05.28.02 - 11:20 am

feeling insecure and self conscious, and knowing she felt the same if not more, he said, "do you want to get some clothes on and go sit outside?" she agreed even before he finished the sentence, but they never left the house.

"i feel like im shaking. im terrified."

"i think my father keeps some in the drawers right there...." he reached over awkwardly. they make it look so smooth and easy on tv. he thinks she rolled her eyes. "oh thats great."

"i think you should take your pants off." the reply was five minutes of kissing and twisting through layers of bedding. and then suddenly, unexpectedly, "i think you should take y o u r pants off. and then ill take off mine."

it very well could not have happened. and it would feel the same. except these lingering feelings of dread and curiousity and proof of palpability. psychologically somethings being compared. he wasnt sure what to feel next.

he walked out the door hastily, almost irritated. "bye jordan". with his back turned and her body slightly leaned forward to follow, his mind raced with possible ways to express his goodbye. he thinks he kissed her on the top of her head as she repeated her father, "goodbye jordan."

thats three. funny, he thought it should feel better.