Saturday, February 26, 2011

Snapple Apple 450 Week 40: I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

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I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

The summer breeze felt good against my skin. I was under the shade of the porch roof so the sun couldn’t beat down on me. I was so glad for summer, the last summer of my childhood. I had finally graduated high school, thank god. Most of my friends were taking trips before they had to go to college, others were panicking with going to college, and some weren’t even going to college. Me? I was enjoying the summer breeze on my porch swing.

People worry too much about the future. My best friend, Meg, was such a drama queen when it came to school. She was kicking herself for not getting an A on some test she took in Biology back in 9th grade. Who does that? Regretting the past only makes the future a dismal place. And then my other friend, George, already has a five year plan for his future and just so you know, nowhere in those five years is a plan to party. It’s college for God’s sake! Lighten up!

Not to say anything bad about people that are prepared, but half the fun is finding out. I have no freaking clue what I want to be when I grow up. As far as I’m concerned, I’m still a kid and therefore I can still choose to be a fairy. Not that I ever would, I was never into girly-girly two-shoes or whatever that term was. My answer was and never had been consistent from my kindergarten teacher’s question to my aunt from Toronto’s at Christmas. “What do you want to me when you grow up?”

Kindegarten: “I want to be a princess and kill dragons with my sword!”

3rd Grade: “I want to be a cowgirl and take out all the cowboys with my whip!”

7th Grade: “I think I’ll be a rogue astronaut so I can take over Pluto as my own planet and banish all boys or turn them into my slaves.”

8th Grade: “I’ll marry a rich old dude so I can have his money. Then I won’t have to work!”

9th Grade: “I don’t want to work for any company that’s run by men.”

10th Grade: “Maybe I’ll be a writer so I can legally kill off guys and get away with it.”

11th Grade: “I decided being a bum has its benefits. No one cares where you sit or what you say and they don’t ask you to shower.”

12th Grade: “Who the fuck cares?”

And then, at graduation, my parents asked me with smiles on their faces and hope in their hearts. They’d seen me through my innocence, my rebellion, and through my “don’t care” attitude.

“So now what are your plans, sweetie?”

I remember staring at them for the longest time, their smiles slowly diminishing with each passing second. Then I shrugged and simply said, “I dunno,” and walked off. They haven’t really asked me about it since the graduation party, but don’t think I haven’t noticed the looks across the dinner table. I know they’re probably freaking out, thinking I’ll never move out and be a life-long bum living in their basement. That’s a nice thought. No rent, free food, always clean clothes. But who wants to live with their parents all their lives?

I thought about the house across the street where Dewey Browinski lived. He was 38 and “taking care of his mom” allegedly; looked to me like she was still taking care of him. Talk about loserville.

So that was my take on the whole situation of life. I don’t have a solid plan. I don’t regret a single thing I did in the past and I sure as hell don’t think about the future problems I’ll have. That’s why I can lay so still on my front porch swing, kicking my legs over the edge lazily and care-free. I have no worries and no worries have me. That doesn’t make much sense, but that’s how care-free I am.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you move even once this entire time.”

I screamed, falling off the swing and hitting the ground. “Nick, you asshole! Get off my property!” I yelled angrily as I rubbed my bruised ribs.

He tossed his head back and laughed, his brown hair blowing in his bright green eyes. “That’s what I get for coming to see you? I could be in—“

It suddenly dawned on me right before he said it. “Oh my god, you’re supposed to be in New York!” I ran up and hugged him. He spun me around in his arms making me lightheaded and dizzy. He placed me back on the ground and I wobbled a bit before regaining my balance.

“Yeah, I changed my mind,” he shrugged.

I raised an eyebrow. “Changed your mind? It’s taken you two weeks to tell me you changed your mind?!”

He laughed. “No, I went to New York and had a blast, but then I decided I missed my hometown too much and wasn’t ready to leave off to some foreign city.”

“New York isn’t foreign. It’s in the same country we’re in moron,” I teased him.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s foreign to me.”

“Did you bring me back a souvenir?” I grinned.

He smirked. “Do I get a welcome home present?”

“Yeah me not calling the cops about a suspicious pervert in my yard watching me daydream,” I said sarcastically.

“I like watching you daydream,” he smiled.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips briefly. “Welcome home, Nick.”

He made a content sound like the sound I make when I dipped my finger in a freshly opened Nutella jar. I was his Nutella jar. “As a matter of fact, I did bring back a souvenir.” He pulled back and reached into his backpack.

I laughed when I saw the t-shirt. “New York only likes you as a friend?”

He chuckled. “You know how I get jealous.”

I nodded, hugging him again. “That is probably the sexiest thing about you.”

He shook his head and laughed. “I knew you made me jealous on purpose!”

I pressed my lips to his to shut him up, he got the message and quickly kissed me back. He placed his hands on my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I missed you so much,” I said between breaths. He chuckled against my lips. “How about we go somewhere so I can show you how much I missed you?”

I pulled back and hopped down, grabbing his hand. “My parents won’t be home till five so we’ve got time.”

He stopped me and yanked me back into his arms. “Is your mind always on sex?” He asked condescendingly.

“Oh, like yours wasn’t?” I teased.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “I was just asking if yours was too.” He ran for the house with me in tow.
As soon as we were in the safety and out of the public’s eye, clothes came off. Well, I’m pretty sure his jacket was lost on the way in, but most of the clothes were inside. I giggled as he trailed kisses along my neck. He picked me up again and walked to the couch, our lips never breaking contact. I never liked the couch, there’s no room. I think that’s why he liked it so much though, no room for me to flip him over. His eyes were hungry as he finished taking off my clothes. I twisted my fingers into his hair and kissed him again. He broke away for a split second to take his clothes off and was back on me again.

“So you missed me in New York?” I asked breathlessly.

He pushed himself deep inside me making me gasp. “So very much,” his voice was gruff.

We continued to make love until we were both exhausted and gasping for air. Our bodies pressed against each other, sweaty and naked. He finally let me on top and I lay against his chest. He kissed me again and smiled. “Oh yeah it was totally worth it coming back early.”

I laughed softly. “Now that you’re back, I guess I have to cancel my other date.”

He nodded with a cocky grin. “I think you should unless they have something better to offer.”

I thought about for a minute and laughed. “At least they’d buy me a shirt in my right size.”

Nick rolled his eyes and kissed me again. We closed our eyes and lay in silence and happiness. Most kids my age were freaking over school. I wasn’t even worried about what happened when my parents get home. We’d be fully dressed by then, don’t worry, but now that Nick was back, my summer had just got better.