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“So what time are you picking up that girl at the airport? I told you this forty times.” She showed so much respect for my soul mate. I also carried her backpack because I’m good like that. I thought they’d be just another thing to carry back, and with the luggage and all…” I said as we made our way to get her suitcases.
She wasn’t going home until the next day, due to her exam schedule. All I really had left at school was my guitar, computer, and some clothes, and a shit load of posters. =] I can understand her hesitation, being Larisa hadn’t met her, my dad, or my sister yet, but come on. After a nice long hug we let go and walked to go get her luggage, hand in hand. “You know, I used to be afraid of flying.” “Really? Of course there were no colored folk pushing a group of carts for wheeling the luggage around.
Celebrities referenced – Larisa Oleynik, Avril Lavigne. ) You’d think date rape drugs would be easy to score. He always brought his clothes and other small belongs to and from the dorm in giant hockey bags. It did save you from carrying a dozen boxes, but the bags must have easily weighed over a hundred pounds.
I highly suggest you read the first part of this series, “Good Boy”, before reading this story. ” I yelled out as I tugged on the computer wires tangled behind my desk. He never stopped to think of that as he packed them as tight as possible. They’re all tangled,” I answered as I gave it one nice hard yank.
I had to BS one of the essays, but I think I got at least a B.
“So, how was your flight,” I asked as we waited for her luggage to appear at baggage claim. It sucks when you’re not flying with a friend.” I assumed she was referring to the flight she took here with her friend Michelle over a year ago. ” I asked as I held her from behind, my arms wrapped around her waist. They showed 10 Things I Hate About You.” “Hahahahaha. I rested my chin on her shoulders and tightened my arms around her waist to comfort her from the pain of the in-flight movie.
” my mom asked me as she drove under the speed limit in the far right lane. “That was sweet of you, and so logical,” she laughed as she squeezed my hand and nudged her shoulder against mine.
In all seriousness, our relationship wasn’t that bad. I’m not saying that we aren’t sarcastic and standoffish… After about an hour-long drive, we finally got back home. The trees were covered in leaves, the grass slightly long. When you’re around a nice neighborhood like mine all the time when you’re little, you don’t appreciate the beauty of it. Even though we talked everyday, I yearned to hold her, to feel her soft body against mine, to stare into her loving brown eyes. I missed the way she laughed, the way she smelled, the way she tied me up and gave me a foot job. That’s why I spent 2 months driving around with the following CDs – a Metallica bootleg you couldn’t even understand due to shitty quality, Oasis, Presidents of the United States of America, and two Tantric albums. I had selected some Metallica and Avril Lavigne CDs for the ride.
I missed her so much since she went back to California a few months before. It was sort of a pain in the ass to have to take it out to switch discs. Still not getting a whole lot of hours or pay.” Barely part time hours and I was making .50. “Just enough to take you out and spoil you a bit.” Spoil her at the dollar menu. I never felt anything like that with my other girlfriends.