CHAPTER 11 - THE SEMI-PERFECT DAY
We stayed at one or the other's house all through the week and we never left each other's sight. Friday night, we finally went home alone and decided that we would do something special on Saturday.
Saturday morning, I met him at my house and he was dressed casually. He left his windbreaker on my bed because it was too hot to wear a jacket outside. I was able to coax my parents to give me the car and I was going to surprise him.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"It's gonna be special, so you'll find out when we get there," I stuck my tongue out.
The next thing I knew, he was pressing his tongue against mine. I screamed, "NOT NOW! I'm trying to drive!"
We drove for about 45 minutes and got to a local theme park.
"Oh wow! You remembered!" he smiled and gave me a kiss.
What I had remembered was that he always wanted to go to this theme park except his parents never had the time to take him. He grinned like a little kid, which was very cute.
"I told you it was special," I grinned.
"This is the sweetest thing...I love you so much," he held my hand tightly and smiled.
"I love you, too," I gave him a kiss on the hand he was holding mine with. "C'mon, let's go!"
He leaned into me and gave me a soft nudge on the lips and I returned it with a big grin.
We got into the park and had a blast doing everything together. We ate junk food for lunch and then, we got wasted on some more roller coasters and finally left the park a little after dark.
He suggested that we go out to a local Mexican restaurant and have some dinner. We got a small corner table and stuffed ourselves with tacos, tamales, and enchiladas. He insisted on taking the tab because I had treated him to such a special day.
We finally got back to my house and we locked ourselves in my room. He stripped down to his boxers and sat on my bed with me in his arms. We were just watching a rerun of some syndicated show on TV when he started nibbling at my neck. His chest was heaving against my back and I could feel his heart beating faster. He led a line of soft kisses from the back of my neck up to my earlobe. He softly bit on my ears and I started to laugh. I turned around and pinned him onto the bed and slowly lowered my face to his. The heat of his breath was swirling around my cheeks and his chest was still heaving up and down as I planted a long and deep kiss on his lips.
There was a bunch of clothes on my bed and I just grabbed a handful of it and threw it onto the floor. When I tossed his jacket, it hit the wall with a wierd-sounding thud and out popped a box of "Newport" cigarettes.
My eyes popped open and I immediately stopped what I was doing. In surprise that I had stopped, he had opened his eyes as well.
"What is that?" I asked calmly.
"'Gene...they...ummm...they're not mine," he barely stuttered out.
"Yeah, then whose are they?" I tried to continue my calm tone.
"Well...uhhh...I'm holding them for Joel," he mumbled out.
"Holding them for Joel? Do I look that stupid?!" I snapped. "Why the fuck are you lying to me?" I said looking at him now. "I thought you said you would stop."
"Look, it's my life. I can do whatever I want. Why can't you just accept me for it? I can't stop, ok?" he said matter-of-factly.
"Bullshit...you can't stop? Well, I'm NOT going to accept you for it, especially since you lied to me about it. I don't need a liar in my life and I sure don't need a fucked up moron for a boyfriend." I said through gritted teeth.
"Fine, I'm not going to stop and if you don't like it, it's too bad. I need a smoke now anyways," he said.
"So, what you are saying is that you would rather die for a bunch of fucking cigarettes than give them up for me, even though it's for your own goddamn health?" I said.
He looked at me and then turned his head to the box on the floor.
Before he could say anything, I threw his clothes at him and screamed, "Let's make this easier for you! Get the fuck out!" I dragged him, half-dressed to the front door. "GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" I shouted as tears started streaming down my eyes.
"This is so stupid. I can't believe you can't accept this," he gave me a disgusted look.
"Oh, my God. You have no idea what this is about at all. GET THE FUCK OUT, ASSHOLE!" I screamed as I pushed him out the door and sunk my head into my arms.
"He lied," I cried to myself. "He fucking lied to me."
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