saying goodnite
katie eventually comes out with the keys. looks a little upset. "is everything alright?" i ask. "yeah... let's go." "okay."
becca stops me on our way out. looks at me suspiciously. "what's your name again?" "jamie (you've heard this before)." "where are you from?" sense she's drunk and unnecessarily concerned about me taking her sister home. giving me the fifth degree. "north carolina." hoping to diffuse any worries, i continue, "do you want my phone number? just in case?" i'm surprised i'm not being more of a smart ass and asking if she wants my social security number. she realizes she already has my phone number from all the numerous calls katie previously made to her."no, i guess i've got it already." still concerned and with a slight venom, "you better not hurt her..." with as much politeness and reassurement i can muster, "i won't. don't worry."
we get to katie's house around 4am. it's a gated community. need to buzz, or be buzzed, thru. becca has the buzzer. she reassured us when we left that all we needed to do was call her and she would let us in. why did we agreed to this? couldn't just take the buzzer ourselves? think maybe becca was thinking of this as a precaution. we'd have to call and therefore she'd know her sister arrived home safely. i call becca... no answer. fuck. call becca again... no answer. you're fucking kidding me? call her again... still no answer. what? did she pass out? we're finally here!! finally at katie's house but we can't get in the fucking gates!! i call one more time... finally an answer. "hello?" having lost all patience, "hey becca? you gonna let us in or what?" "yeah, sorry... i didn't know..." i've stopped listening. "alright, just let us in." she buzzes us thru.
homefree. we're in katie's apartment. it's so late. i'm so tired. i lay down on her living room floor. sprawl out on my back. oh... thank god. this has been one of the longest days of my life.
katie gets ready for bed. i go into the bathroom. brush my teeth. wash my face. come out. see her lying in bed, getting under the covers. feel like jumping on top of her in sheer joy. the night is nearly over. we're finally alone. let's go to bed! "well, you can sleep in here or on the couch? whatever you're more comfortable with?" a little disappointed that this is still unresolved, i respond, "it's up to you. whatever you're more comfortable with..."
as fate would have it, i wind up staying in her bed. talking and laughing with the lights out til the wee hours of the morning. i ask at some point, "are you gonna punch me if i kiss you?" she laughs. "no, but i might knee you..." "where exactly?"
we share a friendly kiss.
a few more words before saying goodnite, without actually saying goodnite. she mentions something about "ft. walton" (a beach in florida, i think?). then there's silence. "are you asleep?" no answer. notice she has all the covers. "are you a blanket hog?" she answers with a light snore. "guess that's a yes?"
becca stops me on our way out. looks at me suspiciously. "what's your name again?" "jamie (you've heard this before)." "where are you from?" sense she's drunk and unnecessarily concerned about me taking her sister home. giving me the fifth degree. "north carolina." hoping to diffuse any worries, i continue, "do you want my phone number? just in case?" i'm surprised i'm not being more of a smart ass and asking if she wants my social security number. she realizes she already has my phone number from all the numerous calls katie previously made to her."no, i guess i've got it already." still concerned and with a slight venom, "you better not hurt her..." with as much politeness and reassurement i can muster, "i won't. don't worry."
we get to katie's house around 4am. it's a gated community. need to buzz, or be buzzed, thru. becca has the buzzer. she reassured us when we left that all we needed to do was call her and she would let us in. why did we agreed to this? couldn't just take the buzzer ourselves? think maybe becca was thinking of this as a precaution. we'd have to call and therefore she'd know her sister arrived home safely. i call becca... no answer. fuck. call becca again... no answer. you're fucking kidding me? call her again... still no answer. what? did she pass out? we're finally here!! finally at katie's house but we can't get in the fucking gates!! i call one more time... finally an answer. "hello?" having lost all patience, "hey becca? you gonna let us in or what?" "yeah, sorry... i didn't know..." i've stopped listening. "alright, just let us in." she buzzes us thru.
homefree. we're in katie's apartment. it's so late. i'm so tired. i lay down on her living room floor. sprawl out on my back. oh... thank god. this has been one of the longest days of my life.
katie gets ready for bed. i go into the bathroom. brush my teeth. wash my face. come out. see her lying in bed, getting under the covers. feel like jumping on top of her in sheer joy. the night is nearly over. we're finally alone. let's go to bed! "well, you can sleep in here or on the couch? whatever you're more comfortable with?" a little disappointed that this is still unresolved, i respond, "it's up to you. whatever you're more comfortable with..."
as fate would have it, i wind up staying in her bed. talking and laughing with the lights out til the wee hours of the morning. i ask at some point, "are you gonna punch me if i kiss you?" she laughs. "no, but i might knee you..." "where exactly?"
we share a friendly kiss.
a few more words before saying goodnite, without actually saying goodnite. she mentions something about "ft. walton" (a beach in florida, i think?). then there's silence. "are you asleep?" no answer. notice she has all the covers. "are you a blanket hog?" she answers with a light snore. "guess that's a yes?"
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