Little White Lies.
Five.
The zoo.
Animals.
Pricey food.
And uncontrollable children.
Great.
"Ami, let's go see the penguins!"
Brendon shouted excitedly while grabbing my hand and yanking me along behind him.
This is what happens when you give him a Mountain Dew.
No wonder we're not allowed to have soda.
Please insert an eye roll here.
I grimaced and let him pull me along.
It's best to go along with his antics.
Either that or suffer his endless whining.
After seeing the penguins, polar bears, monkeys, reptiles, elephants, giraffes, wild cats, and zebras Iwanted needed a lunch break.
"Brendon!"
I yelled, pulling out of his grip as he attempted to drag me along to visit yet another animal.
"What?"
He asked innocently, turning around to face me.Damn that adorable face!
"I'm hungry. Let's get some food."
I stated, crossing my arms to make me seem somewhat authority like.
Though I doubt it had any effect.
"But, it's already four! We won't have enough time to see everything!"
"I don't care. I'm hungry!"
"But-"
"No! Food! Now."
I grabbed his hand and yanked him towards a cafe that was near by.
Then, just to piss him off, I ate incredibly slow.
"Look! It's five now, you wasted precious time!"
He yelled, going into hysterics at the sight of the clock.
Whiny bitch.
After finally calming hisincredibly sexy PMSing ass down we went to find the pandas.
"BRENDON!"
I screeched as the older boy attempted to climb over the gate.
I swear for a nineteen year old he acts like he's five.
I grabbed hisamazing ass and pulled him off of the railing.
I swear it was the only thing I could grab!And damn, that boy has a tight ass!
I mean, half of him was leaning over, and his legs are too... skinny?
Yeah, that's definitely it..... Don't question me dammit!
Here's a Lie. There's a Lie. And another little Lie.
"But I want to pet the panda!"
He screamed, struggling to get away like a two year old.
I latched my arms around his waist.Accidentally brushing my hand against his package.
"No Brendon! Stop it or we'll march right back to the bus mister!"
I threatened like a mother of a two year old.
The thought of not seeing any more animals calmed him down.
Thank God.
The rest of the zoo trip was pretty uneventful.Thankfully.
Brendon basically pulled me along to all of the animals and we got back in time to leave.
Then he attempted to steal a penguin.
By stuffing it down his pants
Poor Icey will have to be disinfected now, such a shame.
Back at the bus another head count took place.
I swear these things are getting old.
And we all went back on in the stupid line and sat in the same seats with the same person.
Oh joy, more Brendon.
Look! The sarcasm came back again!
Brendon and I went through the same damn routine of him asking to play games and I simply Lying.
By the time we actually got back tohell the home it was dark.
Time for 'Lights Out' again.
Guess what?
Brendon and I went through the same old song and dance.
I tried not to give in this time.
I really did.
But I failed.
Failure.
I'm beginning to think that's all I am.
I mean, I'm failing at therapy.
I'm failing at resisting Brendon.
I'm failing at being truthful.
I'm a failure.
Maybe I should take this new found thought to the Doc?
Or maybe not...
Depends on if tomorrow is a group session or not.
Right now I can't help but notice Brendon is wearing boxers tonight.
Just boxers.
Disgusting, I should never have let him in my bed!
I swear if his morning wood get anywhere near me I'll flip.
I spy a little white Lie.
I wonder if I'll ever tell myself the truth.
The truth about Brendon.
The truth that I may like him.
The truth that I do.
Would it count as a failure if I started telling the truth?Even if it was just to myself.
Technically, yes I think.
I mean, I would be failing to keep the truth at bay.
It would corrupt my world.
The one that I and I alone had builtin my head, of course.
But it would be a break through also.
It would mean that therapy is helping.
Back to the thought of Brendon... And hisdelicious boxers.
Is he even awake?
By the just audible humming coming from his side I guessed he was.
"Bren?"
I whispered, turning my head towards him.
"Yea?"
"Why are you in your boxers?"
"It's hot in here."
Liar! It's below fifty in our room, I checked the thermostat before I went to bed!
"It's below fifty in here."
"No it's not."
"Whatever."
I turned back around.
Only to feel his hand cop a feel of my ass five minutes later.
More specifically his hand on my ass.
"Brendon!"
I yelled.
I hoped to God the security guards didn't hear that.
I really didn't feel the need for a sedative shot at the moment.
"What?"
"Keep your hands off my ass!"Or not.
"What are you talking about?"
"You just coped a feel!"
"I was reaching for my teddy bear. I forgot this was your bed. Sorry."
I rolled my eyes at him.
Although it was pretty useless seeing how it's pitch black in this God forsaken room!
Please mind, just shut off and let me sleep.
Animals.
Pricey food.
And uncontrollable children.
Great.
"Ami, let's go see the penguins!"
Brendon shouted excitedly while grabbing my hand and yanking me along behind him.
This is what happens when you give him a Mountain Dew.
No wonder we're not allowed to have soda.
Please insert an eye roll here.
I grimaced and let him pull me along.
It's best to go along with his antics.
Either that or suffer his endless whining.
After seeing the penguins, polar bears, monkeys, reptiles, elephants, giraffes, wild cats, and zebras Iwanted needed a lunch break.
"Brendon!"
I yelled, pulling out of his grip as he attempted to drag me along to visit yet another animal.
"What?"
He asked innocently, turning around to face me.Damn that adorable face!
"I'm hungry. Let's get some food."
I stated, crossing my arms to make me seem somewhat authority like.
Though I doubt it had any effect.
"But, it's already four! We won't have enough time to see everything!"
"I don't care. I'm hungry!"
"But-"
"No! Food! Now."
I grabbed his hand and yanked him towards a cafe that was near by.
Then, just to piss him off, I ate incredibly slow.
"Look! It's five now, you wasted precious time!"
He yelled, going into hysterics at the sight of the clock.
Whiny bitch.
After finally calming hisincredibly sexy PMSing ass down we went to find the pandas.
"BRENDON!"
I screeched as the older boy attempted to climb over the gate.
I swear for a nineteen year old he acts like he's five.
I grabbed hisamazing ass and pulled him off of the railing.
I swear it was the only thing I could grab!And damn, that boy has a tight ass!
I mean, half of him was leaning over, and his legs are too... skinny?
Yeah, that's definitely it..... Don't question me dammit!
Here's a Lie. There's a Lie. And another little Lie.
"But I want to pet the panda!"
He screamed, struggling to get away like a two year old.
I latched my arms around his waist.Accidentally brushing my hand against his package.
"No Brendon! Stop it or we'll march right back to the bus mister!"
I threatened like a mother of a two year old.
The thought of not seeing any more animals calmed him down.
Thank God.
The rest of the zoo trip was pretty uneventful.Thankfully.
Brendon basically pulled me along to all of the animals and we got back in time to leave.
Then he attempted to steal a penguin.
By stuffing it down his pants
Poor Icey will have to be disinfected now, such a shame.
Back at the bus another head count took place.
I swear these things are getting old.
And we all went back on in the stupid line and sat in the same seats with the same person.
Oh joy, more Brendon.
Look! The sarcasm came back again!
Brendon and I went through the same damn routine of him asking to play games and I simply Lying.
By the time we actually got back tohell the home it was dark.
Time for 'Lights Out' again.
Guess what?
Brendon and I went through the same old song and dance.
I tried not to give in this time.
I really did.
But I failed.
Failure.
I'm beginning to think that's all I am.
I mean, I'm failing at therapy.
I'm failing at resisting Brendon.
I'm failing at being truthful.
I'm a failure.
Maybe I should take this new found thought to the Doc?
Or maybe not...
Depends on if tomorrow is a group session or not.
Right now I can't help but notice Brendon is wearing boxers tonight.
Just boxers.
Disgusting, I should never have let him in my bed!
I swear if his morning wood get anywhere near me I'll flip.
I spy a little white Lie.
I wonder if I'll ever tell myself the truth.
The truth about Brendon.
The truth that I may like him.
The truth that I do.
Would it count as a failure if I started telling the truth?Even if it was just to myself.
Technically, yes I think.
I mean, I would be failing to keep the truth at bay.
It would corrupt my world.
The one that I and I alone had builtin my head, of course.
But it would be a break through also.
It would mean that therapy is helping.
Back to the thought of Brendon... And hisdelicious boxers.
Is he even awake?
By the just audible humming coming from his side I guessed he was.
"Bren?"
I whispered, turning my head towards him.
"Yea?"
"Why are you in your boxers?"
"It's hot in here."
Liar! It's below fifty in our room, I checked the thermostat before I went to bed!
"It's below fifty in here."
"No it's not."
"Whatever."
I turned back around.
Only to feel his hand cop a feel of my ass five minutes later.
More specifically his hand on my ass.
"Brendon!"
I yelled.
I hoped to God the security guards didn't hear that.
I really didn't feel the need for a sedative shot at the moment.
"What?"
"Keep your hands off my ass!"Or not.
"What are you talking about?"
"You just coped a feel!"
"I was reaching for my teddy bear. I forgot this was your bed. Sorry."
I rolled my eyes at him.
Although it was pretty useless seeing how it's pitch black in this God forsaken room!
Please mind, just shut off and let me sleep.
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It's been much too long.But I've lost it, what ever creativity/ability to write I had, it's gone.
It's like, I can see the story in my head, but I just can't seem to write it down.
It's horrible but I'm trying to work through it.
I'm going to try to make updates at least weekly, but I can't make any promises.
Sorry for not updating in months.