The Cat's Meow (standard:romance, 8296 words)
Author: Udream	Added: Jul 08 2002	Views/Reads: 3300/2238	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A group of friends who on the way to find peace and happiness push each other down and lift one another up.

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She looked at me and smiled "I'm damn sure glad we took your car because
chances are you're gonna barf and I'd never forgive you if you had done 
it in my baby." I just rolled my eyes and said, “Fuck off!”. And with 
that statement I laid back while she backed out into the street. I let 
the wind blow all over me. My hair was flying around behind me. 

I kicked off my shoes. The wind air drying the sweat that collected all
over my skin. My damp, gold glitter covered shirt slowly dried.” Damn I 
could do some serious damage with my nipples! They were so friggin 
hard; they could poke someone's eye out. I still felt clammy though I 
couldn't wait to take off my tight, black, low cut pants, that seemed 
to be looking like latex now. I started to get a little self conscious. 


"Do these pants always look this tight?" She looked at me at the corner
of my eye 

"Yeah we always wondered how you got those bitches on. They're so tight
they look like skin." 

I'm tired of people proclaiming I'm so good they'd wait forever to be
with me and then a month comes by and their dicks start talking to 
them. I closed my eyes trying to make the tears roll back in where they 
came from. But that was a bad idea cause all I could see was them in a 
69. 

Gosh look what I'm going back to. Do I want him back? Hell nah. I mean
he is my fiancé. And I mean were in the 20th century, of course he 
wouldn't wait for me. Damn all of his "I love that you are waiting till 
you're married" speeches felt like a big insult. Like it was him and 
that bitch's way of saying "You're so fucking pathetic! While you hold 
out I'm screwing your best friend's brains out, so go ahead with your 
illusions." 

I just felt like the epitome of dumb at the moment. The tears started to
roll down my eyes no matter how hard I tried to keep them in. 

"Hey babe we're going over to your house, we're were packing up your
clothes right now and we're going over to my house. He's not worth your 
time and don't even think about taking him back. We're just getting 
this over with so we don't have to see them again." 

I just looked at her. Damn I hated when she read my mind. I don't like
being transparent, dangit. When we reached the apartment I put on my 
gold stilettos and jumped out, taking a big swallow of air. 

All of a sudden I didn't feel like my alcohol dreamland anymore. Reality
seemed to be back in effect, and back with a bang. I straighten myself 
out. I straightened my clothes, ran a brush through my hair and grabbed 
my purse on my way out the door. I ran to the car, putting as much 
distance between myself and the apartment as possible. 

I turned back around to the building and strutted my ass in. "I'm not
gonna let him get the best of me" I chanted as I strode into the 
elevator. Yes, I strode! I walked like a woman on a mission, a woman 
that should not be fucked with unless you wanted a shower of cuss words 
and reflecting a betrayed broken heart all directed to you. When we 
reached the 15th floor I put myself in business mode. I just blocked 
everything emotional out. 

The saying bitch on heels was made just for me at that moment. I strode
into our, I should say my former apartment. There he was on the couch 
looking smug like shit in a pig pen with her lying in his arms both of 
them sound asleep. Shelly touched my shoulder and gave it a firm grasp. 


I slid my purse off my left shoulder and caught it with my right hand
and put it on the little table by the door. I walked in our room, 
grabbing my bags, while Shelly started shelling out my clothes from 
inside the drawers. We made sure we were very quiet. The last thing I 
wanted to do is have to look at them and listen to them give me their 
lame ass apologies. 

I mean they obviously weren't sorry; they're all husband and wife on my
friggen couch. Within 2 hours we packed everything up in suitcases and 
trash bags. There was a big pile in front of the door. Damn this was 
gonna be a load to carry. I kicked off my heels and put on some comfy 
beat down Timberland boots. 

We started to go back and forth. Up and down the elevator or stairs what
ever one showed more promise at the time. Within 30 minutes we were 
done. There was only my purse and shoes to grab. I changed from my 
boots into my heels again. I don't know about you but a bar is looking 
not just good, but damn good at the moment. 

I threw my boots in the garbage. They were a little bit too beat down
for my taste and I decided to leave the trash where trash belonged. As 
I grabbed my purse, I looked and saw my grandmas quilt wrapped around 
the lil slut. 

I didn't even realize that she had blanket around her. But not only did
she have a blanket wrapped around her she had my friggen blankie 
wrapped around her. I mean what more does she want. She got my man now 
she wants my dead grannies blankie she made just for me. 

I walked up to her fiercely, and grabbed the quilt snatching it from her
so hard her body jerked up and fell back, her head landing right into 
his crotch area. "Well, your head seems to be their a lot lately." I 
made sure that a lot was exaggerated. They looked up at me. She was too 
ashamed to meet my eye. 

But him, he looked dead at me. I looked at his dark brown chocolate
skin, and his thick hair braided back. His well define jaw line and 
luscious lips. His hazel eyes, his muscular body. Him looking like a 
long curly haired Morris Chestnut. He looked right in my eye and I saw 
him smirk, which just pissed me off even more. I can't believe I 
actually was in love with this stupid ass son of a bitch. 

At this point I wished I could have gone back in time and thrown his
moms into an abortion clinic, which is pretty damn bad since I'm 
pro-life. I smiled at him, a loving tender smile, and folded my quilt 
slowly. 

I liked the fact that I could make her uncomfortable in my presence and
that little smile I threw his way had him for a loop. He was probably 
wondering what the hell I had to smile about. His smug ass probably 
liked what he was doing. Probably got a kick out of it. I knew it was 
better to smile at him and act like I didn't care than to cuss him out 
because then when those words spill from your mouth he knows he has a 
piece of your heart. 

Damn see now I know why there are Serial Killers! Cause I know if I had
a gun in my hand I'd have a bullet for each of them. At this moment I 
felt like I could kill everyone who even knew about them. I looked down 
at my friend, and bent down a little bit which made her move back 
scared. I Kissed her on her cheek which seemed to knock her for a loop 
as well. "Take care of yourself babe have a nice life." 

With that I turned on my heels. The sound of her sobs was ringing in my
ears while I was going down the elevator. Why show endearment to her. 
Hello? Rule 22: don't give them a reason to call you a bitch. Now she 
can't pin nasty comments on me and cover up her shame with anger. 

Nope I showed her love and that's just as bad as throwing her down a
flight of stairs. I jumped in the car and Shelly looked at me 
quizzically. She was there the whole time at the end of the door. I 
guess she wondered why I kissed her too. I no longer felt the need to 
go to another bar, it wasn't as if  Shelly was going to let me anyway. 
So we pulled out to her house. 

Jacob 

I looked at the door in disbelief, she actually smiled. Fuck I can't
stand her cool calm ass one bit. Why did I cheat on her? Because she's 
a tease, she gets me all excited on purpose and then leaves me high and 
dry. So damnit if she wanted to be like that, which is dead wrong, then 
I can be dead wrong too. 

One look at April and I knew all I needed to know. She had green eyes
for sure. I don't mean it literally for you slow pokes I meant it 
figuratively. She was envious and jealous of Cat. She always had been. 
Cat is always the main attraction and attention getter when they go 
out. 

I mean Cat undeniably has major appeal. She could put on beat up
clothes, those raggedy boots and still ooze sex appeal. 

Then you throw Shelly in that equation. Her body looks like a white twin
to Cat's. So by the times guy's eyes take a look at Cat or Shelly, 
April with her 5'6, 104, short hair that didn't seem to grow,  she did 
have great Asian persuasion dark eyes. But she was lacking drastically 
in the T&A section, plus low self esteem. 

She was more of a prop then the shining star in the production. But I
mean Suzanne wasn't ugly but she just wasn't breathtaking like Cat or 
titillating like Shelly. Then throw in the fact that she and Cat are 
attracted to the same guys. She's always been in Cat's shadow, just 
there pining away for some attention. 

It was all too easy to scoop her up. It's been going for months. For
such a smart woman Cat sure can be naive. Now that Cat knows I can get 
Shelly to do about anything because everyone else for sure has cut her 
off. Now I'm all she's got. But back to the fucking smile, what the 
hell was up with that? Damn I can't stand her. Oh I don't know why she 
fronting, she know she loves me... right? 

"Hey calm down April" I said a little irritated. April was laying there
crying her heart out. Not just regular tears and all. I mean her body 
shaking and trembling. She was constantly taking deep gasp of breath. 

Damn I'm hungry. "Hey April why don't you take your ass in the kitchen
and finish crying, while you make me something to eat." She looked up 
at me an nodded. She waddled her trembling body into the kitchen. I can 
definitely get use to this. If that was Cat she would have chewed my 
head off. 

I mean damn no more sarcastic comments, teasing sessions and all that,
ushy gushy shit she likes. Just some plain ol' dictatorship and fucking 
definitely more of my pace. 

Mike 

As I saw a fist trying to connect with my face, I turned ever so swiftly
to my side and countered with a fist making contact with this thug. 
Before giving him a chance to retaliate, I did a swift 360 turn and my 
leg and his chest met each other. He fell to the ground. 

With that I left the alley really quick, never taking my eyes off of
him. I guess all that training wasn't for nothing. I mean what the hell 
was he thinking? Hello? I'm a solid mass of 185 pounds, 6'3” in height. 
I mean damn these Brooklyn thugs need to quit it. 

They're getting over their heads now. I'm just glad he didn't have a
gun. How the hell did I end up in the ghetto? Damn guess I made a wrong 
turn, I mean no Manhattan white guy needs to be found jogging in the 
ghetto. I was asking for it. 

Before I was rudely interrupted by "give me your shit white boy." I was
deep in thought. I probably wandered over here by accident. I wandered 
back over to some safer areas of Brooklyn and decided I was safe enough 
to resume my pity party. 

Why the hell is it as soon as I get attached to someone I find out
they're using me? In the family department I'm cursed. I mean my dad is 
so busy about work he doesn't have time for me. My Mom has to be the 
host of every fucking party out there. I don't even think my parent 
even know I exist. 

The only one I have is my older brother Marcus (Mark). My other brothers
don't give a damn about me. To them I'm that 5 year old boy begging to 
hang out with the boys. I'm a man now I mean damn. I'm 24 yrs old and 
I'm already a lawyer. That shit don't come easy. That takes discipline 
and ambition. Now looking back at it, Mark practically raised me. He's 
the one who waited up for me at night when I wasn't home. He was the 
one giving that speech about the birds and the bees. He's the one that 
saw me off to my prom. 

Damn, I just want a real family. Even those dysfunctional family shows
have more of a bond then my family. Looking back at my life and who was 
in it, I only get as much as a birthday present on my birthday and a 
“hey there“ every once awhile in the office from my other brothers. 
When do I get a family to come home to? But I guess that's too good for 
someone like me. 

Other then Mark I only had one friend. How pathetic is that? I don't
even know where the hell he lives anymore. I met him when I ran away 
and my uncle decided to take me in for the summer. My uncle owns a 
chain of hotels for mostly upper middle class families. 

My uncle Jim gave me a choice to stay with my parents or work with him
at his hotel. I thought about it and decided I'd have a better time 
over at Uncle Jim's place. He threw me on staff with a whole bunch of 
people my age. I was 15 at the time. It was kinda like a culture shock. 


I never had to clean up after myself and here I was cleaning up after
other people. I never had to work for money and now the only source of 
money I was getting was from my paycheck, which was insanely low. I 
used to spend more money in a day that what I got every two weeks in 
those paychecks. Plus I was used to having a big grand room for myself 
and now I was sharing a room the size of my closet at home with some 
Spanish boy. 

I was having a hard time adjusting to say the least. The first two weeks
were excruciating. But I knew I couldn't go home. Mark was gone with 
his girlfriend at the time to travel abroad by themselves. 

He wanted to take me but my dad and Mom said I was too young and too
much of a "problem" child to go. No matter how hard it was to actually 
work the thought of sticking in a house with those two was enough to 
keep me put. But the boy I shared the room with took pity on me. 
Everyone called him Jay. 

He befriended me. He was a Spanish guy, a year younger than me. He
ragged on me so much about how I talked and acted. He always said his 
goal for the summer was to make me a "homeboy." Heh looking back on it 
I think he succeeded. 

If you were there when we first met you would have never thought that at
the end of the summer we would become best friends: 

June 14, 1993, Monday 

I looked around the room and the frown on my face was all you needed to
see to know I wasn't pleased. When I sat down on the bed this boy 
around my age came in. 

"Hello my name is Michael Edwards." I said putting my hand out to shake
his. 

"Hey Mike, everyone calls me J (Jay)." He said slapping my hand and
smiling. 

"No my name is Michael, not Mike." I said taking my hand away and
looking at this little 'ghetto' boy 

"Yeah and my name ain't Jay neither but that don't stop anyone from
calling me it now do they. It's just a nick so get use to it their guy 
because no one is gonna call you Michael." He said the Michael in a 
mocking butler tone. 

"Well this encounter was very enlightening. Excuse me I have work to
do." With that I was walking towards the door. 

"Alright square you're excused," he said in a mocking tone again. I
almost wanted to turn around and catapult my fist into his face but I 
just continued my way out. 

I shook my head thinking about that first meeting. What an asshole we
both were. I can't even believe I used to talk like that. For one thing 
he sure wasn't lying when he called me a square. I didn't even look at 
him for two weeks after that. 

All that work was wearing me down and making me miserable. At that point
I was questioning if I should just leave and go home. And I thought 
home was hell on earth so you could guess how much I hated the job. But 
he took pity on me one day. 

June 25, 1993, Friday 

"Hey um Michael you wanna go to the movies with us." I shook my head no.
I wasn't even paying attention. It was just an auto response. All his 
friends left and he stayed and walked over to me 

"Why are you such a dick?" With that remark I was up in his face ready
to fight. He didn't even flinch or anything when I got up. We were nose 
to nose staring at each other. A pissed off look painted my face, but 
he looked more amused than anything else. 

"I don't know what your problem is but I think it would be best if you
just stayed away from me. Shouldn't you be  busy working on how to get 
your family off of welfare or something.' With that I felt an iron fist 
connect with my jaw. It jolted my body back and I landed on my bed. 
Before I could even move he was on top of me, his arm pressing down on 
my neck, making it hard to breathe. 

'You little cunt. I was trying to be nice to you. First of all cracker,
our parents probably have the same amount of money. I just don't choose 
to flaunt it. Don't worry there square I'll leave your ass alone from 
now on. Remember you asked for it.' 

With that he was gone. He didn't even sweat. I found out later that his
parent were upper middle class. He thought I was just some boy whose 
parents were doctors, who sent me to friggin private school or 
something. I never let on that he was wrong about that. 

He's the one who got me into martial arts. He must be pretty damn deadly
by now. I can't remember exactly how or when we became friends but we 
did. I remembered one of the most interesting nights when we went and 
rented a ton of movies. Movies I never even so much of heard. They were 
vulgar and raw and they made all the stereotypes I believed crumple. 
They threw out a lot of the prejudice I had in me. He had me watching 
all these black, Latino, British, and urban movies all weekend. It 
definitely opened my eyes to a lot of things. 

July 16, 1993, Friday 

"What's up square?" 

"How many times do I have to tell you Jay? I don't like to be talked to
in that manner." 

"Hey don't hate on me cuz ya act like you got a stick up your ass." 

"Well do not 'hate' on me because I have class and you're seriously
lacking in that department." 

"Oh lordie, lordie did you just use Ebonics. You're learning there son."


"You really want me to apply some deadly force to your face." 

"Yeah right what are you gonna do. Hit me in my face with a glove and
challenge me to duel. Hey Mike I ain't trying to get on your case but 
you need to loosen up and have some fun. Everything you do is so exact, 
so on point. You have to think everything through. The fun part about 
being a teenager is being spontaneous. It's good to fumble or mess 
something up sometimes. It won't kill ya, look at me I'm always fucking 
shit up dog." 

"I know and that is all I need to know to make me want to do the exact
opposite." 

"Ha shut ya stanking ass up, eh. You know you wanna be like the Jay
man." 

"Do I have mentally ill on my forehead?" 

"Umm... yeah" he said and broke up laughing 

"Your momma" 

"Oh.....my...gosh.....your making it h... h... hard to breathe......Not
your momma its your MOMS. I think you've been watching to many Spike 
Lee films papi" he said through his laughter. 

"Who in God's name is Spike Lee" 

"Are you serious?" He said looking at me like I was crazy. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"That's) it. We gotta make a detour to the video store homie. We gotta
put your ass on to some great shit." 

After that he taught me some karate moves, as well as how to play taps,
and basketball. I taught him to play cricket and tennis. I think we 
both changed each others views on a lot of stuff. 

I began to really enjoy working at my uncle's place. I started to feel
proud when I got my pay check. This was something I earned. I got Jay 
into fine old cars and he got me into indie films. By the end of the 
summer I felt more loose, more alive. 

That's when I started to grow my hair. My father hated it so much, which
was all  my brother needed to start growing his out as well. I let mine 
grow out as long as it could get. My brother always keeps his at his 
neck. 

We both decided we'd never cut it short. It was  rare to find something
that irked the hell out of my father and this was one of them. He was 
also disgusted by the way I started talking afterwards as well, 
constantly telling me that I was butchering the English language. Every 
summer after that until I turned 18 I spent at that hotel hanging out 
with Jay, joking on him, double dating and working out. Now, looking 
back, I think all in all it made me a better person. 

Ring... 

Ring... 

Ring... 

My thoughts of some of the best parts of my childhood were disturbed by
my cell phone. I looked at the caller id and saw it was someone I 
didn't want to talk to. One thing is for sure, whoever said money can't 
buy you happiness was a wise person. Cause all I seem to attract are 
materialistic gold diggers. 

Speaking of gold diggers, that's who just called me. I recently broke up
with my current girlfriend, Jennifer. No, that's way too good for her. 
I just broke up with my current hooker. She might not take the money 
automatically after sex but she sure did try to get every fucking cent 
I would give her. 

She went away to see her parents in Wisconsin and would be back in town
today. I still felt so down about the whole situation. She had seemed 
so sweet at first, almost endearing. 

Today I started searching the sunrise with my morning jog; but, by
sunset, I still came up empty.I was looking and  searching for nothing. 
I sat in the park and watched the sun rise, or walked by the pier and 
contemplated the calm sea. After the day was done, I still felt as if I 
were searching for something and nothing at the same time. 

I might not be physically lost but mentally and spiritually I was and I
need to find a way to  get myself on solid ground. I've been walking 
around New York City forever and now I'm finally on my way home. Or 
should I call it a house because it for damn sure isn't a home. It 
being a home would imply that love there and my apartment knows no such 
thing. It knows pain and it knows emptiness. 

I stepped into my car and as soon as I got seated I saw the most 'Wow'
girl. I mean she was sexier then sex itself. She was probably another 
gold digging bitch anyway. With that I sped off. 

After a few minutes, I  reached my  building. My father considered this
apartment to be ghetto. But that's bull because if this same apartment 
was in Manhattan it would rent for probably ten times what it's running 
for. What he really means is if it's not a filthy rich neighborhood 
then its no good. Screw him! I bought it the other day. Yes, the whole 
apartment building. If you haven't figured out that I'm filthy rich 
yet, then you're a tad bit slow. I've made a conscious decision to find 
someone who could love me just for me and not for how many zeroes in my 
bank account. 

My brother Mark and I call it the "home project" cause that's what I'm
looking for, somewhere or better yet someone to call home. So I decided 
to give up my Manhattan apartment and go look in the "normal people" 
areas. When I saw this building I loved it automatically. It's really 
old and it doesn't look all that great. But you can see with a little 
construction and new paint, it would be a masterpiece. 

It was a small apartment building, only 4 floors. Everything inside the
halls, the walls are made up of deep dark mahogany wood. As soon as I 
reached the hall way on the fourth floor to my apartment. I heard the 
phone ring. 

I ran down the hall and fumbled with my keys, finally getting them into
the lock. But, by the time I reached the door, it was too late and my 
machine picked up. 

My apartment was meager compared to my other places of residence. But
the whole idea was to look like a normal boy. My brother and his wife 
took all my clothes and replaced then with less expensive rags, leaving 
me with only my expensive suits for work. I looked around, I mean it's 
a nice little place,I guess. I think its growing on me though. It might 
be small, but it was mine. I hate my dad's house, it reeks of money. So 
this is a good change. My older brothers, Matthew and Mason, started 
calling me "section 8,” referring to the projects. Now I understand why 
people do wicked things to their brothers. 

I walked in my apartment. To the left my living room has the trademark
mahogany wooden floor and built in wall unit and bookcase, is a large 
window looking out. The leather couch, love seat, curtains and lazy boy 
are all crème, with a maroon and gray pillow thrown in here, and there 
on the couches. 

The fire place is done in gray stone. To the right is a large kitchen,
that keeps the same theme as the living room. Right beside it is a 
little dining area. Complete with a nice chandelier over the table. 

You can go either left or right. You go left past the living room is a
bathroom and a guest room. You go right like how I am now, past the 
kitchen and dining area is my room. My room is big compared to average 
peoples. It has a sitting area far off. 

With a small built in entertainment center, with a gray love seat and
lazy boy. I have a huge king size bed, with maroon sheets and curtains, 
and with maroon, crème and gray pillows on all the couches and my bed. 
My bathroom is pretty much following the same theme. I dropped in the 
bed and relaxed for a little while. I weighed my options. I could lay 
in here and go to sleep or go wash my stanking ass. I eventually got up 
after talking myself into it for a little while. 

I went into the bathroom that's connected to my room and the hall, I
took off my clothes and let them dropped where they may. While passing 
by the full length mirror I took a look at myself. I'm 6'3, 185 lbs of 
muscle. Pretty damn cut up. 

Light tan complexion, blue eyes and long blond hair that reaches a
little bit above the small in my back. I ran my hand through my hair 
and then jumped in the warm water. I let the water fall on me washing 
away the tension and bullshit. After a long shower I jumped out and, 
without even drying, dropped in my bed and I was out for the count. 

Shelly 

I looked over at Cat, she finally barfed which was expected. Damn, this
was defiantly a change of pace. Normally Cat is the mother hen looking 
after us irresponsible children. I hated Jacob for what he did to her, 
but of all I cant stand April for what she did to Cat. 

I know she was desperate but damn she didn't have to go there. If she
could do that to Cat she could do that to me. I shook my head in 
disgust or pity; I'm not too sure which one it is I feel for her at the 
moment. I snapped out of it and realized that I finally got to my 2 
story house. 

I looked over to see Cat passed out in the car. Cat and I are about the
same size. So I can't lug her fat ass up my stairs. Better get my roomy 
John to come and get this lard ass out of this damn car. 

I finally got John out of his bed which he made sure I understood
completely that I ripped him away from a pair of titties on his chest, 
a good dream and a possible #4 love making session with his slut of the 
night. But when I told him Cat was in the car passed out he looked at 
me and laughed like that was the funniest thing he ever heard. So I 
pulled his lazy ass out of the bed and gave him the summary of what 
happened. He kept looking at me like I was lying that's until he made 
it outside. He got real quiet when he saw Cat. 

Her tear striped face in the glow of the moonlight, I could tell by the
way his body stiffened that he got real mad. He was like our big 
brother, though we were all the same age, 24. 

He was an exception, when you see John you go Whoa! If he wasn't such a
ho he'd be perfect. I mean he was linebacker huge, which is exactly the 
way the three musketeers liked them. Well, I guess they're no longer 
the three musketeers. April took Jacob over friendship which was not 
cool. 

But anyway we liked them big, to the point they doubled our mass. I
don't know about you but I love to be lost in big strong arms. I guess 
that was the problem all 3 of us almost have the same exact taste in 
men, but it never seemed to be a big deal before this. 

We all liked the big and I mean John was big. Not like the bodybuilders
you see on TV. I mean all 3 of us are '5.5' or '5.6' and around 110 
pounds so it doesn't take much to almost double us in mass. John had a 
really nice midsection. Six pack so strong it looked like he could go a 
month without working out and he'd still have it. 

Short hair, now that's a difference between our tastes. Cat loved long
haired guys not me I liked their hair short and April didn't really 
care about that. Lets just fucking say John physically and mentally was 
perfect. But it was the emotional part I was having problems with. I 
looked at him as he picked Cat out as soft and as delicate as he could. 


"You're the biggest teddy bear I've ever seen. Throw her over your
shoulder and get on with it." He gave me a cut the shit out look, which 
he seemed to have down almost as perfect as Cat. He walked her into the 
quaint little house we shared, which was supposed to be temporarily but 
he just ended up staying. 

The slut of the day was up and not to happy to see him carrying some
girl in his arms. She started to cuss him out but I just threw her shit 
in her face and pushed her out of the door. Hmm I wonder what the 
neighbors would think if they saw a naked girl getting dressed in front 
of my house. He laid Cat on the couch and shot up and started rummaging 
thru his room for a little bit. When he came back he had his recent bed 
sheets in his hand and was headed to the laundry room. 

He  picked Cat up just as softly as before, as if she were glass or
something, like is she would break somehow. Took her and laid her into 
his bed, he slowly pulled off the leather skin tight pants which amazed 
me. 

Then put her under the covers and laid her head on his chest. Wow, if
you told me it was humanly possible getting those skin tight pants off 
so smoothly with just a little tug I would have called you a liar. But  
he is the worlds biggest whore I'm sure he's had a lot of practice 
taking girls clothes off. With that thought in my mind I felt a pang in 
my chest. Nope I'm not going there. I got over that senior year I'm not 
going back to crushing over John again. 

No way. So I sat up undid my pants and shirt went through one of John's
dressers and pulled out one of his shirts, which was a perfect size for 
a nightie. I laid down beside him, putting my head on the other side of 
John's huge chest. 

Mike 

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing off the damn hook. I reached
over to get the cordless but person was gone already. I was already up 
so I got my ass up and put on a pair of boxers briefs. I lay down on my 
couch and stretched out. I popped on the TV and put it on the cartoon 
network. 

OK I know I just bitched and moaned about being an adult. But hello who
the hell said adults can't watch cartoons; within a few minutes though 
I was drifting off again. But right about the time I was going to sail 
away in my dreams the phone rang again. I groaned and grabbed the phone 


"What" I said irritated. 

"Hello to you too" said a female's voice 

"Oh give me a fucking break how the hell did you get my number?" 

"Oh so is that how it is supposed to be" she said, irritation very
evident in her voice. 

"No that's not how its SUPPOSED to be that's how it IS" and with that I
clicked the phone. 

I looked at the answering machine and saw that I had 2 messages.
Probably from her, how the hell did she get my number? I just moved in 
here. I don't even know the number by heart yet. 

I for damn sure didn't give it to her, with that thought in my head I
heard a knock. I automatically got mad, if she knew my number she knew 
where I lived. This better not be her I said as  I walked to the door 
and there the bitch was looking at me with cold eyes. 

As I opened the door, I saw soft brown long legs, a short skirt, black
pumps and a black tight ladies suit jacket. It was Jennifer, my ex. 

I looked at her and she looked at me for a while. I know why she's here,
she knows why she's here. Hmm, I wonder how long it will take before 
she just says the inevitable. I moved from in front of the door 
gesturing her to come in. 

She walked in slowly. You could tell instantly she was pissed. This
suited me fine because I was pissed as well, but the best way to piss 
her off is indirectly. Just act fake and sweet and it would tick her 
off. Which was weird because that's exactly how she acted, I looked at 
her again. I hope she wont give me no damn holier than thou attitude. 

"You want something to drink" 

"Yeah thanks, I had a long day. I went to our apartment. Well, I guess I
should say mine because all your stuff was gone. " 

"Cool. I got coke, beer, sprite, orange, apple, cranberry and tango
mango juice." I said ignoring her comment completely. She glared at me 
and finally 

"A beer." 

So I brought her the beer and we sat down completely uncomfortable. We
sat there about 5 minutes, until she started kissing me, her hands 
sliding down my chest. At this moment I realized all I had on was my 
boxer briefs. 

As her hand followed my treasure trail, she grabbed a hold of my umm...
treasure. I can't believe this crap, I could feel my food turn in the 
pit of my stomach. She disgusted me, I hated her. Her fakeness, her 
attitude and the way she looked at the world. My prick didn't agree 
with me of course. But hey all he's concerned about is getting into 
something wet and tight. I sat there looking at my wooden floors with 
my hands on my hips. Not reciprocating the affection she was showing, 
she finally realized I wasn't kissing her back. 

So she slowly moved her hands away from my treasure, hoping that I would
tell her to keep going. Of course I didn't. My treasure was screaming 
at me at the top of its hold on it doesn't have lungs. OK well treasure 
was making it abundantly clear he didn't agree with the big head. 

I looked at her. I thought I saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes. But I
know better then to know it was her pride hurt not her heart. "Have you 
ever loved me" I said. She was about to give the answer but I cut in. 
"Don't lie to me. I'm more of a job then a boyfriend to you. You're 
just going through the motions with me. I know it and you know it so 
don't bullshit me." 

She gasped a little and I knew I hit the nail right in the head. I
looked over at her and her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "So tell me Jen 
what's the difference between you and a hooker." When I said that, I 
saw anger appear on her face. It was hilarious to me. 

So I started laughing at her dead in her face which seemed to piss her
off even more. She was quiet for a while and she said a comment under 
her breathe which didn't phase me a damn bit. She got up abruptly and 
started cussing me out in Spanish. Which made me laugh even more, I 
don't know why but the shit just seemed funny to me. 

I mean look how fucking pathetic I am. I stayed with someone who I can't
stand at all for 7 months. Now that's pretty damn pathetic in my book. 
When she reached the door she looked at me with venom in her eyes and 
said "I'm a month late." With that she turned on her heels and left. 

That last comment left me paralyzed. I didn't want to have a kid with
her. That would be hell on earth. Fuck. Now I'm even more pathetic but 
this time it no longer seemed funny. 

Jennifer 

I jumped in my car and drove off, I looked back, he wasn't there. He's
supposed to be at the damn door watching me leave, He didn't even move 
when I told him I was late. What he said was right. 

I didn't love him. I mean I lusted for him but that was it. Yeah he's
fine, he's rich and he should be mine dag nabbit. He was supposed to be 
the guy I married and had great looking kids with. 

What about the beach house in Hawaii and California, the loft in
Manhattan? Well, he already gave me that, the cabin in Connecticut, the 
trips to Peru, Italy, and Geneva. 

What about the shopping sprees? And a nice big back account full of
money? He's screwing with my damn plan. I've worked too hard for him to 
fuck me over. I'm going to get revenge. I've been seeing other men in 
secret. 

But no one has as much money as he does. He is a really sweet guy
though. But shit still I hate when people break up with me. I'm 
supposed to be the damn heartbreaker. I loathe him so much, he just 
gets under my nerves. 

Well, I was thinking of keeping the baby but now I'm sure I do not want
any thing to do with him. Even if I had the baby he would just sick 
himself and his brother on me and take me to court for the kid. And I 
know he's a great lawyer, one of the top at his fathers firm. And when 
he's determined to get something he gets it one way or the other. So I 
wouldn't get a cent, the audacity of him. 

I pulled up to the clinic and sat in my car and stared at it for a
while, I can do this. I don't want to be a mother, and I really don't 
want to be a broke mother. When he finds out it'll cut him like a 
knife. I'll be the one with the last laugh. 

I hope it brings him to tears, then I can laugh in his face. Hooker!
What nerve. He's gonna pay for that remark. That's my word!! That's 
about all the damn motivation I need, I shot out of my car and walked 
into the clinic. I made an appointment for 2 weeks from now, that 
should give me some thinking time. 

John 

I held them both in my arms. At this moment I felt very content. I have
my best friend. Someone I can confide in with all my secrets and never 
have to even so much as worry about it being repeated. In the other arm 
I have the girl of my dreams. 

At this moment my heart feels so full. I feel so loved. I looked down at
them both. God I love her so much. How can someone be so perfect? How 
can someone be so beautiful? 

Damn I wish she'd think of me in that way. But I know she doesn't. I
wonder how it would feel to kiss her lips, how to run my hands thru her 
hair, to look in her eyes for a long time. 

Why the hell is it I always seem to say the stupidest things in front of
her? But nonetheless she always seems to laugh. If God ever made a 
woman perfect for me, it was her. I've been trying to see as many women 
as I can. 

Trying to dull out these intense feelings, but it's not working. This
love shit ain't no joke. It grabs you by the balls and won't let go. I 
mean it's got me wanting to do all that reach for the stars, climb 
every mountain crap. 

They should have some kind of remedy for this. It hurts so much to love
someone and them not love you back. It makes you feel so empty. Like a 
big piece of you is missing. I shifted my weight a little and kissed 
her forehead.


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