies."

Calvin nodded lightly in a way that showed he and the skinny fellow knew what they were talking about and he showed genuine interest.

"Who are you?"Asked the skinny fellow.

"Oh, he's the new homosexual weirdo." The chubby kid chipped in.

"Are there other homosexual weirdos?" Calvin gave him a stupid look.

"Does that question justify the fact that you accept being a homosexual weirdo?"

At that moment, Calvin realized his stance in the social paradigm of events.

"How's this for a pickup line? If I had a star every time you brightened my day, I'd have a galaxy in my hands." The chubby one asked.

"Are you seriously gonna go through with it?" Asked the skinny one.

"Yeah. It's not good enough?"

"I think it's neat," Calvin said.

"Yeah. If you're looking to chat up your second cousin who had so much pity for you she would let you screw her." The skinny kid said with a full mouth. "You're talking about chatting up Merrily Summers, right?"

"Yeah." The chubby one replied.

"Get her a red matching Victoria Secrets and she'll go out with you. Turns out flowers or crappy pick-up lines don't mean a lot from where she comes from. She's kind of a slut like that."

That was Barry Griffith and Irwin Jones, respectively. They were members of Calvin's new social group or clique if you will. Every group of friends was diverse and its members each held a unique role. While every clique was different, there were common roles in which members tend to fall into, example, the funny one, the eccentric one, the introverted one, the superficial one, the list went on. Perhaps the most appreciated and what Calvin believed to be the best role he could have in a group, or in life for that matter, is the cool-headed one — Arthur Wolfe.

Arthur was a guy who had all of the qualities of a nerd such as playing video games, reading comic books, liking Star Wars, and so on but also had a social acceptance, sense of personal style, and great confidence when expressing his intellect.

After a few number of days that were surprisingly passable for fun times, Calvin became familiar with the going-on of things and events. He hung out a lot with Irwin, Barry, Arthur. Arthur was the flagship and most important member of the group. Now among the four of them, Calvin was often regarded as the good looking one. The others weren't unattractive per se but He had always been labeled as generally cute in a youthful and fun-spirited way.

"Have you ever been with a girl before, Calvin?" Arthur asked once when they were in the library.

"Once or twice, I don't keep a record," he said not taking my eyes off the book I was reading.

"It's a wonderful feeling when you're with a girl, especially if that girl is Mia."

"I can only imagine."

"You know Mia, she's one the sweet girls."

"Okay." He hoped Arthur's choice of conversion would change. It didn't.

"Last year I almost asked her out, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She has a way of telling guys off without actually saying anything." He sighed. "She's probably gay, but that only makes her hotter."

"I thought you were dating Lucy."

"I broke up with her."


"She said she didn't want to see me anymore and I found that insulting."

"I thought things were going well. What happened?" He set the book down.

"I don’t know, she didn't even give me a reason, but it's okay I'm fine."

"Of course you’re fine." Calvin continued reading. "Not every member of a species finds a mate. Sir Isaac Newton died a virgin, look at the contributions he made to science."

"I’m not a virgin, Calvin."

"So now you think you’re better than Isaac Newton? Oh, no wonder women don’t like you."

"You can be a prick sometimes."

"What? You said you were fine."

"Sometimes people say things they don’t mean."

"Oh, that’s a paradox. I mean if you meant what you just said, then that means you may not have meant what you just said."

When Calvin got home, he thought hard about all he had accomplished socially. It wasn't much but it gave him a sense of satisfaction. He had kissed a girl before and it wasn't awkward in a way that they didn't talk to each other when they stopped being intimate which was only after a few days they kissed. The closest he came to the sexual satisfaction that didn't involve his right hand and his mind was when Megan Blake gave him a hand-job in a dark movie theater after he caught her with a jock from college. When he asked for sex, she dumped him. She reluctantly went out with him because he helped her with her homework.

The following day in class, Calvin could smell wet wool, because it had been raining with a little hint of sun ray peeking over the gloomy clouds. Every student wore a green, woolen jersey. The girls wore oatmeal swollen tights. No doubt some of the students stuffed their waste between the bar heaters and the wall because it was after lunch and eleven students ate their lunches in class. He heard the rain outside started to drizzle and students from an adjacent classroom about to visit the library. He heard someone at the back of the room tapping a ruler on the desk absentmindedly.

The sun that reflected through the water drops after summer rain was beautiful. A painting, painstakingly drawn from blood, tears, and passion, was beautiful. Love was beautiful. To say that Mia Monroe was beautiful was an understatement. She was like seeing the last single beam of light from the sunset illuminating the surface of the endless ocean. She was like a painted masterpiece, with its greatness so absolute making the artist go mad with the realization of never achieving anything nearly as perfect. She was like love. The one and only love. The kind of love that one would find themselves lucky to perceive only for a blink of an eye. The kind of love artist and musicians had tried to pinpoint since the dawn of art. Mia Monroe was simply gorgeous beyond proper comprehension. She was the girl that just walked into the classroom and Calvin's sense of reasoning found its way out.

"Hi." She waved at him and passed to her seat at the back of the class.

He couldn't focus anymore. He wanted to talk to her, to hold her hands at least. He would turn back occasionally to look at her. He memorized the time it took her crimson red locks of hair to dry out the moisture from the dropping rain. She caught him staring a few times, but she only responded with a warm smile that melted his soul. She would often giggle to the whispers of girly chatter she and her friends made behind him or maybe she was giggling because he was being a goof.

"Hey." He called her attention after the class.

"Hi, you look familiar, do I know you?" Her voice was sweet and welcoming.

"Um. I'm not sure. I'm kind of new here."

"Okay. What's up?"

"N—nothing." He stammered and looked for words to say as he got lost in her lovely hazel eyes. "I can't stop staring at you."

"Okay. That's not creepy at all." She giggled.

"If I had a star every time you brightened my day, I'd have a galaxy in my hands."

She smiled and he could see dimples on her cheeks. "That's cute, but we've only just met. Listen, I gotta go."

"Can I get your number?" He almost didn't realize when those words sputtered from his lips.

"Sure." She brought out a pen from her jeans pocket and reached for his fingers.

Her hands were so soft and smooth like fine cotton it was almost like she wasn't even touching him. He could smell her perfume from where he stood. It was an absolute delight. The tip of the pen tingled his palm and the softness of her hands invited him to a feeling of gentle pleasure.

"Call me sometime." She looked up at him. "I think I know you from somewhere."

He didn't take a shower when he got home from school. He thought deeply where she must have seen me. That was probably why she gave him her number. He was sure she didn't give it to everyone who asked, that would be a little off even for a sweet girl like her. She had a cheerful character and a soothing voice. She was the kind of girl he fantasized about; not in a lustful manner, but in a way that made him want to coddle her warmth of pure goodness.

"Alright, just a few more feet, and here we are gentlemen, the Gates of Elzebub," Arthur said.

"Good lord!" Barry murmured with his eyes fixated on the screen of his laptop.

"Don’t panic, this is what the last thirteen hours have been about," Calvin said calmly.

"Stay frosty, there's a horde of armed goblins on the other side of that gate guarding the Sword of Azeroth."

"Warriors, unsheathe your weapons, magic wielders raise your wands," he commanded.

"Lock and load." Said Irwin eagerly.

"Irwin, blow up the gates."

"Blowing the gates. Control, shift, B! Oh, my God, so many goblins!"

"Don’t just stand there, slash and move, slash and move!" Arthur shouted.

"Stay in formation."

"Calvin, you’ve got one on your tail," Arthur warned.

"That’s alright, my tail’s prehensile, I’ll swat him off."

"I’ve got him, Calvin. Tonight I spice my meat with goblin blood!" Screamed Barry.

"Barry no, it’s a trap, they’re flanking us!"

"Oh, he’s got me."

"He’s got, Barry. Arthur, use your sleuth spell. Arthur! Arthur!"

"I’ve got the Sword of Azeroth!" Arthur shouted with pride.

"Arthur! Forget the sword, help Barry."

"There is no more Arthur Wolfe, I am the Sword-master!"

"Calvin look out!"

"Dammit man, we’re dying here."

"Goodbye, peasants." Arthur laughed.

"The bastard disappeared."

"He’s selling the Sword of Azeroth on eBay." Said Barry.

"You betrayed us for money, who are you?"

"I’m a rogue knight elf, don’t you people read character descriptions? Wait, wait, wait, somebody just clicked buy it now.”

"I am the Sword-master!" Irwin sprang up from the couch and was more than happy to inform.

"That's thirteen hours down the drain."

"So, are you gonna call her?" Barry set his laptop on the coffee table.

"No," Arthur interjected, "If you really want her to like you, give her her space."

"What are you talking about?" Irwin walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "That woman has defiled all logic known to man by giving you her contact information. Clinging unto her like a lost pup is the very best you can do to win her sincere affection."

"Excuse me." Calvin picked up his phone from the table and went into the bathroom.

"Hello?" A darling voice called from it.

"Mia, it's Calvin. We met after history class."

"Yeah, I remember. How did you know my name? I never told it to you."

"I um—" he searched profoundly for words to say, "I took a guess."

"Really? You took a guess?" She said with an inkling of playfulness behind her voice.

"Yeah, I'm good like that. So anyway, I was wondering if—"

"—If we could go out for tea sometime?"

"Um. Yeah. How did you do that?"

"I took a guess. I'm good like that, too, Calvin." She giggled heartily. "I'm free tomorrow."

"That works for me." He smiled ear to ear and he didn't bother if his cheeks were hurting.

"Alright. Great. There's a cute café I like. I'll text you the address or can you guess that too?"

"It was a lucky guess. I'm not that good."

She laughed sweetly and hung up.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. The only thing that put him to sleep that night was the thought of a pregnant woman being a human submarine if she took a swim in the pool. The next day, he borrowed Aunt Martha's car and drove to a small café that wasn't too far from his school. He thought it was probably where she and her friends hung out.

He arrived an hour too early, but that gave him enough time to come up with interesting conversation topics to keep her interested in whatever vibe they had going on. He was a nerd and she was the most popular girl in school. There was no real logic to explain what they were doing at that café. Was it a date? Was she drunk? Had she been drunk since they met?

After a while, the lady of the night walked in.

"I saw you sitting here, and I just had to come tell you you have the most striking sense of style I've seen all day." She beamed.

"How's your evening going?" Calvin offered her a sit across the table from where he sat.

"Well, depends on how this goes." She claimed the cup of tea on the table. "I thought we were having tea, where's yours?"

"I've already had like three cups. Don't worry about me."

"I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no." He sat back down. "I came a bit early, that's all. So tell me, Canadian native or you come from somewhere far away?"

"New York, born and raised." She sipped her tea. "Where are you from?"

"Right now or originally?"

"Um. Right now."

"Right now I'm a Canadian native. Well, not native, but I live here if that counts for anything."

"Of course, it does. You go to school here." She traced her fingers around the brim of her teacup. "How long have you lived here?"

"That's a good question, how long have I lived here? Um. I guess about two months. What are your plans after college?"

"I've always thought myself to be a paralegal."

"Oh cool, cool. Does that mean you aspire to be a lawyer someday, and you see how much work your boss has to do and say, Never for me?"

"I might be a lawyer someday. Actually, I'm not really into it. I'm doing it because that's what my dad wants." She sipped a little and set the cup down.

"You like it?"

"It's okay, I guess."

"Okay, well, why do you want to do something that's just okay? Why not do something that's amazing?"

"There are no amazing career choices." She chuckled.

"There's got to be an amazing job out there somewhere."

"Like what?" She fingered strands of her curly red hair behind her ear.

"Like well, I don't know. If you could do anything else in the world and get paid the same as what you'd get paid being a lawyer, what would you do instead?"

"Hmm, well, maybe I would work as a vet."

"A veterinarian?"


"Wow, that's different from being a paralegal. What, you signed up for the wrong school or something by accident?"

She laughed. "No, my dad just thought there were more opportunities to make a better salary in law."

"I see. Think you'll stay in the legal profession forever?"

"Um. Maybe like five to ten years."

"Then what?"

"I don't know, that's a long time from now. Actually, I do some creative stuff on the side."

"Really, like what?"

"Paint, mostly. Take some photographs. I'd like to get my own studio." She brought the cup to her parted lips.

"Really? I love photography." He was actively seeking to bond with her over her artistic pursuits. "You take pretty good pictures?"

"No, I'm terrible!" She set the cup down on the table. "I can't even use a digital camera."

"You can't be that bad. You must have at least some good pictures."

"No, really. All my pictures suck!"

He laughed a little. "Well, sometime I'll give you some pointers. What else do you do that's creative?"

"Not really anything."

"There must be something."

"No, really! I'm the most uncreative person on Earth."

"Well, you do a lot of hard work for a law firm you don't want to get into. You've got to get creative to get some of it done sometimes."

He wouldn't let her win this frame battle. Of course, she did something creative. He had to get creative himself to paint her as a creative person, but he was doing it to build her up, so it was okay. If he let her won by implying she didn't meet a standard he had set, he would lose. He couldn't stick around and continue showing as much interest in a girl who had failed his screen. Thus, he refused to let her fail and found a way to help her pass. She saw this and viewed it as him really being on her side because he was trying to help her win himself over. Did all kinds of good for him.

"Maybe. Well, I do draw. More like a doodle. Does that count?"

"Of course. Millions of ways you can be creative. So do you make money through photography?"

"No, actually, I'm kind of a struggling."

"I have a part-time job, which is what I lean on for the bills."

"What's your part-time job?"

"I manage petty scientific projects at a company downtown."

"Oh, that's good."

"No way! It's boring as hell. I want my superintendent to take off so I can stop riding a desk all day, falling asleep in front of my computer."

She giggled.

"Yeah, seriously. How'd we end up trading our time for money? I wanted to be James Bond and go travel the world, killing bad guys and seducing beautiful women."

"You'd be great at that, I think. Let me know if you do that, maybe I'll go with you for a few missions."

"You can be my Bond girl."


"Too bad the Bond girl is different in every movie. I kind of like you. Maybe I'll lobby the writers to keep you around for two movies. Like, a sequel or something."

She was laughing sincerely. "So tell me about yourself; I don't know anything about you." She sipped her tea.

"Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Well, for one, do you travel during summer?"

"No. Do you?

"A little bit."

"Where have you been?"

"A bunch of places. Well, tell me this: if you could go anywhere you wanted in the world, where would you go?"

"Um. Europe, maybe?"

"Like, where in Europe?"

"France. I think France would be so romantic and wonderful. And I love French food."

"And French ladies, perhaps."

"French ladies are a little too posh for me."

"I haven't been to France, but I have been to Italy. Definitely could be described as romantic and wonderful. Oh man, the food there is so good. And the people, everyone is beautiful. Even people in their forties and fifties. It's not like over here, where everyone over thirty-five is fat." She went on with absolute enthusiasm. "There, even if you're fifty years old, you're still thin and dress well and in bright colors, and live well and take good care of yourself and look good. And the buildings, and the architecture. What a beautiful place."

"It sounds amazing. Maybe Italy will be where we do our James Bond mission."

"The first one or the second one?"

"Well, let's plan for the first one. I'm not sure if the writers will let me have the same girl in two movies yet or not."

She laughed. "So you're not much of a traveler. What do you do for fun?"

"I play video games sometimes."

"So you're one of those nerdy guys?"

He laughed.

"Seriously though."

"Well, you know, hang out with friends, go to movies, eat at restaurants."

"Do you guys need anything else?" Asked a blonde waiter who served Calvin earlier as she took away Mia's saucer.

"No, thank you," Mia told her and turned to him. "What else do you do?"

"Um. That's about it."

"Okay, cool."

"What do you do?"

"Mostly just chill. My life is pretty boring and uninteresting, I just like to make it sound exciting. Can't even remember the last time I had a near-death experience."

They both laughed.

"Family live in the city still?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Mom and dad."

"Brothers and sister?"

"One brother. He moved out to California."

"Smart man. He likes sunshine and fake boobs, I'm guessing."

"Yeah." She chuckled. "That sounds about right. Do you have siblings?"

"Well, no, but when I was little, I had a friend, a girl, we both did everything together. We didn't have a lot in common and it was hard for us to get along sometimes, but it felt nice sharing your life with someone so different from you."

"How do you share your life with someone like that?"

He sighed. "Well, we grew up together. I used to appreciate all of her drawings and her awkward paintings. She was always there when I needed someone to talk to and we were a big influence on each other."

"In what way did you influence her?"

"Um. She came from a background where nothing was ever good enough and it was something that weighed heavily on her, but in our house together, it was the sense of just trying stuff. You know, allowing each other to feel and be excited about things. That was liberating for her."

"Hmm..." She sighed.

"It was exciting to see her grow. Both of us grew and changed together. That was also the hard part. Growing with her and growing apart or changing without it scaring the other person. I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind, passing into arguments and defending myself against something she said about me."

"I know what you mean. Last week my feelings were hurt by something someone said before that I don't know what it feels like to lose someone and I caught myself thinking about it over and over and I realized that I was simply remembering it as something that was wrong with me. That was the story I was telling myself; that I was somehow inferior." She was physically wistful. "The past is just a story we tell ourselves."

There was a brief moment of silence before her phone chimed alive on the table.

"You should get that."

"No, no, go on." She put her phone away. Her elbow rested on the table and her chin sat on her palm. "What was her name?"

"Mia." His eyes were set on her gaze.

She sneered, "It was like you always wanted me to be this, this light, happy, balanced, everything-is-fine kind of person and that was just not me."

"I didn't want that."

"It did make me sad that you couldn't handle real emotions, Calvin."

"They were real emotions. How would you know if..."


He shook his head.

"Say it. Am I really that scary? Say it. How would I know what?!"

He said nothing.

"You always wanted to have a friend without the actual challenges of dealing with anything real. I'm glad that we got separated. It's perfect!" She shook her head in discontent and looked at him with sheer antipathy. "I'm gonna go." She stood up.

"Mia?" He looked up at her.

She was gone.

It was not anxiety he was feeling for the next couple of days and it didn't have anything to do with mortality or existentialism. It was the feeling one got when one became acutely aware that time was passing. An observant sadness yet simultaneous joy and nostalgia. He thought it was one of those things he had no words for, like sitting on a grassy hill and suddenly becoming completely aware of gravity holding him onto the earth's surface, and imagining that if it were to stop suddenly, he would simply float outwards from the surface of the earth into the vast nothingness of space.

Mia Monroe was a little ray of sunshine. When she was little, she would draw on almost anything; be it walls, doors, toys, her bed, and even Calvin's bed. He tried obviously hiding all her writing implements so she didn't turn his room into a psychedelic horror house, but he still found little scribbles when tidying up or moving furniture. A classic one was smiley faces on the landing wall. He tried to see the positive in it. At least, they were happy and not demonic scribbles. Another classic was when he removed his white mattress from the bed and she had colored it in underneath through the bed struts.

They were immediate neighbors to each other. Almost inseparable. It was on a Friday night, they were in Calvin's room where he was helping her understand basic physics when her dad walked in.

"Mia, honey, come on we have to go." He said.

It was close to eight in the evening. That was the time she usually went home so, Calvin thought it was normal. The next day, he went over and knocked on her front door. No one answered. He peeked through the window and all the furniture were gone. He was old enough to realize what had happened. He became empty on the inside, just like her empty old living room.

"I felt cheated because I was so determined to tell you that we were moving. And we did, and I ran out of time." She said to him on the phone that evening. "I wish I'd spent less time focused on making sure we didn't move, and more time on telling you what you meant to me."

"What did I mean to you?"

"Everything, Calvin. You're my best friend and I love you."

"You didn't say that when you were here with me."

"I know. I'm sorry. I messed up."

"Don't be. You didn't move. Your parents did and it's probably for the best."

"We can make it work!" He could here an indication of happiness in her voice.


"Long distance relationship."

"No, Mia. I don't want to hold you back."

"You're not holding me back."

"I am. Don't worry about me."

"Calvin?" She sobbed. "Please..."

"Oh, Mia, you can't reach your full potential if you keep thinking about someone miles away." He thought that would have made things easier.

She sniffled. "You sound like my stupid dad and I hate you!"

They didn't talk to each other after that. He tried calling the number she called him with after a while, but it was no longer available. They lost contact with each other and they pretty much forgot about one another. He was introverted and in a way that he couldn't express his feelings about something or someone and that was one thing she tried to help him with. After she left, it didn't matter anymore and all his friends were mostly just awkward social misfits. His right hand became his new best friend.

"Mi chiemo Irwin," Irwin said.

"No. It's Mi chiamo Irwin." Arthur corrected, gesturing.

"Mi chiamo Irwin." Irwin mimicked the gesture.

"What's that?"

"That's what you did. I assumed in a number of languages that the gesture was part of the phrase."

"Well, it's not."

"How am I supposed to know that? As a teacher, it's your obligation to separate your personal idiosyncrasies from the subject matter."

"You know I'm really glad to decide to learn Italian."


"Once you're fluent, you'll have a billion more people to annoy instead of me."

Barry walked in. "Hey."

"Asino sifilitico," said Irwin.

"You just called Barry a syphilitic donkey."

"My apologies, Barry, I'm only as good as my teacher."

"Why are you learning Italian?" Barry set his backpack beside the couch where Irwin and Arthur sat.

"I believe Mario's Palace is passing off pepperoni as small chops of a stake instead of beef and I intend to confront them."

"If I were you, I'd be more concerned about what they're passing off as beef."

"This sandwich is a nutritional disaster." Irwin looked at the snack he was holding. "I asked for turkey and roast beef with lettuce and swiss on whole wheat."

"What did they give you?" Barry asked while he walked over to the fridge.

"Turkey and roast beef with swiss and lettuce on whole wheat." He paused. "It's the right ingredients but in the wrong order. In a proper sandwich, the cheese is adjacent to the bread to create a moisture barrier against the lettuce. They might as well drag this thing through a car wash."

"I don't believe it," Calvin said from the desk where he sat.

"I know. It's basic culinary science."

"No. Comic-con tickets are about to go on sale."

"Those things sell out incredibly fast." Arthur jumped off the couch. "Where's my phone?!"

"Relax, I'll order one for each of us."

Arthur walked over to where Calvin was.

"Speaking of tickets," Barry ransacked the fridge for food. "I manage to get an invite to Merilyn Summers birthday party."

"Was she drunk when she handed it to you?"

"Well, her shirt was still on her body, so, no, she was not drunk."

"Hm. So you managed to woo her after all." Irwin smirked. "Good for you."

"Yeah. I'm kind of a chick-magnet. Anyway, she invited you, too, Calvin."

"Wait a minute, just Calvin? What about me?!"

"Sorry, Arthur, it's just Calvin."

"Do you think she has a thing for you, playboy?" Arthur nudged Calvin on the shoulder.

"Uh? What?"

"Merilyn Summers birthday party?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

"I noticed you kind of zoom out on conversations lately. Is this about Mia? I thought you were over that."

He sighed. "I try to. She just keeps finding a way back into my head."

"Do you know what I do when I can't get over someone?"

"Does it involve beautiful women at the beach with low self-esteem?"

"Never mind."

That summer, Merilyn Summers, the head cheerleader, was hosting a teenage party for her eighteenth birthday. The weather was glorious, and the forecasts were good. Calvin was reluctant and had run out of excuses to give to Barry as to why he didn't want to go to the party. Merilyn Summers got the bit between her teeth. She had almost all the guys from the football team make playlists and rig up lighting around the house. She made a party invitation page on Facebook.

The party was a roaring success. The neighbors shut their windows and claimed to have slept through all of it even though they obviously couldn't get any sleep, but who could blame them? Merilyn Summers was as sweet as a slice of vanilla. Nobody ended up in the ER, though Calvin did spend a worrying half hour trying to rouse an unconscious boy in the bathroom. And there was only minor damage to the garden; plants trodden on and a plum tree annoyingly stripped of unripe plums.

It was his very first teenage party and he wondered why teenagers didn't go to parties just to drink, talk and dance and pick up new partners. Of course, ts boring as hell. I want my superintendent to take off so I can stop riding a desk all day, falling asleep in front of my computer.hey did all of that–and to excess. But at that party, it was also an opportunity to experiment, a quest for new experiences, a license to do everything they had never dared to attempt at their own homes. They were brimming with energy, curiosity, and untapped athleticism. So they hanged scaffolding and had sword fights with the curtain poles and slid headfirst down the banisters. Their Gollum-like little fingers were everywhere, stealing pills in the bathroom, tipping out spice jars, melting plastic spoons over the cooker and rifling the search engines for pornography. Calvin was doubting any teenager could hold a sneaky party without their parents finding out. They always left something, but Mr. and Mrs. Summers didn't care as long as their daughter had good grades and the house was tidy whenever they were around.

Barry had forgotten a half-empty bottle of Malibu on the sofa and went up the stairs. Calvin went up to look for him because it was almost daybreak and they had to leave. His fingers trailed along the wall as he walked down the hallway towards an exceptional door that seemed ajar.

"Leave him alone, Mer, or he's gonna piss out his balls."

"You like spying on naked girls, don't you, perv?" Merilyn asked sluttery.

"No." Calvin head Barry say.

"Shut up!" Merilyn ordered abruptly. "Where did you hide the webcam?"

"I did nothing, I swear."

"Shut up. Take your pants off and your panties, too, man-child."

"Unless you want to fuck me, I'm not taking off my pants."

"Should I electrocute your testicles?"

"That's not even a real—Ahhh!!!"

Barry screamed in torment and Calvin immediately burst into the room to see what was happening.

Merilyn looked sharply at his direction. "Calvin?"

At first, the darkness of the room must have deceived him or else his eyes were confused and dazzled by the glare of the reading lamp. For five seconds he could make out nothing at all but dark lumps of furniture, the mass of the chest of drawers by the wall. He could see what looked like a stun gun in Merilyn's hand. He thought she must have used it on Barry who was spasming like an idiot on the floor.

"I've been looking for you all night long." She walked towards him with the gun in her hand and a smirk on her face. "Well, me and Mia, Of course."

He stepped back a little before realizing a girl was sitting on a big sofa with her legs folded against her chest beside the reading lamp.

"Don't be scared, I don't bite. Although, there was this one time."

"For Christ's sake, Mer, quit being an obnoxious coquette," Mia said.

"Excuse me," she turned towards Mia, "but two guys, well, one guy and a pervert walked into my room uninvited, do I sell cookies and lemonade in here?"

"No, but your breasts are fucking huge. I bet you'd make extra money if you sell your breast milk instead of lemonade." Said Barry from the wooden floor.

Merilyn kicked him hard in the nuts. "Shut up, perv!"

Mia walked to where Calvin was standing. She held his hands and led him to the sofa. He sat and she sat on his laps and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her legs were folded so her naked feet were resting on his crotch. He put his arm around her waist and held her close as he caressed her midriff softly.

"Can I ask you a question?" Mia said softly to him.


"Does a drug still count as an antidepressant if its number one side effect is uncontrollable weeping?"

"Have you been taken antidepressants?"

"Hm-mm. I was so mad at you because you made me sad. I really missed you."

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you."

"I know." She trailed her fingers down his chest. "I'm exhausted."

Barry was convulsing and groaning in pain on the floor. His fingers eagerly protected his member from the brutality of Merilyn Summers who stood over him like she was his mistress.

"Does it hurt, Barry?" She asked.


"Just tell me where you hid the webcam and I'll let you go."

"It's in mister Raspberry Jam's eyes." He nodded at the pink teddy bear that sat on the top shelf.

She walked towards the shelves and picked mister Raspberry Jam. She examined the eyes and she was sure she could have seen the webcam if there was any. She set it back on the top shelf and looked at the mirror in front of her for a while. She was admiring her beautiful brown body.

Merilyn Summers was a girl who had all the perfect curve in all the right place. She wasn't fat, she was thick with a solid body-type, big boobs, big hips, small waist, and big butt. She had a body that wouldn't break you if you had sex with it. Not only did she have a body you could grab on to, but she usually had a confident personality.

Barry cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. "Does staring at yourself like that always make you so horny?"

"It's not me. Your pants are soaked." She looked at his reflection in the mirror.

His fingers clutched his crotch tighter. His heart hammered in his chest while his libido pleaded for him to take out his penis and stroke it. Somehow, Merilyn's brutality had made him leak precum and wet himself.

She held his waist as he sat on the floor near the left side of the bed, curling her fingers in the dry fabric above his belt.

"Did you think I hadn't noticed how you look at me in school?" Her voice dripped with charm.

As she sat on his laps, straddling him, her mons pressed against his zipper. The thin fabric strained against his swelling cock. The heat between her thighs simmered. He was soaking wet and she hadn't even touched him yet. She wrapped her fingers around his tie, drawing those wanting lips to his.

Merilyn kissed him possessively, not wasting precious minutes on teasing foreplay. He flexed his jaw to draw her tongue into his mouth. A moan formed deep in her throat and escaped. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks, pressing her firmly against him as she dry fucked him like a wanton hussy.

Merilyn broke the kiss. Those hot lips he'd fantasized about worked their way down his neck. While he deftly unbuttoned her blouse, she kissed his nipples through his shirt, biting and tugging the sensitive, fabric-covered nubs.

As she stood up, her blouse didn't go up with her. Her full-grown breasts were on full display before his eyes. She took off his shirt, unbuttoned his slacks and shoved them down. His erection sprang free. Her pussy responded by adding to the pool of wetness at the apex of her thighs.

They didn't waste time on words. Calvin and Mia might wake up soon. Merilyn didn't want them to find out. She didn't want anyone to find out because it would soil her social reputation. She definitely didn't want to have sexual intercourse with Barry. He was not the type of guys she fooled around with, but his wet precum soaked slacks had made her desperately horny. She had been listening to Mia cry all night and helping her find Calvin. There was no acceptable opportunity for someone to put their throbbing cock in her.

Merilyn reached for her purse and found her cache of condoms. While Barry slipped one on, Merilyn took off her panties and tossed them somewhere in the room.

She caressed his balls. "I won't be wearing those the entire day. Every time you see me, you'll know my pussy is bare and missing your gorgeous dick."

A salacious grin covered Barry's lips and rose into his dark eyes. "Don’t be surprised then, if you're what I'm eating for lunch."

Hopping onto the bed, Barry started stroking his cock. The chilly temperature of the room raised goose bumps on his bare ass. He boldly crooked his finger at Merilyn. "I want you right now. Let me sink my big, fat cock into your tight pussy."

A look of satisfaction came across her face as Barry reached for her hips and moved her into position on top of him. "I hope you can remember to contain your sounds." He teased her with the head of his cock. "Most women have a difficult time keeping quiet when I'm fucking them."

The first sensations of penetration released a deep moan in her throat. She had no idea how horny she'd become and how much she needed a good, hard fuck.

As Merilyn mounted him, she used her hand to slip him inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of her flared red skirt caressed his naked stomach and thighs. The skirt spread out around her, Merilyn, riding atop him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night.

Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. He felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, was slowly working its way through her organ into him.

Barry wasn't a stallion. He had no sexual stamina and before he could realize it, he had blown his seed into the condom. He was panting and she kept fucking him all the while trying to stay quiet.

She felt his cock went limp inside her. "Did you cum?"

He nodded feeling ashamed of his performance.

She stopped fucking him, peeled the condom off his penis and tossed it aside. She put his member in her mouth. She wore her skirt the whole time. He tried to move, but it felt as if his body was tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

He saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. Just as he was about to come for the second time, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress her bottom.

Mia shifted her body on top Calvin and Merilyn didn't notice. She was grinding on Barry's hardened cock. Barry held her broad hips and forcefully shoved himself inside her. Her vagina welcomed his prick like it hadn't already been in it before.

"Ughn." She moaned through gritted teeth.

He gave her big round brown ass a light slap before commanding her to fuck him. The pleasure he felt was unexplainable.

She started kissing him, muffling the moans that escaped from her lips. She felt his wet cock throb inside her and she made her vagina muscles clench his member as tightly as she could whenever he pushed inside her. That made him administer more pressure when he forced his member inside her while his fingers held her bubbly ass cheeks firmly to keep her from bouncing too high and she usually came back down hard, making her ass clap against his laps.

She broke the kiss and folded her lips.

The internal pleasure that radiated all over her body from where Barry was fucking her, caused her temperature to rise. She started perspiring and her body glittered in the dimly lit room. Beads of her sweat bounced off her breasts into Barry's parted lips. It tasted like salt water in his mouth and he savored it.

Merilyn couldn't take it anymore It was like her vagina took over her brain for a few seconds. Like everything goes numb, except for this amazing sensation in her stomach. She couldn't focus or feel anything else. She might as well not even exist. She was just this good feeling, and then it went back to normal.

"Dammit." She murmured and immediately sprang up from Barry's grip on her waist.

Barry was surprised at the way she quickly jumped off him. He shot his sperm into the air and it landed on his stomach. He was breathless and gasped for air.

Merilyn searched for his inhaler in his crumpled clothes on the floor. When she found it, she quickly gave it to him. He shook and sucked the air out of it.

"That was close," said Merilyn, "we didn't use a condom the second time. You almost put a baby in me."

"Our baby would have been smart... and beautiful."

She kicked him off the bed and went under the covers to sleep.

Mia and Calvin were always together even after high school graduation that summer. Mia was particularly pleased whenever Calvin was around or whenever she was alone with him. Sometimes she wouldn't go to sleep at night without talking to him on the phone. They weren't a couple, but it was as if they were. They thought it would be bizarre if they shared a passionate kiss, but other people didn't think so. Especially Calvin's band of friends.

Arthur, Irwin, and Barry were fond of Mia's company. They liked having her around when they go out to play vintage video games at the arcade or when they went to the movies to watch the latest episode of Star Wars or any other sci-fi movie. She amused them when she told them stories about when Calvin was little. She told them how she would wake up to find him gripping his penis while he slept. She was the new cool in their group.

"Alright, Barry has played his phantom warlord card," Arthur said, "and I am going to back him up with my strangling vines."

"Okay, well, I'll just cut your vines with my ruby sword." Calvin placed his card on the table.

"Um. I have a question." Mia held her cards closely in front of her face.

"Warlord beats troll, troll beats elf, elf beats water sprite and basically everything beats enchanted bunny," Calvin told her.

"Unless you have a carrot of power." Arthur cut in.

"Okay. I've got another question: when does this get fun?"

"Are we gonna talk or are we gonna play Mystic Warlords of Ka'Ah"

"Just play your potion card." Said Calvin.

"Which one?" She was physically confused.

"It doesn't matter, you can't possibly win," Irwin said from the desk as he typed his physics research papers on his laptop.

"Irwin, don't ruin the game."

"How can he ruin the game?" Mia asked.

"Given the cards that have already been played," he continued, "Mia can only be holding necromancers potions which are only effective against day-walkers and there are no more left to be drawn. The cards remaining in the undrawn stacks are four fire weapons, a troll, two ogres and the jewel of Osiris."

"You see, it's ruined."

"Irwin, that is incredible." Mia looked at him.

"From your vantage point, it certainly must seem so."

"Irwin has kind of a photographic memory," Calvin said.

"Photographic is a misnomer. I have an eidetic memory as I've told you many times." He stood up from his chair and walked to the fridge. "Most recently, last year during lunch on the afternoon of October seventh." He opened the fridge. "You had turkey and complained it was dry."

"I guess the game is over." Arthur threw his cards on the table.

"Really? Oh, great!" Mia was pleased.

Arthur and Barry looked at her.

"I mean awww." She moaned sarcastically and let her shoulders fall. "Okay. I gotta go." She stood up from the couch.

"Why?" Calvin stood up and walked to the door with her.

"Because last time I didn't go, I ended up playing Mystic War Lords of Ka."

"Not Ka, Ka'Ah." Arthur corrected.

"So are you still going to the comic-con with us? We leave the day after tomorrow."

"I don't know, Cal. I'm supposed to have dance practice that day."

"Or we could leave on Sunday. Just me and you after the others go."

"I'd love that." She pecked his left cheek and left.

Sunday came around and Calvin was excited and couldn't wait to hit the road. The distance by car from Montreal to Toronto was 337 miles and it was a six-hour drive. Mia only went to comic con because she was going to be alone with him for a lengthy period of time. To her, it was an adventure. She couldn't care less about superheroes and video games.

They drove on the Gardener Expressway and planned to go through the Don Valley Parkway then it was straight along the 401 expressway, and buy an Ontario road atlas, they were ideal. They thought if they could possibly make a night stop, then they would do so in Kingston. They would find a lovely little town with bars to suit their taste, an attractive waterfront area, plenty of places to eat and sleep. This would be about three hours from Toronto.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how badly did you miss my apple pie?" She asked him.

"Um. A five."

"Really, a five? Come on, be real with me."

"I mean it was great, but not all the way to a solid ten."

"Maybe a nine?"

"A seven." He looked at her and back at the road.

"Okay, so this might be a really weird thought: what if you could erase from your mind that you've ever seen a human body and then you saw one. Imagine how strange it would look. It would be this weird gangly awkward organism and then you think why are all these parts where they are."

"Yeah, I mean there's probably a simple explanation for it all."

"I know, but don't be so boring," she chuckled, "I'm just saying for example, like what if your butt hole was in your armpit."

They both laughed.

"Wow, I'm trying to imagine what toilets would look like."

"Yeah, but what about what anal sex would look like."

He had a funny and confused look on his face. "That's an interesting thought."

"Hey look at this drawing I just made."

She made a quick sketch of a man inserting his penis into another man's anus, but the anus was in the man's armpit.

He laughed. "You are insane."




She stuck an earpiece in his right ear and played a music from a piano piece of from her iPod.

"Hmm. That's pretty. What is that?"

"I was trying to write a piece of music that's about what it felt like to be on the beach with you the other day."

He smiled and listened while he drove. "I think you captured it. I wrote you a letter a year after we last spoke after you moved."

"Really? I never got it."

"I never sent it. I didn't know how to. I still have it, do you wanna see it?"


"It's in my phone in my right pocket. I saved it as a PDF file."

She reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.

"It's in my personal files, in a folder named Personal."

"Mia, will you ever come back to me and tell me about your day?"

"You don't have to read it out loud."


"I mean you could if you want."

"Okay. Mia, will you ever come back to me and tell me about your day? Tell me about the guy in your new school who talked too much, the stain you got on your shirt at lunch." She smiled cheerfully and dimples appeared on her cheeks, "Tell me about a funny thought you had waking up and forgotten about. Tell me how crazy everyone is and we can laugh about it. Even if you get home late and I'm already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had because I love the way you look at the world and I'm so happy I got to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes. Love, Cal."

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine. I've got something in my eyes that's all." She sniffed. "Can I ask you something?"


"Why didn't you ask me to be your girlfriend?"

He sighed. "Well, you know, I didn't have much experience with relationships and you were always telling me how guys were idiots. I didn't want to get on that list. I didn't want you to hate me the way you hated those guys."

"I'd never hate you."

"You told me on the phone that you hated me."

"Because you were being an annoying pain in the ass."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Didn't you ever want to kiss me?"


"So why didn't you?"

"I was scared. Would you have let me kiss you?"

"No. I'd punch you in the face." She joked.

He smiled a little. "Did you hook up with anyone when you first came to Canada?"

"Hmm. Not particularly. Merilyn became my new best friend. She helped me discover my sexuality and I realized I wasn't just interested in guys, but girls, too."


"Yeah. Wanna hear something awkward? Arthur asked me out once."

He laughed. "Arthur is a great guy."

"I know, but I was with Merilyn at the time. What about you? Did you go out with anyone interesting?"

"I went out with Megan Blake."

"Megan Blake? The girl with a cute crooked tooth?" She laughed mockingly. "I told you you could do better."

"I obviously didn't listen."

She continued laughing.

It was six in the evening and Calvin had been driving for two and a half hours. He wasn't physically tired, but he had to stop at Kingston so he and Mia could eat and he could gas up the car. They would get to Toronto the following day. Mia was glad she came along with him. She thought it was the perfect opportunity to make up for lost years.

They checked into a motel.

"We'd like to rent a room, please," Mia told the blonde receptionist while Calvin parked the car in the parking lot.

"Okay," the receptionist said. "We have two rooms available. I'll recommend 3b if you are looking for a wonderful time with the gentleman outside."

"What about the other room?"

"Um. I'd rather not say." She smiled.

"Okay, we'll take 3b."

The room they gave them had not been cleaned yet. The carpet had terrible stains, it was supposed to be a non-smoking room but they saw an ashtray full of butts on the dresser. Mia wondered what the other room would have looked like. They asked for a refund of their money but the motel had a strict no refund policy.

"Well, it's just for a night," Calvin said looking around the room.

"I'm gonna take a shower. If I find a dead body in the bathroom, we're leaving."

The motel sign said single room $35.99. By the time they got through paying for an extra person, internet $3.22, and 11% motel tax, they ended up paying almost $50. They advertised wi-fi access but didn't tell them on the sign that they also charge for that access. They got to the room, thinking for $3.22, he could use his computer. He was told that if he wanted his computer on the internet, he would have to pay an additional $3.2. At least, they had free cable.

"Are you guys in Toronto yet?" Arthur asked on the phone.

"A few hours away."

"Man, I can't believe Mia agreed to go to comic con."


"We'll be like the coolest guys there."


"We're at Irwin's grandparents'. I'll text you the address."

"I'll call you when we get to Toronto." Calvin hung up.

He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV and surfed the channels. He thought he could find a decent movie or cartoon to pass the time with.

"Calvin, help!" Mia exclaimed from the bathroom.

He rushed into the bathroom to find Mia lying in the bathtub almost filled with water that poured from the running tap. She was holding her left shoulder and the damp pale-blue curtain covered her naked body.

"I slipped in the shower and I think I dislocated my shoulder." She was obviously in distress.

"Not surprising. There's no safety mat or adhesive stickers to allow for purchase on a surface with a low coefficient of static friction."


"Tubs are slippery. I have a series of whimsical duck stickers on the bottom of my tub."

"Yeah, okay, whatever. Will you just turn the water off and help me up?"

He reached over at turned off the running water. "They’re holding umbrellas."


She tried to stand, holding the curtain around her body while he helped her to her feet.

"The ducks in my tub."


"They’re whimsical because ducks have neither the need for nor the ability to use umbrellas."

"Oh, my god. I got to go to the emergency room."

"Well, assuming you’re correct that your right humerus is no longer seated in the glenoid socket, I would certainly think so."

"Okay, can you drive me?"


Mia sat on the couch as Calvin browsed through the clothes she packed.

"I don't need panties," she said, "I just need shorts and a shirt."

"Okay, here." He handed her a yellow tank top and pink shorts.

"Seriously, those shorts with that top?" She looked at him funny.

"Alright." He brought out an ash polo shirt with the same pink shorts.

"Oh, that's cute." She stood up. "You're gonna have to help me put them on."


"But don't look. I don't want you to see me naked."

He held the top in front of her and closed his eyes. She put her head in it and he helped her wear it properly.

"Okay. Now you're gonna help me get my arms into the sleeves."

With his eyes closed, he tried to fit her left arm into the sleeve of the top, but only managed to cup her left breast.

She raised her eyebrows. "Is that my arm?"

"It doesn't feel like an arm."

"Then maybe you should let it go."

He gulped. "Alrighty."

The half a mile drive from the motel to the local clinic was awkward and quiet. It wasn't like they haven't seen each other naked before, but that was a long time ago when they were in preschool. They would sporadically take baths together. Of course, they didn't know what a penis and a vagina were and if they did, they didn't know what they were used for. Mia believed then that babies came from the sky.

"Alright, there's no need to bark at me." Calvin walked to where Mia waiting and sat beside her. "According to the inexplicably, irritable nurse, behind the desk, you'll be seen after the man who claims to be having a heart attack but appears to be well enough to play Doodle Jump on his iPhone. We have to fill these out."

Mia glanced at the folder he was holding.

"Describe illness or injury." He said.

"I dislocated my shoulder."

"Alright. How did the accident occur?"

"You already know that."

"Cause of accident: lack of adhesive ducks." He joked, trying to subdue the obvious tension between them. "Okay. Medical history. Have you ever been diagnosed with diabetes?"


"Kidney disease?"



"I'm getting one." She wasn't buying into his failed attempt at humor.

He looked at her. "Are you currently pregnant?"


"Are you sure? You look a bit puffy."

She chuckled a little and he smiled.

"When was your last mensural period?"

"Oh! Next question."

"I'll put in progress." He teased her. "Okay. Moving to psychiatric disorders, list all major behavioral diagnosis example depression, anxiety."

"Oh my god! What the hell does this have to do with my stupid shoulder?!"

"Episodes of sub-psychotic rage."

"Cal, Cal, look, I am scared and in a lot of pain. Could you please take a break from just being you and try being... I don't know, comforting?"

He kept the folder on his laps and gently pulled her body against his. "I'm sorry. There, there, everything is going to be fine." He petted her. "Calvin's here."

"Thanks. That's much better." She sighed.

They went back to the motel after Mia's shoulder was immobilized and strapped.

"Now, remember you were given powerful pain medication and a muscle relaxer," Calvin said as they crossed the threshold. "So uh, don't operate heavy machinery."

"You have to help me get into bed." She giggled playfully. "Calvin has to get me into bed! Bet you never thought I said that."

"Yes. The charm of your drug-addled candor knows no bounds." He closed the door.

"You know, people think you’re this weird nerdy robot man who's so needy all the time, and you totally are," she crept under the bed sheets he opened for her, "but then it’s like that movie Wall-E at the end. You're so full of love, and you can save a plant and get fat people out of the floaty chairs." She was lying on the bed.

He draped the sheets over her body. "That's a fairly labored metaphor, but I appreciate the sentiment behind it."

"Come and lie next to me."

He climbed into bed and laid next to her under the sheets. She pressed his back against his chest. He spooned her and she quickly fell asleep after two minutes. He held her body cozily and he could smell the fragrance of her shampoo. Because they were close together like that, he didn't realize when he slept off.

He was riding a bicycle. He felt a hand on the small of his back. Someone familiar spoke to him and she said, I can go a little longer, and he lifted a shovel and sank it into the earth. A group of children whistled and clapped. And then he was running his hands through a girl’s hair and she took his wrist and they moved through a corridor where rows of dresses hung from the ceiling. Those dresses turned into the sea. Calvin? Calvin?

"Calvin?" Mia's voice whispered softly.



"Yeah?" He croaked.

"I'm hungry."

"Right now?"

"Yes. We didn't eat dinner."

He sluggishly rolled out of bed. His t-shirt was moist with sweat. He walked warily out of the room, passed the hallway and down the stairs. He got Austin Cheese Crackers with Cheddar Cheese and a diet coke from the vending machine and headed back upstairs. He tried to get some sleep while Mia ate beside him. He rolled so he was facing the other way and covered his ears with the pillow.


He pretended he didn't hear her.



"I'm thirty."

"What about the coke?" He voice muffled through the pillow.

"It's not water. Please, my shoulder hurts so bad."

He would do anything for her, all she had to do was ask, but he had been driving all day. He was tired to an extent that he didn't care for food even though he too was hungry. He went downstairs to the vending machine and got a bottle of water and went back upstairs to Mia. He was asleep before she emptied the bottle of water.


He heard her voice in a distant part of his subconscious mind.


"Yes?" He answered half awake.

"I'm horny."

That woke him up faster than an electric shock. "What!?"

"I'm wet down there and I know I didn't pee on myself."

"You're wet?"

"My shorts are soaked. Do something."

It was quiet for a bit. He was clueless. He didn't know what to do and he hugged her, holding her tightly against him, an embrace still on the right side of propriety, one that could still be considered friendly, but only just. When they broke apart, her face was flushed, her eyes shining.

"I hope it won't be another seven or eight years before we see each other again."

Instead of answering, Mia reached for him, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck, pressing her lips to his. They kissed, first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.

"Was that wired?" She asked.

As soon as her lips were shut they started kissing again. Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time stopped and carried them right back to when they were barely teenagers. He pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he'd do it. He'd keep her warm, he'd keep her safe, he'd keep her with him, always.

She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips, sighing, whispering, "You feel so good."

He propped himself on his elbows, and asked, "How long has it been?"

Mia knew what he was asking, and it wasn't how long it had been since they were separated. She thought back to her last romance if she could even call it that, ten minutes of undignified fumbling in the bathroom of a bar downtown with a darling bimbo.

"It's been a little while," she said.

That girl—God, she wasn't even sure what her name was—she had scribbled her phone number on her hand in eyeliner if she remembered right after neither one of them could find a paper or a pen. The next week, when they'd met for drinks, Mia realized that they had absolutely nothing to say to each other and that, when she didn't have alcohol inside her, she looked like an eel.

She realized, now that she was in Calvin's arms again, her lush curves and her soft skin, her beautiful hair wanted him to take her.

She felt him slip down the bed. He eased her shorts down her slender legs to her ankles.

He didn't go straight for her clit. He started licking her vagina lips. He went further down. She wriggled to move her pussy to touch his tongue, she was trying to show him where to start licking. His saliva was mixed with her juice. He was tasting her sweetness, the sweetness he would protect and it was good. He wanted more.

He started again with a languorous broad stroke from the bottom of her pussy up past her clit. He did it again. Slowly. Then he licked everywhere. She was turned on and she knew her pussy was wet. She knew she must be tasty and he swallowed her girl-cum, but it didn't flow out—it slowly oozed out and he licked and sucked and used his tongue to smear her juice around.

"This is amazing..." She gasped. "What are you doing to me?"

He used his tongue in a lovely broad stroke to bring her juice up from the entrance of her warm pussy to her hard clit. He gently sucked on her left lip, played with it with his lips, pulled on it, let it go, picked it up again. He played with her right lip, which is bigger than her left lip, and did the same. He gently sucked her clit. Took it between his wet lips and gently sucked it and he wa

s dexterous enough to keep sucking while using his tongue to glide across the tip of her clit.

He pressed his lips right up against her bald pussy so that his tongue didn't have to strain out. He got his nose in her, too. He got dirty.

"You're doing it right. Don't fucking stop what you're doing!"

He was doing what he was doing amazingly; licking up and over her clit and it was divine. She was wriggling, moving her hips, grinding her pelvis, moving her legs. Her muscles started trembling. She started holding her breath and making weird noises. They were all positive reinforcement signs. That means he was doing something right and he kept doing that.

Perhaps she had never realized that it was nice to be fingered while her clit was getting hard, engorged, and increased in sensitivity. He did and he quickly licked his finger before putting it in her. Her vagina muscles clamped around his middle finger as he slowly and teasingly stimulated her. She couldn't take it anymore and her whole body tensed up. He felt his hands being pushed out by something warm and before he realized it, her pussy was squirting out streams of girl cum. She had bathed his face with her juice.

He straddled her so she was under him and he slid his hardened penis between her legs. He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish.

"Ooh," she whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh."

He worked his penis against the slick seam and then she forgot about trying to look good and lost herself in her own pleasure. Calvin watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his waist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her vagina contract against his penis.

Before she could recover, he had slipped inside her. After the first thrust he had to hold still, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would explode. He wanted her to come at least once more, with him, and he didn't want her to tease him. But he wanted it to be good that night. He wanted everything to be perfect and awkward was thrown out the window.

He reached down and stroked her cheek, then her hair.

"I can feel my skin." She breathed. "Don't let me go."

"Never." His breath quivered at the thought of leaving her.

"Ughn." She moaned. "I can feel you. Oh, my God, I can't take it. I want you inside me."

He started fucking her. "I'm so putting myself into you. I'm inside you. All the way inside you."

"I can feel you." She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her shoulders started to hurt but she didn't care. "Yeah... We're here together."

He kissed her. She had one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly stroking his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine.

"You feel so good," she whispered.

Calvin couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Mia moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.

"Oh, baby," she gasped as she put her lips to his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a prayer.

If there was going to be awkwardness, it would come when they'd finished; when they looked down and saw that he was still wearing his socks and she still had her shorts hooked around one ankle. There would be the strangeness of a girl, his best friend, in his bed not just to cuddle, but she took his virginity, and Mia would surely have something to say about his amazing skills at oral sex. But as soon as they were done, Mia rolled into his arms, curling herself against his chest.

"I was just somewhere else with you. Just lost."

"Yeah," Mia said softly.

"It was just you and me."

"I know. I... Everything else just disappeared and I love that, Cal."

They had been closer than ever before after a month that passed. She didn't just love him enough to sleep with him anymore, she was sure if he had proposed, she would accept. She would have followed him to the ends of the earth and back. For him, it was like she had opened a new way of life. He was more confident around other people and he certainly knew how to express himself.

He displayed certain characteristics towards her that made her feel like she belonged to him and nobody else. They were not dating and it wasn't awkward for them. They made it so. They were just friends who had sex once and they needed to so they would discover a hidden part of a dark affection they had for each other. But there was still no words to describe their queer and wonderful relationship. Perhaps friends with benefits who loved each other and are not dating? It was not their business what anyone thought of them.

"Are you ready?" Calvin asked Mia.


He pushed the huge glass doors of the mall open and they walked in.

"Are you kidding?" She was physically amazed.

"Told you."

He ran ahead of her as she walked slowly. Mia was Astonished at how big the mall was. It was something she had never really noticed whenever she went there. Now, it was empty at midnight. They had the whole place to themselves. She was with him and it was fine. She didn't care for sleep.

"Wait," she called Calvin's attention, "what about security?"

"Oh, um. Arthur owed me one and I had to collect."


"Yeah. He works security here. He had to call up some favors. He's trying to scramble up something before college."

She came close to him where he stood in front of a carousel. "Okay."

"This looks fancy." He looked at her. "Wanna try it?"

She reluctantly entered the carousel and mounted a flying unicorn. "Yah!"

"Ready?" He pushed the start button and the unicorn started moving.

"Whoa whoa whoa," she laughed. "Calvin, come here."

"No, you got this."

"What the heck? This is awesome." When the pleasure ride made a complete rotation, she said "come on, get up here. Sit next to me."

"Alright. Wait up!" He entered the carousel and chased after her. He mounted the unicorn beside her and the ride slowly stopped turning. "Aw men."

"I guess someone had to keep it going." He sighed.

"Well, I loved it so, there."

"Oh, I got something else." He brought out a small book from his pocket.

"What is that?"

He cleared his throat. "What did the triangle say to the circle?"

She gasped. "What is that?!"

"You're so pointless."

"Fuck you. You kept that pun book, didn't you?!"

"What did the cannibal get when he showed up to the party late?"


"A cold shoulder."

She chuckled.

"Here." He handed her the book. "It's for you."

"You know you might just be my favorite person in the world."

He came down from the unicorn. "Just saying. I know my girl. Just saying."

She came down and they stepped out of the carousel.

"Alright. Are you ready?" Mia asked as they started strolling. "I heard two peanuts walk into a park... one was as-salted."

"That was a good one."

"A boiled egg in the morning is really hard to beat."

They laughed together. "That's funny."

"I like that one." She continued, "I'm reading a book on antigravity and it's impossible to put down."


"Yes. That one's awesome."

"It's not that the guy didn't know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it."

"Ohhh." He laughed.

"I once heard a joke on amnesia," she laughed with him, "but I forgot how it goes."

"Good one."

"When the power went out in the school, the children were de-lighted."


"Hm. Those two men drinking battery acid will soon be charged."

"Ugh. That one's kinda dark."

"What's a pirates favorite later?"

"Oh, I know this one; Rrr."

"Naw, tis the C."

He laughed heartily.

"Oh! Cause the sea, cause the water, the ocean."

"That's the best one so far."



"I'm inclined to be laid back."

"That's true. I actually feel like that about myself."

"That's it."

"That's it? That's the whole joke?"

"Yeah, the whole joke. The newspaper headline reads: cartoonist found dead at home. Details are sketchy." She laughed.

"That's cute."

"Oh man, I love this book."

"Hey, let's get our pictures taken."

They had walked to a photo booth and they went inside.

She pushed the power button. "And off we go."

The screen chimed alive and displayed on it were three options: love, friends and cool.

"What's cool look like?" She pushed the button.

"How's that guy cool?"

"Well, his wearing shades and he's a bunny."


"Nah, let's go back. Maybe love?"

"Are you trying to woo me?"

She snorted. "In your dreams. What else was there? Let's try friends."

"Wow. That's adorable."

"I'm the frog."

"You can't choose a character."

"You're the rabbit."

She pushed start. " Okay, smile."

There was a flash and their picture was taken.

"Here, closer, closer, closer," she was genuinely excited.

He put his arm around her shoulders but quickly made bunny ears on her head with his index and middle fingers before the flash appeared.

"No, no bunny ears" she pushed him. "Okay, something creepy."



"Dinosaur!" She pointed and the flash appeared.

"Oh, let's make an ugly face."



"Squishy face, squishy face." She pushed her cheeks together and pouted her lips. "Alright. Be all sexy."

"Ooh. So sexy."

"Ah, it's all done."


"Wanna post it on Facebook?"


"And then we print it."

After the machine was done, they sighed, laid back and looked at each other.



"You wanna keep exploring?" Calvin asked.

"Hell, yeah."

They walked out of the photo booth and went up the escalators. They found the boutique store and Calvin thought they could try on some stylish clothes.

"You know what? We should head back."

He stopped and looked at her.

"I need to head back."

"We've got plenty of time."

"Calvin, tomorrow we'll just pick up where we left off."

He looked down and sighed. "I can't."

"Well, we'll just do it another day then."

He shook his head.

"Okay, Einstein, when?" She chuckled a bit.

"I got into Oxford."


"In England. I'm supposed to be on a flight to London tomorrow." He came close to her. "I honestly didn't think I'll get in."

"Why?" The smile on her face started to fade. "You're very smart after all."


"It's okay, really."

"That's it?"

"Well, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. How about some friendly advice?"

She chuckled sarcastically.

"I'm serious."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"No, Calvin, why did you bring me here?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know..." She sighed bleakly. "You want my advice? Go. C'mon let's just say our goodbyes."

"I'm gonna go check out the store."

"Calvin? Calvin?!"

She walked despondently into the store, to where he stood to look at a manikin dressed in a plaid button-up shirt.

"Have you ever seen a shirt that fine?" He didn't look at her.

"Are we just done talking?"

"I don't know. Are we?"

"You don't get to be pissed off at me. I'm pissed off at you."

He turned. "For what? Asking you what you think?"

"When have you ever cared about what I think? We were good. We were better than good and you just told me to not give a fuck about you!"

He said nothing.

"This whole day," she sighed, "you feel guilty? You want an out? I—'m giving it to you."

"I'm supposed to be packing, excited that I'm one of the selected few to get into Oxford on a scholarship. I don't make it to London tomorrow, I don't make it at all. Guilt didn't make me risk my future for a moment with you, Mia. And yeah, I did some shit that I don't know how to take back, but I'm trying." He took off his bag pack and threw it on the floor. "Those water guns we had when we were little? It's in there. That was the happiest day of my life and I thought I could relive that one more time with you. Surprise."

Mia looked down at the bag, she picked it up and brought out two water guns. He gave him one of them. "Okay, first, I'm gonna destroy you and then we'll talk."

"You're about to get drenched."

She smiled. "Let's see what you got Einstein."

Calvin took a few steps away from her. He pumped the gun and fired at her. She did the same but got wet. He was too quick for her so she ran for cover.

"There's nowhere to hide!"

She hid behind a shelf and waited for him to walk past her. He didn't. He knew where she was, her flat shoes peeked out and gave her away. He swiftly fired at her, bathing her the more as she laughed and cursed at the same time.

"Aw man."

"Boosh! I just fucked you up."

"What? You nearly even hit me."

"Mia, you're drenched. Okay, you count to five, I'll go hide and we'll hunt each other. Whoever gets hit first, loses."


"Close your eyes."

She did. "One, two, three, four, five." She opened her eyes and he was gone. "You ready?!"

He was hiding in the changing room, patiently waiting to hear her footsteps. Mia pumped her gun and looked for him. Whenever they played hide and seek, he would always win because he knew all the perfect places to hide. She wasn't going to give up this one to him. If it was the last thing they did together, she wanted to win. Just as she was about to check behind the counter, she heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned, her finger on the trigger, she pushed and bathed his clothes.

"Oh shoot!" She bragged. "Oh shoot. What did I just do? Did you see those skills?"


"Someone should revoke their rank in Battlefield 1."

"Wow. Now you're just mean. No, that's it, we're going again."

"Calvin, I would love to do this all day."

"But you gotta go back?"

"I gotta go back."

"Okay. Fine. Can I at least walk you home?"

"I guess."

"Come on, let me get my backpack."

Mia followed him to where he left it on the floor.

"Hey so," she shook her head, "I said it like an asshole, but I totally meant it. You should go. This is something that you've wanted for... You know. Forever. So, who am I to stop you?"

"The one person that can."

"No, please, don't go," she said playfully, trying to lighten the mood, "I'll be so miserable without you."

He tried to smile, but he didn't know how anymore.

"I'll be fine and you'll be fine and we'll see each other again. I can come and visit you and you have my number and then there's Skype."

"You should keep these." He gave her his gun. "Not gonna do me any good."

"Do you still have that Walkman I gave you?"

"It's in my backpack."

"Boy, you came prepared, didn't you?"

He smiled.

"Let me see it."

He fished it out of his backpack and gave it to her.

"Maybe you're the one who'll be miserable without me."

"Shut up." He scuffed.

"Come on. Follow me."

Calvin followed her into the record store opposite the boutique. She found a cord that connected to two speakers and connected it to the Walkman. She raised the volume and a jumpy, old song started playing from the speakers.

She climbed up a platform and started dancing.

"Really?" He was smiling.

"Come here. Get your ass up here."

He climbed up. "This is so stupid."

She laughed and he started bobbing his head to the beat. She held his hands and tried to make him move his body. "Come on."

He started dancing and they found their rhythm. It was the night of their lives. Mia knew she had found her partner for life. They had been separated once before, but somehow, they found each other again. Was it fate? Were they meant to be? She didn't know. No one knew. She tried to stop thinking and tried to enjoy the moment. To her, it was like cocaine. She had become addicted to him and she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop thinking. She couldn't stop thinking about him. The thought of him going away killed her inside. She was hurt, but she held back her tears. She wanted to be strong for him, to be his friend, to be beside him, but was she really going to be beside him when he leaves?

She stopped dancing and stopped having fun. She stood still and looked at him. Her pupils dilated. She could feel her heart thumping louder and faster in her chest.

"Here." Calvin tried to make her move but she resisted. "What is it?" He wiped a tear that escaped her eye. "Hey... What's wrong?"

"Don't go." She whispered.

The music faded into the background as he looked through her eyes into her saddened soul. "Okay."

She kissed him but her lips quivered when she broke the kiss. Calvin hugged her and she cried on his shoulders. She thought she had just ruined his future for her selfish desires, but it wasn't just her alone. There was someone else.

"I'm pregnant, Cal."

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troggy — 19 February 2018 17:36
damn. it's a great story
troggy — 19 February 2018 17:35
damn typos. I meant great
troggy — 19 February 2018 17:34
damn typos. I meant great
troggy — 19 February 2018 17:33
great stoggry. any more to this?
Kitty X — 19 February 2018 17:20
I loved every bit of it. I hope a sequel is around the corner.
Hanging Eagle19 February 2018 15:39
For the sake of being accused of plagiarism, I want to point out that I got the inspiration to write this story from a popular TV series, some scenes are even reenacted. But while that is the case, the storyline is very different in a great deal.
Hanging Eagle20 February 2018 19:01
If there's a sequel, I'm not writing it at the moment. I'm working on something else in my head. Maybe after that, I'll consider a writing a sequel.
Hanging Eagle20 February 2018 19:01
If there's a sequel, I'm not writing it at the moment. I'm working on something else in my head. Maybe after that, I'll consider a writing a sequel.
Ada13 — 20 February 2018 17:45
A story very well told. At the end, was that a cliffhanger? Is there more to it?
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