>No that's bullshit it didn't count for anything.
>But i smiled
>I made her boat leak
>giggled to myself a bit as i took her hand and led her out into
the hallway
>Entire time she's asking me "what's so funny?"
>So i stop her, turn around
>Put on a shit-eating grin
>Reach into my pocket
>and pull out her panties
>Wag them right in-front of her face
>can't wait for her reaction
>I can see the blushing and laughter now.
>Except
>One problem
>I wasn't holding her bunny-rabbit panties
>I was holding birthday's from earlier
>Wrong pocket
>To blondie's perspective i had just pulled out another girl's
panties and started waving them around.
>I bet in your mind i was dancing around like a monkey with both
arms above my head too
>[spoiler]I might have been, but i'll never tell[/spoiler]


>That went over rather dramatically
>No screaming though
>No yelling, or hitting, or any of that
>But her eyes said plenty
>Lots of things, like her feeling "Cheated" at whatever i was
doing with the other girls when she was asleep.
>Heartbreak
>Anger
>Crossed arms, she backs up against a wall and continues the
glare.
>For once i don't have a snappy comeback to get out of this.
>So i just drop birthday's panties on the floor
>Reach into my other pocket and grab the other pair and pull them
out
>Flash a cheesy smile
>She's not amused
>Not laughing
>Bloody hell, that's what i get.

>I resort to just pointing out the other panties were from the
dare last night.
>"But why did you still have THEM?"
>I open my mouth to speak
>Raise my finger as if i've got a point
>I don't say anything
>I lower the finger
>Good question
>I don't have an answer for that, slipped my mind maybe
>hand on my chin, trying to think
>raise finger again
>lower it again
>There's no point in saying anything really
>No matter what i do, it's like ordering bacon at a jewish
restaurant.
>Never going to come out well

>I just end up not saying anything, head towards the floor
>Blondie still leaning against the wall, arms crossed
>I'm ready for my beating now miss, just make it quick.
>Please.
>She speaks instead
>"Why... do you have my underwear?"
>It's back to her rather embarrassed tone of voice
>She makes it clear she had realized something was up with her
outfit
>but couldn't figure out what
>and i had all the answers
>So i told her
>Which i expected her to find entertaining, or funny, or
endearing or anything
>But she doesn't
>She's not amused
>She's angry
>Maybe because of the other underwear, maybe i had just soiled
the mood entirely.
>But i watch her face
>Her eyes turn to cold-cut sapphires
>"You jerk!"
>Damnit Athena, why don't you just let me do the right thing for
ONCE.

>"i was asleep, you big meanie!"
>I know, i know
>Fuck im sorry it was wrong and a breach of your trust and i'm
retarded an-
>She interrupts me
>"No, i just...."
>She kinda trails off
>Back to blushing again i see
>u jus wat m8
>"I just wanted to know what i felt like..."
>Hoh boy, situation not even remotely as all-kinds-of-fucked-up
as i thought it was.
>If there's one thing i can fix
>I mean it was my intention to continue after she woke up
>Take that girl to the candy shop
>Lick her like a lolipop
>I actually consider doing it right then and there in the
hallway.
>Push her back against the wall, arms still crossed
>Kneel down
>Stare
>The cloth, attractively cloven down the middle.
>But i'm interrupted by yells from the kitchen about food being
almost ready.

>Man, why does soup and toast have to be so easy to make
>Throw a couple cans in a pot, turn on the heat and throw bread
in a toaster.
>Literally done in minutes
>We arrive in the kitchen looking like we had just done something
naughty
>Nobody notices.
>Glasses is stirring a pot, Birthday flippin bread over.
>We get asked to set plates, so we grab spoons, mugs and a plate
for five people.
>Dining room it is
>I call head of the table, for once
>Blondie sets her plate next to mine, which is confusing there's
only one chair.
>I get winked at when i stare at the plate
>Fucking hell blondie
>You heard what birthday said
>Keep it in your pants
>In *Public*
>This is what my eyes told her
>And her eyes got all sad
>So her plate moved to one of the sides with a dejected little
sigh
>Pot of soup ready, everyone piles into the dining room
>Except raven is missing

>Birthday goes to find her
>We start filling mugs and piling delicious toast in the mean
time
>(Birthday buttered that toast up before toasting it, oh man it
was so good)
>We're all sitting and crunching away on toast, waiting for
birthday/raven
>Fuck saying prayer, or waiting for everyone
>Hungry teenagers give no fucks
>But when birthday returns, it's empty handed
>Raven isn't hungry, or is sleeping on the couch, or something
>Which i know instantly is a lie
>I doubt birthday is lying, but raven is.
>She's never "Not Hungry"
>She's always hungry, fast metabolism and all.
>But she just doesn't eat very portions, it made her rather
skinny.
>Always snacking on something
>I guess if she didn't want to eat, it meant she didn't want to
eat with us.
>Painful realization, but i had plans to fix her attitude soon.
>I make it a note to store a mug and some toast in the fridge for
her and sneak it in a covert message, she'd have to be hungry
later.

>When i return to my plate of food though, i realize blondie's
plate and mug are now next to mine.

>She's grinning
>She's on my lap
>But not really on my lap, more like straddling my leg with her
crotch
>Not a very stable place to be sitting
>I can't see how it doesn't hurt her crotch or something, my legs
are rather bony
>I shrug and wrap my left arm around her to keep her steady, use
my right to eat my soup.
>Its clam chowder
>Not even that low quality tiny-tiny clams stuff, this one was
like 50% Clams, 30% potatoes and the rest delicious
>But i was having a tough time concentrating fully on the food
because i had to keep a firm hold of the girl that was acting
very-much like a little-girl on my lap.
>She was kicking her legs randomly, and her weight was shifting
everywhere
>Like holding on to a bustling toddler
>Hell, the fuck was she doing down there.
>Without any pretense at all, i don't even drop my spoon or
anything
>I just duck my head under the table


>Samurai foot wars
>Glasses is trying to play footsie with me, and blondie is
deflecting her blows
>Like, circular kicks that look like they actually hurt, and
because blondie's legs are out farther glasses can't get past
without sustaining serious injuries.
>Looks like she's lost many troops
>Probably even going to have a limp for the rest of the day.
>I raise my head above the table again and watch both scenes
unfold
>Glasses has no expression on her face, she's eating her soup
like nothing's happening
>Reminds me of some kind of monk who fights while holding a
bottle of alcohol and never spills a drop even though he does
backflips and things.
>But she's giving it away slightly, her hand is shaking and
dropping soup
>Not a master monk yet i guess
>I watch and listen to a huge thwack
>very audible
>blondie managed to hit her ankle directly against glasses,
frankly im pretty sure both of them would be limping after that.
>Blondie takes a gasp of air in as this happens
>Glasses visibly grits her teeth
>I applaud blondie's bravery, that's like headbutting the ball in
soccer
>Awesome, but not ever worth the pain.
>So i give blondie's stomach a pinch, and she stops kicking
>I whisper the request in her ear to stop fidgeting and she goes
limp
>Glasses' battered troops of toes find solace in my own
>Blondie's toes find solace in my other set of toes
>All is good in the world
>Except for my stomach, which is killing me.

>I really wish it would go away, but contact from both the girls
seems to be soothing it far more than one.
>It's relaxed like that, we start joking and playing
>I really enjoy the girl's laughter
>Its a sound i had almost forgotten, it soothes everything i was
feeling.
>Softens it all, made me smile.
>Back to the usual sleepover antics.
>Well, until we hear another loud boom from outside.
>The thunder is back
>Its raining again.
>Birthday curses and says she hopes the power doesn't go out,
blondie visibly jumps half a foot and lands on my leg when the
explosion happens.
>Glasses doesn't seem too shaken, i think she loves when it
rains.
>Frankly it wouldn't have struck me as odd if she had said
"Jinkies" right then. She was always the rather reasonable one.
>I didn't mind the rain and thunder, but i knew someone who did.
>With the clouds outside, and the drop of the sun, it started
getting real dark real quick.
>Which means lights need to go on to see.
>I had finished my soup, so i grabbed the last plate, piled toast
on it and filled a cup.
>Gave blondie a polite pick up, and place down on my warm seat
>And went off to the kitchen to wrap it up and put it in the
fridge.
>The kitchen was bright, but the living room was rather dimer
than it usually was

>So i grabbed some rope, the miner's hat we had on a nearby rack
>And i went spelunking
>Which meant i really went feeling around in the dark for raven,
i didn't want to wake her up if she was actually sleeping.
>Turning on the light ya-know, even though we would probably want
the living room back eventually.
>It's not too dark, and most the house was dim during the day
anyway.
>Doesn't take more than a couple seconds to find her, sitting on
the couch curled up against an armrest
>Rather half draped over it, staring at the Television.
>Which was off
>Eyes just staring
>Come on raven, don't be all spooky like this
>I let her know i left a plate of food for her in the fridge
>grab her hand and give it a squeeze
>trying to be the good ol-comfort i used to be in a thunder
storm.
>She pulls her hand away, slowly but with force
>Not having any of that
>I grab it again harder this time

>Firm grip, she's not getting away
>She starts squirming
>Hand on mine, trying to pull my fingers off
>The kind of situation any other girl would be screaming "Let
go!"
>But she wasn't

>I was hoping she would atleast say something if i grabbed her
like this, but not a word.

>She was silent, not even a squeak.
>So i use my leverage to pull her upwards, arms raised above her
head and to her feet off the couch
>Still struggling
>I start dragging her, she's digging her heels in to stop me but
i know we both need to have a long firm talk
>Eventually the heels stop resisting and she follows me
>Her two hands still on mine, as if begging me to stop
>A silent physical scream

>Eventually i've dragged her to the bathroom ,forced her inside
and closed the door behind me
>I flip on the light and open my mouth
> turning to try to have a firm talk with her about how childish
she's being.
>I'm stopped
>Cold
>Not by her, but by my eyes
>The bathroom is well lit, birthday did a great job in replacing
the light
>It's one of those high-wattage ones that are illegal now
>But it's a curse, not a blessing
>Because the way raven's staring straight forward, looking at the
mirror away from me.
>Lets me see her neck

>Crisscrossing it are blotches of red, and white
>And worse
>Bruises, of darker skin
>Blues, Purples, Yellows
>Places where fingers had been, places where i had squeezed
>How had i not noticed these
>How had nobody noticed these
>I'm frozen staring
>She's frozen staring at her own reflection
>She's known all day
>But we didn't have many of the lights on, birthday never got
around to fixing the one in the living room where we were all
day.
>You can't see bruises in a dim room with only the TV
>The blue green glow hides them
>or we weren't looking at her like we should have been.
>My mouth is dry
>I realize how badly my own throat hurts.
>Just another ache i had been ignoring all day
>I realize how badly hers must feel

>Have you ever seen someone who has been recently strangled anon?
>[spoiler]You may know of similar scenes from crime shows, murder
mysteries or other such dramas on television[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]It's rather visible, it's rather messy. It's rather
going to get you in a load of absolute shit[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]The act of squeezing breaks countless blood vessels in
the soft tissues of the neck, causes minor internal bleeding and
leaves bruising and marks for days, if not weeks.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Not to mention how painful it is later, making it hard
to speak, laugh or even swallow[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]It's like having the worst strep throat you've ever
had. [/spoiler]
>[spoiler]And the bruises hadn't shown up instantly, like
anything they took a day to really bare themselves[/spoiler]
>But it all made sense

>Why she wasn't talking to me
>What she was struggling with all day
>Why she didn't want to eat toast and soup.
>It didn't make complete sense, but i thought it all pieced
together so much more than what picture i had before
>I'm truthfully speechless
>But i manage
>"Oh my god..."
>I can't say it was any other emotion than worried, scared.
>Could she even talk
>Was it so swollen that she couldn't say a word
>Was this all my stupid fault
>Was i really this fucking retarded to not notice

>Had she just been silently in pain all day?
>Was i really treating her for acting like a child when it was
just me being a child that caused this?
>I'm throwing a million questions back and forth in my head

>It was all my fault, i step towards her
>I put my hand out, to touch her neck
>I don't know what i'm thinking, to comfort her, to caress it
with the back of my hand and try to figure out something to do.
>I can't imagine any solution
>Wrapping it in gauze would cause just as many questions as any
other girls seeing her as soon as we turned on lights.
>Do i use alcohol, do we take her to the hospital
>If she can't speak this is really bad
>The back of my fingers make contact
>And the girl in front of me roars
>"DON'T"
>My hand is slapped away with an amazing amount of force
>It bangs and clatters right into the glass sliding door of the
shower
>Reverberating off it as my knuckles make a hard contact and a
huge bang
>It REALLY hurts
>It's only a second, but i have my hand held in my other and i'm
wincing in pain
>I drop to my knees
>I swear to god she's broken something it hurts that bad
>she screams
>"TOUCH ME"
>I'm looking up at her
>Her hand coming around in an arc, straight for my face

>I watch in slow motion as it comes closer ,and closer
>Not curved into a slap, it's contorted into a claw
>Three fingers, three sharp fingernails
>Her face contorted into rage
>Hurt
>and a mixture of things i couldn't read, but wished dearly i
would never see again
>Then the slow motion gets even slower
>Her hand is frozen in time, her face, her movements
>Right before impact
>I tense up, try to lean backwards and avoid it
>But i can't escape, i'm at the wrong angle and far too slow
>But it never comes
>She's stopped
>Moments away from hitting me
>Frozen, in real time
>Her face a startling replica of what a true valkyrie must look
like
>Until her hand drops, and she barges out of the bathroom
>My muscles collapse
>I fall backwards
>Everything hurts
>Mostly from tensing my muscles leaned backwards like i was doing
>And that pit in my stomach?

>It's split, fragmented
>Some pieces moved higher, some lower.
>Everything from my abdomen to my navel lurched, rolled and
tumbled
>Squeezed and tensed, released and hurt.
>Like my intestines were writhing around
>dozens of agitated snakes.
>everything fucked up beyond reason doesn't even begin to explain
the range of feelings i was experiencing.
>First on my mind was the knuckles
>They hurt like hell, but as far as i could tell with various
squeezes and prods they were alright
>Nothing broken i hoped
>Then i lurched to my feet
>a couple thoughts crossed my mind, most of them at the same
time.
>She could talk, that's good
>Although it probably hurt to say anything at all
>And on that note, i was the only one she had been talking to
>What does that even mean
>Not to mention i was now going to be disemboweled when anyone
turns on the lights with her in a room
>It doesn't take a genius to put the scratches on my arms
together with the hand marks on her throat
>Atleast i didn't think it did
>I don't have any way to explain my way out of this
>I don't know if i want to explain my way out of this

>I don't even know how to help her, or what she even wants from
me
>I realize that maybe everything i've been doing, trying to get
back in her good graces is wrong
>That she truly doesn't want me in her life and is just biding
time until this party is over.
>That thought does backflips in my head
>Over and over
>Getting worse every spin
>I can't bear
>Considering the signals she's giving me, it's all i have to go
on
>So i stumble out of the bathroom, head in a haze
>Have to find her
>Wherever she is
>But i'm not going to talk to her
>Me talking has in no way made this situation any better at any
of the eleventeen points i've tried
>I start my search around the house again
>I assume she's hidden herself in some room somewhere

>Birthday's room, nope
>I even check under the bed
>Guest room
>Office
>Master Bedroom
>Master Bath
>Laundry room
>Kitchen
>Dining room
>She's not in any of these places
>I check the living room, only 3 girls there playing video games.
>Fucking fuck where is she
>Front door is still closed, and has that chain lock still on, so
no way she went out that way.
>There's a bunch of other rooms that i checked that were rather
unimportant, closets, cabinets and everything i could imagine.
>I give up, its pouring outside, there's no hint or clue as to
where she could be.
>Except
>She wouldn't.
>I rush to the back of the house and try to peer out of the glass
door
>I can't see anything

>Absolutely pitch black
>I search around for a light or something, find a switch but it
does nothing
>I find one inside, it lights up the room i'm in
>A small amount of light floods outside
>It's really raining heavily again, i can hear it pattering and
pummeling the patio deck
>And i can see a silhouette
>I open the glass door
>It's pretty fucking obvious by the blast of chilly air that it's
freezing cold rain
>Really had a string of fantastically cold storms that year
>But i brave it and step outside
>It is freezing cold rain
>I'm soaked before i even get both feet out the door
>But i rush across the patio to the table and chairs we sat at
earlier
>There's a girl with her head down against the table
>I hope its not mine, just any lost girl from the neighborhood
would be a thousand times better than one that's going to hit me
the second anyone tries to move her.
>I get close enough to make out the hair color
>Wet, sticking to her like a plastered wig
>Jet Black


>She'll freeze out here
>Or get really sick
>I look around the patio
>No umbrellas
>No cover
>Just more chairs
>Alright fuck it
>I pull up a chair and sit as close to her as i dare
>I know she knows i'm there, but i announce it anyway
>"I'll sit here, till you talk to me"
>I'm not sure any kind of emotion can get through over the sound
of the rain
>But it was there
>It's silent for a while, i put my head down too
>It's less cold this way
>Even though its colder than chewing spearmint gum and drinking
ice water at the same time.
>Or that girl you tried to date in highschool.
>Pick whichever one was colder
>Then she speaks
>"Then we both freeze"

>Yes, perfect
>A joke!
>Or wait
>that's a threat isn't it
>Or maybe it's a statement
>Because i can tell she's shivering, i can see her shaking
>I'm soaked as well
>I can feel that prickly sensation as goosebumps begin to cover
your entire body
>arms and legs first
>Hair stands up on end, trying to trap more warmth against you.
>Then came the shivering
>Soft at first
>Little tiny shakes
>Then comes the uncontrollable ones
>Then the teeth chattering
>Clacking together as your muscles spasm and try to warm
themselves up.
>I was a real teeth-clacker when i was freezing cold

>I'm pretty sure she could hear it
>But i sit like that with her for another couple of minutes
>Until i can't feel my hands

>This is stupid
>If i can't feel my hands, she's probably numb everywhere.
>Or just can't feel anything anymore
>So i make a bet with myself
>A bet that she can't even move to hit me if i try to move her
>So i stand up
>And i didn't realize how fucking cold i was until i stood up
>But my legs were stiff
>Actually hard to move stiff
>[spoiler]Being immersed in rather cold water for even 10 minutes
can wreak havoc on your internal body temperature, especially if
that water is continually cooling itself[/spoiler]
>But i had willpower
>Or angerpower
>I might have been willing myself to be angry again at how stupid
this was.
>But i begged her as loudly as i could not to hit me
>Beant over
>Deadlifted Raven, that stupid girl
>From her chair, into my arms
>I'm not actually sure how i managed that
>Frankly i'm not a strong guy
>But it happened
>Power of friendship or some of that shit
>Or you know it was cold and the faster i dragged her ass back
inside the faster i could get warm
>primitive survival maternal instincts kicking in.
>You can pretend its the friendship one if you want.

>I was right though, she couldn't hit me
>Or didn't try
>But eleven steps later we were inside
>and two steps later i collapsed and dropped her
>You can pretend i tripped and fell, but i didn't
>My knees gave out, they just stiffened up and stopped working
>She fell a good three feet to the floor
>I made sure i didn't fall on top of her
>But i hit the ground just as hard
>No time to be hurt though
>Or shocked
>This stupid girl is trying to crawl out the door
>I try to yell at her but my throat is stiff, nothing but air
comes out
>All i've got is my arms and head near her leg
>So i grab it
>I'm holding on with all my strength
>And she's kicking
>Which i'm not able to resist in my cold state
>Which means she's escaping
>Fuck
>I do the only thing i can think of
>I throw my head forwards
>And bite her ankle

>She's loud, a yelp
>I get kicked off
>I'm not sure i've done anything useful
>Until i hear multiple pairs of footsteps come running our way
>What a fucking scene we were
>soaked to the bone, one of us crawling outside and the other
trying to stop them.
>When you think back to stupid shit that you did as teenagers
>those fucking alcohol induced moments of shame your friends find
you in and bring up to make things awkward later in the future?
>That's the kind of scenario this was, and neither of us had had
a damn drop to drink.
>Glasses being the smart one, closed the glass door
>Raven didn't get up
>Just kind of clawed at the door once and stopped trying
>I would mention that blondie and birthday were screaming
>But i don't want to tell you that for a bunch of reasons
>Mostly because i can't remember a damn thing they said
>Secondly because they were screaming and i didn't care
>The important thing was that glasses closed the door
>Could rest in pieces in peace down here on the floor

>I'm kinda out of it, i think i'm good with not doing anything
>Too cold to do anything
>Shivering
>Probably delirious
>But next thing i know i'm being forced to sit up and blondie is
ripping my shirt off
>Blondie not now plz, i'm probably shriveled up like those straw
covers when you put em in your back pocket because you feel bad
about dropping them on the floor even though they're
biodegradable and it doesn't really matter too much and you'll
just find them and throw them somewhere dumb in your house later.
>Well look at that, birthday is doing the same thing to raven
>Hi raven
>I wave at raven in my head
>Her shirt comes off
>Hi raven's tits
>I wave at those too
>Birthday is saying things
>I hear the words "Sauna"
>Awesome, i didn't even know we had saunas in los angeles
>We don't

>2Spooky

>They start dragging us
>Leaving huge wet puddles the entire way
>Go over some carpets, get rugburn
>Some slippery floors
>Master bedroom again, leave a soaking puddle across the entire
thing
>Master bathroom, dragged inside, door closed
>Sure like our privacy with everyone in the same bathroom eh?
>I've actually got no clue why they closed the door
>and Birthday moves to the shower and starts fiddling with some
metal cup thing in the corner of the shower
>I saw it before but had no clue what it was, thus ignored it
>No time to watch what she does though
>Because blondie attacks me with a towel
>Through gaps in her assaulting my hair, upper chest and face, i
can see raven is getting the same treatment from glasses.
>And then my pants are off
>Not wearing those boxers anymore
>Great

>Yeah i'm shriveled up and soaking everywhere
>Leave me alone
>Except unlike my horror mind fantasies
>Nobody laughed
>Until blondie attacked my stomach with a towel
>I was cold, but that tickled
>I was giggling and embarrassed as she proceeded to rub down
anything and everything she could get a towel near
>Except it really wasn't very funny
>I was still freezing
>Plus something is hissing like a god damn snake
>It's not raven, who's not even struggling it looks like
>She's just staring off into the distance as she gets an
embarrassing naked towel-down just like me.
>Is it birthday?
>I look over and birthday is standing over in the shower,
surrounded by steam
>Oh, it's that little metal cup thing
>It makes steam
>Neat
>Steam is warm
>Steam is good
>Praise Gaben

>I'm back on my feet again
>Not my choice
>blame the blonde girl
>don't blame her though, she's nice
>She put me in the shower, warm water was turned on
>Black hair girl put here too.
>Warm
>Competent thoughts returning

>I can look around without failing to pass intelligence checks
with my thoughts again.
>Firstly i can look at the other three girls
>Birthday who's actually undressed
>Blondie who's topless and glasses who is pantless
>I would make some snappy comment about it being harem time or
something
>Very similar to that shower scene from that anime we saw earlier
that week
>But i was still a little cold
>Which was probably going to change by the looks of things

>The bathroom was actually rather steamy, it was like wisps of
steam and things were clouding just the right bits of vision as i
watched everyone undress.
>The one i was interested with was actually birthday
>Who was the only one i hadn't "Seen" naked yet.
>She was smooth shaven, but not really hairless smooth
>It was more stubble, like five-o-clock shadow

>[spoiler]Women don't really get smooth without waxing, or
electrolysis[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Which one hurts like hell and the other is
permanent[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Real women just don't tend to be smooth like your
chinese cartoons anons[/spoiler]
>She was also rather puffy, an innie, but it stuck out quite a
bit.
>I'm not sure i was aroused
>but interested for sure
>Least until she caught me staring
>And blondie caught me staring
>I don't think glasses saw, and raven was just staring off into
the distance and hogging most the hot water.
>Some things never change

>Besides making my best effort to crab tunnel out, blondie was
still half naked and halfway across the room before i could blurt
out
>"Come on she's shaved, its neat ok!"
>I'm not even joking
>Its cool alright
>all the other vaginas in the room are covered in various hues of
jungles
>You can't really look at naked unshaven women from a distance,
it obscures the form, the figure.
>It's why spying on your nextdoor neighbor's mom is sexy, because
it leaves so much to the imagination.
>And why seeing the daughter undressing upstairs in her room is
just hot
>It's the same reason women wearing clothes are often so much
more attractive than women without.
>Your imagination fills in exactly what it wants.
>Birthday's crotch?
>That was hot
>Glasses over there, who was for all the thoughts in the world i
could understand, was posing as she undressed.
>That crotch was sexy.

>In reality, this depends on if you want to have sex with said
crotch too

>And hygiene, and various other things.

>But you know, we're talking male mind, viewing from a distance
kind of thing ya-know.

>I can't go over the intricate details of this with your right
now anons

>there's four naked women all piling into this rather spacious
shower stall with me

>It seems to have been the sentiment that technically i'd seen
all of them naked.

>They all knew this

>Only Glasses knew the truth

>Raven was simply silent, staring off under the hot water

>thinking during a hot shower

>Blondie and Birthday were just imagining all the other girls
were whores.

>Probably

>But it was a shower with naked women right

>It's got to be a great big grope/soap/rubadubdub with a rubber
ducky in the tub fest.

>right?


>Nope
>Remember how i was talking about 2 person showers being
logistical nightmares?
>Now how the hell are you going to get five people under a single
shower head?
>Don't tell me "By all huddling in a big writhing mass and
hugging the boy"
>Because although that would be awesome for me, that would be
pretty gay for all the girls
>Now you're thinking "Oh well girls love to get all soapy and hug
in the showers"
>But that's the corporate media brainwashing you
>Imagine you and three other men hugging in a hot soapy shower
trying to fit under a nozzle with one girl in the huddle
>If your gaydar doesn't scream, it might be broken
>And this was 2005 anyway, being gay wasn't socially acceptable
yet.
>Or Bi, or any of that
>We settled on the only possible solution
>We took turns
>That's how real men do it.

>Which, to be honest wasn't too bad
>After raven was done hogging the shower, we each kind of took
turns.
>Because of the awesome steam nozzle thing, the shower was rather
warm.

>Hot even
>Sweaty even
>It was a sauna
>Which is interesting because honestly i'd never been in a sauna
before.
>We all ended up lined against the tile wall
>It was cool, soothing on our backs
>Really a stark contrast to the hot steam filling the rest of the
room.
>We talked
>About nothing really, while waiting in turn for the shower
>It was the most casual thing, a room full of naked teenagers and
it wasn't sexually charged
>I do admit i had a boner
>But it was an innocent semi
>Pretty naked women? I'm not going to pretend that's not
enjoyable on a mental level.

>But physical contact was far, and scant if any.
>Blondie brushed against my arm a couple times with her breasts,
possibly intentional, i don't know.
>But she wasn't hugging me, or cuddling.
>She knew the rules, and so did i.
>A full commitment was what she was thinking of.
>I wouldn't get this from any other girl.
>That sinking in my stomach
>I want to tell her how i'm feeling
>Make her understand.
>But we weren't too sure of one another yet
>and there wasn't really much other physical contact.
>Besides glasses seemingly washing everyone's back.
>Which was innocent enough i guess.

>The real big thing that happened first was blondie.
>She found a razor, a blue and green one.
>One of those single blade disposables at the time.
>Then she confronted me, face to face
>"Hey... storybro... do you like shaven better?"
>She saw me staring
>Blushing is an understatement
>Even her eyes were the color of a sky at sunset.
>It was rather cute, offering to change her appearance to suit
me.
>But i wasn't sure what i liked
>I was about to comment something to this effect, when she's
stopped by birthday
>A couple words changed her mind real quick
>"That's my dad's razor"
>Blondie took one look at it
>Squealed "Eww!" and dropped it.
>It skittered off into the corner.
>Birthday is really good at making people drop things.

>Laughter was had
>Everyone except raven, still mindlessly staring off into the
distance
>I wanted to reach out to her, try to make her chat with us,
laugh.
>I couldn't even remember what she sounded like when she was
laughing.

>I get out of the shower, i guess it's raven's turn
>I lean against the wall near her
>Raise my arm, i'm contemplating touching her.
>Somehow
>Not sure how
>But i just w....
>I see my wrists
>The gauze wrapped around them is red
>Bloody
>The steam broke the scabs and its bleeding freely
>right.
>I drop my arm and turn back towards the women in the shower.
>They noticed too i'm sure
>But i mean it was in the shower, which is supposedly good for
cuts like that.
>So i strike up conversation with blondie about nothing
>Which quickly turns into something
>About us
>no blondie you know better

>The bad part is glasses joins in
>And then birthday
>And all of a sudden it's about how far we've gone, and what we
plan to do after the sleepover ends
>and all kinds of important things that probably would be fine if
not for she-who-must-not-be-startled
>Then blondie mentions something about sex
>And about how she's not on any birth control so we can't
>I'm too busy trying to tiptoe around the wailing to notice
>Don't they fucking know how to listen to the spawning sounds
>Birthday points out the condoms are in the top drawer of the
parent's bedstand.
>And that's when the black-haired girl in the shower freezes
>And turns towards me
>God damnit francis.
>YOU HAVE STARTLED THE WITCH
>ABORT ABORT
>EJECT

>Then she proceeded to start screaming and maul all us four
survivors with her claws
>But she doesn't.
>She just rushes out of the shower
>I throw up my arms in fear
>and she hugs me
>Right up against the wall
>It's a rather odd hug
>Everyone's staring and there's a couple glaring problems
>One, my arms are up in the air and she's keeping me from putting
them down
>Two, my semi hasn't been a semi for the last 5 minutes (sex
talk, what do you expect), and is a full-mast boner between her
legs
>Three, she makes a very loud sigh of contentment as she hugs me.
>I don't mind at all, not even in the slightest
>Any physical contact she initiates is good right?
>But that's not how my life works anons
>If i had just said something
>Anything
>Everything would have been fine.
>But that's not how my life works.

>Blondie stepped behind us, saw the boner.
>Yes, it was happily nestled between raven's legs
>And Blondie was one thing
>Jealous
>Her hand went to raven's shoulder and she pulled back, not hard.
>I always tell myself she didn't pull hard.
>It was accompanied by words

>They almost proved she had no malice, no negative intent.
>"Hey! I... get to do it first"
>Blondie was bright red as she said this, but i didn't see the
bright red for long.
>Because as she pulled back, Raven wasn't expecting it
>She slipped
>Fell right on her butt in the corner of the slippery shower.
>Banged her head a little against the tile, not too hard, but
enough to hurt.
>And blondie, who was half-way to straddling me the way raven was
a second before
>Just turned and stared.

>Raven was looking up at blondie
>Tears in her grey eyes.
>She opens her mouth, as if to say something.

>"We had... s...s..."
>She's quiet again, like she wanted to say it but couldn't bring
herself to
>"I gave him... my ...."
>Again she stopped
>It's like she wanted to scream it out to blondie
>Glasses knew
>I knew
>The entire room was staring at the scene before us
>But she didn't say it
>She couldn't bring herself to ruin what was obviously making me
happy
>She just didn't have it in her, made her last action as a real
/bro/
>Then she turned towards me
>She tried one last time
>"I..."
>Silence
>"I........."
>Then she just got up, turned around and ran away.
>No tears, no crying. Nothing but the echo of her footsteps.
>She didn't make it very far, slid on a puddle on the tile floor
and knocked herself forward
>took a hard tumble, and was up again and running, door opening
to the master bedroom
>Those were the last words i heard her say.

>Blondie knew she fucked up
>She was out the door and after raven before anyone could say
anything
>I tried to follow, i felt like it was important i follow
>Except eris had thrown her golden apple of discord
>and i slipped on that same patch of soap Raven had hit.
>My feet went off the ground
>There was that lovely second
>That one where you're in midair, you know there's nothing you
can do
>Just enough time to scream, but you don't
>You just think to yourself
>Fuck
>And then i hit the ground.

>Unlike raven, i landed flat on my back
>Hit my head pretty hard, enough to make everything ring
>Everything silent
>No big deal, raven had been silent all day
>I got to stare at the ceiling
>Count my lucky stars for not landing on that razor, wherever it
was
>Since i figured it had landed in the corner i was in.

>Couldn't really see the ceiling
>Obscured by foggy steam really
>But the silence was nice for once
>I think water was falling on my leg, one of the girls was
bending over trying to make sure i was alive or something.
>No big deal, i could just calmly watch them.
>Don't need to hear anything, feel, anything.
>Until Glasses and birthday jumped
>Something loud had happened somewhere in the house
>It wasn't long until blondie came back
>Crying
>Loudly, i couldn't hear it. But the vibrations of a crying girl
carry through the air softly.
>She came to my side, and bent over me
>And i could see her face.
>That's when the sound came back.
>I heard her crying
>And she turned her head
>She had three bloody scratches down the side of her cheek.

>I was up
>Across the room
>I didn't slip on a damn thing
>Rolling up my invisible sleeves
>The other girls behind me probably giving medical attention to
blondie
>I simply walk over and put back on my soaking wet sweatpants
>I don't know why
>I don't care why
>But i feel like i need pants on to properly kick someone's ass.
>And i'm across the house
>I'm trailing blood from my wrists the entire way
>I don't care
>I spend my time, checking every room
>Thorough, like some kind of psychotic murderer
>Everything i checked before, but in reverse.
>Must have been 10 minutes, or more, or less.
>I didn't know.
>But i found where she was hiding
>Birthday's room, light still on
>Door locked
>I bang on the door, three loud times with my fist.

>No response
>No sounds
>Nothing
>I have a bad feeling
>Just a whisper
>It's in my ghost.
>So i pull back
>I take a running start
>and i smash shoulder first into the door.
>It's kinda like the last time i tried

>But different
>My shoulder doesn't hurt, or maybe it's just numb
>Maybe everything's numb
>But i hear cracking
>Splintering
>Like
>It was working
>So i try again
>And again
>Three times i smash into the door
>And three times it gets looser

>Until it's the fourth
>Then the metal segment that holds the door knob-lock-part in the
door gives away
>I broke the doorframe and not the door
>The door flings itself open
>I follow
>That's when i find her
>Lying in the middle of the hardwood floor

>Her lifeless emerald eyes staring up
>The true color returned.
>That's when i found her lying in a puddle of her own blood
>Wrists slit
>Razorblade
>In her limp hand.

>That's when i realized
>My great discovery, my moment of clarity.
>What that sinking feeling, in the pit of my stomach was
>Thats when it rose up
>Higher and higher until it reached my chest
>A pressure i was trying to escape, trying not to confront.
>That was the moment
>When i realized what i had told you all before
>When i realized why i didn't know, until that last moment.
>Why she was acting the way she did
>Because it all made sense
>Because of the greatest rule of life.
>[spoiler]You only know what you had, when its lost[/spoiler]


>That was the moment i realized
>She wasn't clingy.
>She wasn't psychotic
>I had Almost died,
>Started to pull away
>Scaring her i was leaving
>And she realized she loved me.
>So she tried to hold on and made things worse
>Changed the dynamic
>From two friends, to a shattered shell of itself
>It wasn't that she was right for the way she acted
>It's just that in my eyes, i understood why.
>I would have done them too.

>I understood that i loved her.

>That feeling in my stomach
>Now in my chest
>Centered over my heart
>I knew what it was now
>I told you what heartbreak feels like anons, what kind of pain
that is.
>The stabbing, the burning, the icy tendrils of pain throughout
your nervous system.
>This was that, and more
>My head hurt, burning, aching, a pressure that tried to willed
me forcefully to one knee.
>My muscles burned, my heart ached, my very essence.
>My soul, whatever mystical attachment that was.
>If i could pinpoint it for you, it was on fire.
>this wasn't heartbreak anons.
>This was...
>Lovebreak

>That sounds like something someone's made up
>A word that doesn't exist
>But there's a difference.

>Heartbreak is what happens when exactly that
>Someone
>Something
>Some event, breaks your heart
>It hurts, it burns.

>But it's nothing as bad as when it's all your fault
>When everything you did is the direct cause of the pain you've
created
>And nothing you ever do will fix it.
>When you had so many chances and took none of them.
>This isn't just your heart anons, it's every positive aspect of
your being.
>Hurting
>Because you blame yourself.
>Because you're the one at fault.
>Because you'll know that for the rest of your life.

>I take a step forward with the only foot i have on the ground
>From across the room, it's obvious
>She's motionless
>No twitches, no breathing
>I can see the bruising on her neck.
>The telltale signs of my abuse
>My torment, that caused this.
>It didn't matter what i said
>Or claimed
>There was a dead girl here, with my finger marks all over her
throat
>as far as the cops were concerned, i killed her.
>I was an abuser far worse than her father.
>As far as i was concerned
>they were right.