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I woke up on the bed of whoevers party we were at last night. "What happened?" I say to myself. I look at myself and notice that I'm naked, than I notice that I'm sticky. I shift my head to look beside me and all I see is an empty spot where a body used to lay. I lift my throbbing, aching head and walk over to get my clothes that are all over the place. Last night was fun, I'm assuming. My body aches like a bitch. But that was probably from the awkward position I was in when I woke up. It's the summer time, it's hot. Who needs clothes? I walk down stares still in my birthday suit and half asleep. It's a big white house, someone rich lives here. I walk all the way down the stairs until I notice a girl sitting at a messy dinner table eating cereal. Her jaw drops when she sees me. She doesn't say anything though. I walk through the kitchen, balls swaying from side to side. I stop. "Hey." I nod. and then keep going. she still sits there gaped in complete shock. I know, it's  that big. LOL. jk. 

I walk a few blocks barebottomed and then  I reach the door. I open it and walk up to my room. Don't worry, my mom isn't here. What the fuck happened last night? All i know is that I got layed. And then the girl left. Hmmm. that kind of makes me uneasy. Whatever, I need some sleep, in my own damn bed.

Three hours later I wake up with redeyes. I need something to do. It's been two fucking weeks. I still miss her. I'm a pussy. I need to man up like Michael Guy said. But I can't give up on her, I've never been dumped before. I'm the dumper not the dumpee, it doesn't work like that. I gotta get her back.

One Tuesdays she hangs out at Starbucks and then later at the rec. I could "accidently" meet up with her there and then apologize...but how? How do I take back the awful thing that I said? I don't know, but when I see her I'm pretty sure the words will come to me....

 "What are you doing here?" she asks me repulsed.

 "What am I doing here? What are  you doing here?" I say nervously.

 She shakes her head. "What do you want William?" she says my full name. Willybear?

 I start breaking a mild sweat. "Um, I was just...you know...I was just in the neighborhood...somewhere...and I just happened to...notice your car." I said not sounding in the slightest convincing.

 She looks at me doubtedly. "Right. What? Did you comer here to spy on me or something? Or are you just scoping out more canidates for your two inch cock?"

She shouldn't be making those kind of remarks. "Do you think it's fair that you're making those kind of assumptions even though you haven't even seen it?"

"Do you think that it's fair that you thought I was a total slut that thought you would put out for you before even getting to know me?" she said in a high pitch voice.

 "I--"

 "Save it, ok? I'm tired of you always trying to whisper sweet, WORTHLESS nothings in my ear." she says. WTF does that mean?

 "What are you talking about? I don't--"

 "It's an expression!" she tells me.

 "Oh. OkaY?"

 "It means I'm tired of you always talking your way out of things. Your talk is so cheap, and in the end it means nothing."

 "It does. You don't know what you're even talking about? You can't tell me that I lied about loving because it was all true.... I just didn't know it at the time..."

 "And now?" she asked in a don't-you-dare kind of voice.

 "I've changed..."

 "Oh, kiss my a--"

 "I have!" I tell her. She critisizes me. "Look, when you left...I lost a part of me. And I've been really miserable with out you. And I've been going over that conversation in my head, over and over thinking about what else I could've said. And I feel bad..." I confess.

 She narrows her eyes at me. "Bull." she says quietly.

 "Bull? Who's the unfaithful one now?"

 "I don't see how I could ever trust a word you say again."

 Right then was the moment when I got the strongest urge to kiss her, she'd like it, she'd think it was just like the movies, but she would probably end up pushing me away. I'll save this one for later. "Babe, I'll prove it to you. Just give me another chance."

She looks at me like she wants to say something...but she doesn't know how.

"It's ok, I'll give you some time to think about it...just tell me, ok?" I suggest. I walk away leaving her open jawed and probably still in a daze.

 Four hours later I'm on cellular talking to her. "I just need to know that you're not going to hate me for saving my virginity."

"It was never in any danger, hon. It's okay. "I love you so much. It's not even worth fussing over."

"I love you too. I'm sorry for not talking to you sooner...I just didn't know how to put thoughts into actions.."

"Well, it was just something that was killing me.." I tell the truth. "I had to talk to you."