The Slacker Classmate took me camping with his Surfer Buddies and it was warm and fun and mellow and when we had to go this morning he said it was like leaving summer camp. And he's right, it was.
I ripped my pants climbing the fence to skinny-dip in the hot springs with him late at night, then we made out by the campfire and dared The Goofball to do stupid things while we all roasted marshmallows and drank cheap beer.
We fucked on an inflatable mattress that squeaked and nearly deflated in a tent that had a hole in the side and a rock underneath, but it was worth it because he moaned, which is rare in a guy but turns me on every time.
We played horseshoes and drove an hour for more beer, then when everyone else took off he and I talked about Books and Music and The State Of The World, and I never thought any of that would've come from him. I'm convinced we'll never talk outside of class again.
But I saw the sun rise for the first time in years, and laughed harder than I have in months, and realized how much I'd missed the smell of campfire smoke and the hot, dry feeling of desert sunshine on my face.
* * *
I'm pretty sure I forgot about Ex-Boyfriend and his Drama, and that made me The Happiest Girl In California, at least for the weekend.
Then I remembered about The Mellow Classmate, and couldn't decide who I liked more, him or The Slacker Classmate, and that made me The Most Confused Girl In California, at least for the morning.
Then I remembered that you're not supposed to sleep with classmates because then Things Get Awkward and Drama Ensues. Especially when the classmates you've slept with are friends with each other, and you sit between them in class.
But we're grownups now, and not high-schoolers, and there's nothing wrong with making things a little more fun. Yes?
* * *
Now I have Studying and Chores and Running and Showering to do, and it never quite makes sense to have to come back to Reality so soon, does it?
* * *
I had breakfast with Ex-Neighbor the other day, and she's more adorable than I remembered.
* * *
Tomorrow is Little Brother's birthday, and I can't believe we're grownups. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
* * *
What scares you most about getting old?
What excites you most about getting old?
I ripped my pants climbing the fence to skinny-dip in the hot springs with him late at night, then we made out by the campfire and dared The Goofball to do stupid things while we all roasted marshmallows and drank cheap beer.
We fucked on an inflatable mattress that squeaked and nearly deflated in a tent that had a hole in the side and a rock underneath, but it was worth it because he moaned, which is rare in a guy but turns me on every time.
We played horseshoes and drove an hour for more beer, then when everyone else took off he and I talked about Books and Music and The State Of The World, and I never thought any of that would've come from him. I'm convinced we'll never talk outside of class again.
But I saw the sun rise for the first time in years, and laughed harder than I have in months, and realized how much I'd missed the smell of campfire smoke and the hot, dry feeling of desert sunshine on my face.
* * *
I'm pretty sure I forgot about Ex-Boyfriend and his Drama, and that made me The Happiest Girl In California, at least for the weekend.
Then I remembered about The Mellow Classmate, and couldn't decide who I liked more, him or The Slacker Classmate, and that made me The Most Confused Girl In California, at least for the morning.
Then I remembered that you're not supposed to sleep with classmates because then Things Get Awkward and Drama Ensues. Especially when the classmates you've slept with are friends with each other, and you sit between them in class.
But we're grownups now, and not high-schoolers, and there's nothing wrong with making things a little more fun. Yes?
* * *
Now I have Studying and Chores and Running and Showering to do, and it never quite makes sense to have to come back to Reality so soon, does it?
* * *
I had breakfast with Ex-Neighbor the other day, and she's more adorable than I remembered.
* * *
Tomorrow is Little Brother's birthday, and I can't believe we're grownups. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
* * *
What scares you most about getting old?
What excites you most about getting old?
What's new? How's your flavor of the month doing?
And you will totally be both their bosses like a week after you graduate and you can be like 'sort it out amongst yourselves just be professional'