Another night spent great. Movies and snacks with the one and only, Candice. She let you touch her hair this time.
A relationship with her sometimes proves to be a bit much to handle, due to her temper, her preferences for clothing and such. She even wakes up hours earlier to make sure she looks good, like doing her hair, her nails, everything.
The movie wasn't anything "wow", but it sure did catch your guys' shared braincells attention. The movie is "Bring It On", of course. You go girls.
Her friends' are worse than her, each having their mental problems which sometimes surprise you. You have met them, yes, and you don't really feel like doing it again. But you don't have a say. Agree with Candice or die.
Movie ends. Candice gets up, using your chest as leverage and intentionally pressing down hard, drawing a small wheeze out of you. She doesn't forget to tease you with her walk as she goes out of her bedroom where you both are in right now. Down the hall she says- "Gonna take a bath! You better wait for me!"
And you wait. And you fall asleep of course. You're not waken up, but do feel her getting in with you, and of course, slurring you out.
You wake up in the middle of the night, having heard her doing her hair with the blow drier in the bathroom, and can't fall back asleep. Looking at the time its about 5 AM. You decide to just wait and listen to her getting ready, turning on the TV and putting on some random channel that caught your eye.
It's like that until she comes back to get her nail polish, which she forgot in her nightstand. And you wait. And you fall asleep of course. You're not waken up, but do feel her getting in with you, and of course, slurring you out.
You wake up in the middle of the night, having heard her doing her hair with the blow drier in the bathroom, and can't fall back asleep. Looking at the time its about 5 AM. You decide to just wait and listen to her getting ready, turning on the TV and putting on some random channel that caught your eye.
It's like that until she comes back to get her nail polish, which she forgot in her nightstand.
"Huh? You're awake? Well, good, I'll scold you later for not waiting for me." She looks at the TV. "Cartoons? Really?" She then mutters. "God, why am I with such a loser..."
"Anyway. Forgot to tell you yesterday. I'm going out today with my friends."