MY FIRST TIME WITH MY BESTIE

 Let me warn you that I'm pretty bad at introductions. If you want to get a sense of me from a paragraph or two then good luck.it's not that I think I'm complicated or anything. Not compared to anyone else,anyway. But if there's one thing I've learned after eighteen years on the planet,it's that nobody can be figured out in a paragraph. There's just a rhythm to these things.

I figure a story has to start somewhere,so the  day I turn eighteen might as well be it.Here's the thing nobody told me about turning eighteen Everything stays the same.I guess I should have known.There are plenty of things you can do when you're eighteen that you couldn't before unless some life_altering event coincides with your birthday you're probably going to feel the same way you always did. I could see that being  a double_edged sword for many people.it certainly is for me.There are plenty of bullshit facts about my life that i wish I could change I'll admit that.But there are just many things I wouldn't give up in a million.

Mike Mackenzie is my best friend.He turned eighteen exactly one month before me.He brought a pack of cigarettes with six dollars. We stood at the edge of school grounds where it's almost allowed I asked  him whether it was illegal for  me to smoke since I was still seventeen at the time.Mike said you only have to be eighteen to buy them, that sounded like utter bullshit to me, I remember Mike turning to me just as I slipped it back into my pocket the breeze caught his straight black hair and sent it kind of twirling in a way that made me hold my breathe for half a second. I want to be seen smoking a cigarette was what I said.That's the kind of thought I would normally keep to myself,not say out loud but with mike I'm usually more open about the stuff I'm thinking usually.

People always make fun of mike and I spending so much time together.There plenty of rumours that we're into each other,which isn't true it doesn't get to me that much,but it bothers mike quite a bit.I've told him before that he should just ignore it I've warned him that making a big issue out of it will only fuel the fire.He understands the concept but he just can't seem to get himself under control.It fucking annoys me so much,he'd say one time he said the following. "If i were a fag fine I'd March around and fly the flag but I'm not.

We were in his messy bedroom,just lying on his bed,looking up at the ceiling fan.I grabbed him by his shirt. I made him look me in the eyes pecked his nose I could feel his heart paltipating anxiously threatening to come out of his ribcage i quickly let go off his shirt,He really got quiet for a while after that I think I confused him a little.Both of us are dating though mines name is ezra while Mike's girlfriend is Madison they've become pretty good friends since we all started hanging out together.

So the day  after mike called me told me to crush at his place for some gaming without any hesitation I packed my body to his place only to find mike made me my favorite meal spaghetti bolognese and some oreo krusher at the side I was amused it was just unlike him the other days we would order food and call it a day.I was eating in silence like a chew away from completing my food when i receive a slow caress on my right ear fuck my heart was in my boots.Then he stood up slowly to the bedroom we go I get in there I start praying,thinking about the macaroons I left home I'm literally commenting on the weather outside he trips me, I fall with a thud,Not on the bed but on the floor he unleashes thorough strokes which sends me flying across the room,so now both me and his dog are crying bitches I'm about to walk out of the room when Madison and Ezra opened the bedroom door with faces of disgust and hatred you mean y'all fucked??Ezra asked."(more thoughts as i speak to myself) I roll back with my hair messed up already in form of a Christmas tree I mean the strokes electrified my hair.....(To be continued....)