My Submission Is Your Addiction
7
“So, is this yours?” Jon asked motioning to the truck in the driveway.
“Yeah, I just got it today.” I said running my hand along it, “She needs a name.”
He laughed, “A car with a name?”
“Oh, like yours doesn’t have a name!” I scoffed.
“Ramone.” He mumbled quietly, opening the passenger door for me. I laughed.
“I think I’m naming mine Starla.”
We talked about pointless stuff until we reached the movie theater.
---
“2 for Haunting in Connecticut, please.”
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We got into the movie theater and chose two seat in the middle.
“Madonna!” Jon shouted randomly. I looked at him confused.
“The movie trivia.” He shrugged pointing to the screen.
We were fairly very early, so we pretty much had the movie trivia memorized by the time the
movie actually started.
“If you get scared, I’ll protect you, kay?” Jon mumbled.
“I won’t.” I smirked glancing back at him.
---
“You didn’t even flinch once.” Jon pouted.
“I’m sorry.” I laughed. We got back to his car in the parking lot and he walked around to my side to open my door, I’m assuming. I turned and looked at him expectantly when he kissed me. And of course, I kissed back. Oh, God his lips. Ungh. I’m not entirely sure how long we were making out against the passenger side of his car, but I do know that when we did pull apart we were both breathing hard. He glanced at me for a second, like he was thinking.
“What do you want to do?” he asked slowly.
“We could go back to my house.” I offered.
“We?”
“My parents won’t care.” I half-shrugged.
“Okay.” He said opening the car door as I slid in before going around to his side.
---
“It was just good sex, doesn’t mean anything, right?” Jon mumbled.
“Yup. I mean I could have great sex with Michael Jackson and that wouldn’t mean anything.” I shrugged.
“Are you comparing my sex with Michael Jackson?” he asked dully.
“Maybe.” I laughed.
---
“So, what is…this?” Jon asked when we woke up the next morning, crammed on my futon
with the stupid bar that runs down the middle digging into his back.
“This? Us?” I questioned.
“Us.” He repeated.
“We’re…dating?” I said slowly.
“We’re fucking.” He scoffed.
“So...I mean…I don’t know.” I groaned sticking my head in my pillow.
“Yeah, I just got it today.” I said running my hand along it, “She needs a name.”
He laughed, “A car with a name?”
“Oh, like yours doesn’t have a name!” I scoffed.
“Ramone.” He mumbled quietly, opening the passenger door for me. I laughed.
“I think I’m naming mine Starla.”
We talked about pointless stuff until we reached the movie theater.
---
“2 for Haunting in Connecticut, please.”
---
We got into the movie theater and chose two seat in the middle.
“Madonna!” Jon shouted randomly. I looked at him confused.
“The movie trivia.” He shrugged pointing to the screen.
We were fairly very early, so we pretty much had the movie trivia memorized by the time the
movie actually started.
“If you get scared, I’ll protect you, kay?” Jon mumbled.
“I won’t.” I smirked glancing back at him.
---
“You didn’t even flinch once.” Jon pouted.
“I’m sorry.” I laughed. We got back to his car in the parking lot and he walked around to my side to open my door, I’m assuming. I turned and looked at him expectantly when he kissed me. And of course, I kissed back. Oh, God his lips. Ungh. I’m not entirely sure how long we were making out against the passenger side of his car, but I do know that when we did pull apart we were both breathing hard. He glanced at me for a second, like he was thinking.
“What do you want to do?” he asked slowly.
“We could go back to my house.” I offered.
“We?”
“My parents won’t care.” I half-shrugged.
“Okay.” He said opening the car door as I slid in before going around to his side.
---
“It was just good sex, doesn’t mean anything, right?” Jon mumbled.
“Yup. I mean I could have great sex with Michael Jackson and that wouldn’t mean anything.” I shrugged.
“Are you comparing my sex with Michael Jackson?” he asked dully.
“Maybe.” I laughed.
---
“So, what is…this?” Jon asked when we woke up the next morning, crammed on my futon
with the stupid bar that runs down the middle digging into his back.
“This? Us?” I questioned.
“Us.” He repeated.
“We’re…dating?” I said slowly.
“We’re fucking.” He scoffed.
“So...I mean…I don’t know.” I groaned sticking my head in my pillow.
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