| Alright, so a natural friend of mine and I have been seeing these girls - HB8 and HB9 on the scale. Both of them are pretty much party girls, but they're fun to be around and pretty cool. Last weekend I ran some game to the HB9, we hit it off a lot while her friend was puking her guts out. Throughout that week we were texting back and forth a bit, I fucked up by getting way too in my head if you know what I'm talking about.
Bear with me, the hardest part about this is admitting I was wrong >_>.
Anyways, last weekend ended with me and my boy Brandon on the couch with our respective girls sleeping in our arms, and I gotta say I started getting attracted to this girl. After they left in the morning we continued texting back and forth with a lot of innuendo and fluffy, cutesy shit. You know what I mean. We make plans to chill at my house for the weekend.
So, fast-forward at little bit and we're at my place. There was some fluff talk but nothing too major. She had admitted that she liked me earlier, and I told the truth and said the exact same thing. Like a moron. The extras tonight included my best friend Carl, and this social retard everybody hates named Devon. Who was there to be milked for money and his car >_>.
Drama ensues, as it always does when there's teenagers about. Because we were so embarrassed during our earlier conversation, me and HB9 kind of found it awkward to speak to each other. I jumped upstairs with Carl for a minute to smoke a bong and reflect on the situation.
BAD-FUCKING-IDEA.
It gets me a bit more in my head, and I make the mistake of thinking she was bullshitting about liking me and using me just like we were all using Devon. This was not true, and if there was one thing I regret about that night it is believing this load of bullshit.
Her friend spends almost 2 hours coming up to find out what was wrong 'cause I had been avoiding HB9. After getting pushed by Brandon and his girl, I end up going downstairs to find her laying down in the guest bedroom. When I opened the door she looked up and was smiling, and I was too.
It was late, we were both tired, and I crawled into bed next to her and we fell asleep. And here it is, the main reason I failed so hard? I COULDN'T FUCKING KISS HER. I wanted to, God damn I wanted to, we were supposedly 'sleeping' but both of us were just pretending. I could have, I should have, I didn't, and I'm about to smack myself in the face.
5 hours of cuddling later, after we wake up, we go up to my room to wake and bake. She was laying on my bed. She fakes hitting the bowl and claims it doesn't work with a not-nearly-as-obvious-as-it-is-now smile, and I shrug and walk downstairs.
Kick me in the nuts right now. I don't deserve a penis. Advice or tips welcome as well, but for the most part I just need to be punched in the face..
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