Letters Spell Me And You

Day Two. Under Covers

This sucks.
I can't count how many times i've been kicked, or woken up by her screams, although I could probably count on my fingers how many minutes she's slept in the past 6 hours.
It's obviously not easy to detox.
This would make a great reality T.V show.
Wonderful reality check for the way that britney spears girl acts all the time.
haha.

It's 3 a.m.
"Isadora Winter, you're a pain in my ass."
"Mmmhm. Oli, come here."
"Ohh no. I'm not going to get kicked the next time you fall asleep..again."
"Just come here. I need a distraction."
"From what? Aaaannnd what type of distraction are we speaking of?"
"Just..talk. From my thoughts. I don't..I don't like this."
So I come closer and wrap my arms around her.
Suddenly, I don't seem so sure of myself.
I don't think this relationship is healty.
"Oliver."
"Yeah, baby?"
"Kiss me."
UHM. WHAT.
"What?"
"I want you to kiss me."
Cough. I'm confused. CON-FUCKING-FUSED!
When in doubt, do as Oliver does. Go along with it.
"Okay."
Yeah, we've kissed before. Nice...friendly..kisses and..oh jeeze. Before I knew what was happening my fingers are trailing around the hem of her tank top, going up..up..up.
And she likes it.
I push her bra over her chest so her nipples can be seen poking through the thin fabric of her cami.
My tongue started following my fingers, running down her neck.
Stop. Oliver. Stop it now. You can't do this!

"Fuck. Fuck Isa..What the.."
It seems i'm always the one fucking up lately. And I put myself on the couch with my head in my hands.
"I'm not sorry, Oliver. I apologize for making you do that back there..but i'm not sorry for it."
God.
I can't do that with her. I honestly feel nothing more than friendship with her..but her skin..her skin felt so good beneath my hands.
"I'm putting in a movie. A..better distraction. Do you mind?"
I have nothing to say. I'm afraid i'll stutter if I tried. She assumed it was okay, and seconds later I heard the beatles coming from the surround sound.
Across The Universe. Wonderful.
When Isa sat down I pulled her so she was laying on top of me, so I could at least touch her skin, without making it obvious that I needed it.
Nothing more went on, and I didn't really watch the movie, Except for that "I am the egg-man I am a walrus Koo Koo Kachoo" part, or whatever.
I partially sang along with "Hey Jude" near the end.
I find it corny that the lead characters were named Jude and Lucy.
Couldn't bother to be original, I guess.

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:D This has been my favorite part to write so far, I think.
Um, the next chapter, ten, is the last in the story.
The sequel, as of now, is named "We'll call it Cajun"
Simply because things are gonna get spicy HAHA.
I enjoyed it, did you?

xoxo

Found lyrics for "Hey Jude."

Hey jude, dont make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

Hey jude, dont be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,
Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

Hey jude, dont let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,
Youre waiting for someone to perform with.
And dont you know that its just you, hey jude, youll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Hey jude, dont make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then youll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.

Na na na na na ,na na na, hey jude...

And for "I am the walrus." They are pretty funny.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, i'm crying.
I'm crying, i'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.