FINALLY a new chapter!!!! a zillion thanks to ben who "demands another chapter out of your perverted little mind or i'll tan your black ass white!" i've written about half of the next one so it shouldn't be too long of a wait. please please please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Naima Chapter 22 Smevalicious banner I’m living for the only thing I know I’m running and not quite sure where to go And I don’t know what I’m diving into Just hanging by a moment here with you I go around a time or two Just to waste my time with you Cynthia’s POV Oh my god, Take me now!! This boy is going to turn me into a whore. I am THE luckiest girl in the world. I smile and bat my eyelashes up at his beautiful face, slithering my hand into his back pocket, oh yea, he’s so mine. But that’s not even the best part, not only am I on a date with God himself, people have seen us! I didn’t think my friends would believe me but now it’s got to be half way around the female high school hot line. I can’t wait for the big game, I’ll show those girls, Brian Kinney? Yea he’s my boyfriend. Maybe I can wear his other jersey… “Cynthia? Is this okay?” “What, huh? Oh yea this is fine.” We sit in the middle seats of the row, a little disappointing, not the best make-out spot. Oh well, I can manage it. He’s a little stand-offish, but I can tell he’s into me, and maybe wanting to get into me. Hmmm very interesting. B&J&B&J&B&J&B&J&B&J The movie was a little disappointing, only a couple scaring/grab at Brian moments. Brian was really into the movie so no action, fucking M. Night. But the back of his Jeep seemed pretty spacey, I’ll make it work. I kept shivering until I got his leather jacket, nice move Cyn. I snuggle in it deeper as Brian leads me out of the theater into the bright hall, I blink a couple times, adjusting to the light and casually slip my hand into his. He looks surprised but then smiles and squeezes it. SWOON The boy is beautiful. I found my Prom date! And father of my children. We make idle chit chat about the movie as we walk to his car. I really don’t want this night to end, everything’s been so perfect. Brian courteously opens the door for me and helps me in, how sweet!! On the drive home I rest my hand on his thigh, softly humming along with the radio. We’re about halfway home when some old Lifehouse song comes on and Brian bursts into huge grin but keeps his eyes on the road. “What?” I ask. “Oh nothing, good song.” His smile fades from his face but not his eyes. Huh, I must find out about this. Brian’s POV I hear the first guitar lick and can’t stop the shit-eating grin that conquers my face. My “girlfriend”, I’m never going to get used to that, asks about it and my smile fades a bit, as I’m reminded that I just went on a date with something surgically and emotionally attached to a pussy, when I could be nailing Justin’s perky little ass into the mattress. That thought puts a damper on the evening. Although I must say, for a hetero, Cynthia’s not too bad. But my gaydar obviously needs a tune up. Whatever it picked up on Cynthia disappeared the first time I smirked at the kid. She practically hero-worships me, a Mikey with tits. At least this way she’ll want to show off, therefore giving our “relationship” a little publicity. Finally I pull into her driveway and park. Sitting in the dark like this is a little uncomfortable, I don’t know what to do. Taking in a big breath I go in for the kill. “Tonight was a lot of fun.” I say turning on an overhead light. “Yea it really was.” I can tell she’s trying hard not to ramble. “Yea as in let’s do another?” She blushes, “Sure that would be great.” “Okay, I don’t know what my schedule is after soccer so we’ll find a time next week.” What am I, planning a conference? “Yea great!” I internally cross myself to the gay gods, please forgive me! “So,” I lean in close, “Wanna be my girlfriend.” I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. A flash of emotions run across her face ending in a wide smile. “Yea…” She says slowly and leans in, oh god oh god oh god. Our lips meet in an overly fruity and slick kiss. I feel like Garth from Wayne’s World in his first kiss scene. I open my eyes, only continuing the kiss because she apparently won’t stop. Hers are closed, awkward! Justin is a total natural, this is just gooey and gross. She starts using her tongue and I have to break it off, this is faaaarrrrrr too hetero. I somehow manage a smile as I lean back, my skin crawling. “I guess I better go, I want a couple good nights rest before the game. You’re coming right?” “Of course, on the fan bus. You wanna get together before you leave, ya know, release some tension?” FUCK NO! Her hand crawls up my thigh and I have had enough female contact to last me my entire life. “Actually my family is having this thing before I go, a good Irish happy hour I guess.” “Oh.” “I’m sorry but its too late to back out.” So sorry my ass. “Oh its alright, We can go out after the game or something.” “We’ll figure something out.” As in hanging with the guys for about five minutes then finding a cozy motel for me and a significant other... I unlock her door, lets go, pick up the pace sweet-cheeks, now I have to purify AND pack. I press one more kiss to her lips, I am such a good actor, and bid her adieu. I wait until she waves and unlocks the door, and I’m off with a squeal of rubber, wiping my mouth on my sleeve and speeding away from any memory of the evening. B&J&B&J&B&J&B&J&B&J I awake the next morning with a giddy smile on my face. Getting damn close to game day. Last night I packed all my shit and put it in my car so I can spend all the little time I have with Justin; after of course brushing my teeth 3 times and taking a shower or two. I put on a tight, black short sleeve button down and some jeans and ruffle my hair perfectly in the mirror, very fuckable. I quickly make the bed and check my condom/lube supply, looking good. Running down the stairs I grab my bag and an apple, kiss my mom on the cheek, who is currently washing dishes and I’m off with a “I’ll see you at the game baby! All the luck in the world, I love you!” “Thanks, love you too!” I shout over my shoulder as I slam the door closed. I probably should have opted for a jacket, November in Pittsburg, not exactly Ibiza. I’m only 10 minutes late as I casually stroll into Bio. My teacher, Mrs. Gibbs starts a standing ovation, and I see everyone in the room is covered head to toe is orange and black. I sigh, school spirit I suppose. I take a seat and smirk around the room, avoiding eye contact with Justin, for fear of giggling. Another thing about Justin. He always makes my emotions that much more intense. I actually feel things around him. Fancy that. Justin’s POV I’m pretty impressed by the greeting Brian gets. He struts in, looking absolutely delectable I must say, and the class erupts in applause. I grin like an idiot at his knowing smirk. He avoids my eyes in attempts to disguise his nervousness. This game means the world to him, and all the hype about it just makes it more special. Even though it’s the team going, Brian feels alone, and that’s how he works best, obviously. I’m so proud of him I could squee like a little girl but I guess that’s Cynthia’s job. This morning she was boasting to everyone about her new attached status. Brian sure knows how to pick them, that is exactly how he wanted it. Okay so I’m still bitter, but at least I know it’s not about me or even him, it’s about the school and its expectations. All day the only thing on people’s minds is the game. No teacher gives homework, people talk about how many goals Brian is going to score. On the inside I’m absolutely glowing. Even if I can’t declare it publicly I still know it’s my man their talking about. I engage in several “Hurricane or Brian Kinney, who would win…” conversations, always choosing Brian, because it’s the truth. Brian pretends to be above it all but I know he loves the attention. It makes the game mean more, because sometimes it’s not just all about him. I must admit that seeing Brian play isn’t the only thought on my mind. I am ridiculously excited for what he has planned for this afternoon. We’ve only fucked a handful of times, and every one has been better than the previous. “What if the hurricane was named Brian Kinney?” Pat Fischl’s goofy face and smile brings me out of my thoughts. “Now that’s a tough one, but I think I’ll have to stick with Brian.” I reply with a smile. Whaddya think??