You know, a lot of people think that Internet relations are crap, even if they talk on the phone everyday. âIt will never work,â they all say. Long distance relations stay long distance most believe. Well for those people, I only have one thing to say, fuck you. I love a girl who lives on the other side of the country, a beautiful, smart, and talented girl who I would take a bullet for. I talk to her a lot and ever since she lost her grandma, a very important person in her life who she lived with, I have been trying to bring her as much happiness as I can but even I cant fill that gap. But I will sure as hell try. We talk on the phone every once in a while and talk a lot online, I do wish I was really there but some things have to wait I guess. We have even cybered, imagine that right? And phone sex but these things arenât sick or twisted, they are just the only way we can really express our love since we are so far away from each other. And if you donât like it, I say again, fuck you.
I was just laying on my bed today when I thoughtâŚhey; why not write a story about what could to happen when I go to see my love. (I doubt this exact thing would happen but yea...) So, since I believe I am a decent writer, I just started typing, and here we are, guess I should get on with the story right? Well, here we go (Song of choice: Three doors down â Here without you)
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âThank you very much,â I said as I walked toward the car. I had finally done it, got enough money saved up. The sun was setting but my hopes were rising. I jumped into my dadâs jeep and sat there staring at the check for $100. âJust a couple daysâŚwait for me baby,â I said to no one in particular. The car rocked as my dad closed the door.
âDamn if I ainât worn out.â He said sighing to emphasize his point. After a couple seconds he looked over at me. âAre you going to start the damn car or what?â Snapping out of my daze I nodded and cranked the car.
I drove toward the bank and pulled into the drive through window. I turn the check over and signed the back with slow, smooth movements. My dad cocked his eyebrow thumped me upside the head. âWhatâs wrong with you?â I finished signing the check and gave the pen to my dad who signed his. I put both in the slot and waited for the slow bank workers to process it. They never seemed to go fast enough but today they seemed to take a million years.
âDad, you realize I now have enough moneyâŚâ I said turning to look at him.
âI'm amazed you saved up that much, I thought you would have spent it by now.â The money finally came back out and I picked it up handing it to my dad. Since my dad had the same first and last name as me they always put the money in one packet which really pissed me off. My dad reached in and pulled out 5 twenties and handed them to me. âYou know, your mom still doesnât like the idea of you going that far by yourself.â
âI'm not going by myself, Patrick is coming with me most of the way and we are only splitting up once we get between Oregon and Arizona.â
âWell your mom still thinks that is alone. She would probably try to go with you if she didnât have to work.â he said looking through he front window. âI think we should go before the guy behind us gets out and I have to kick his ass.â He said smiling. I giggled for a bit before putting the jeep into drive and pulling out onto the main road, heading towards home.
âIts so funny though, Iâve been trying to save up all this money in a hurry and I still have to wait a bit.â I pulled into our dirt road and road down it extra fast getting a few curses from my father. Yep, this was going to be the trip of my life, and I couldnât wait.
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Even though I couldnât wait, I still had to. There was still another week till the end of the year. Exams were in progress and everyone was wired, except for me I guess. All I could think about was the trip and what would happen when I got there. I walked into the Spanish 2 classroom, my first exam. I saw Patrick over in the corner so I moved over to him and sat down. âYou ready for thisâ he said smiling.
The test or the trip of destiny we are taking.â I said smiling back.
âBoth I guess, I got all the money we will need from my grandparents, it good to have relatives that own a car dealership.â
âVery true, I got all the money I will need for my stay. Took a long time.â He nodded.
âThey still made me work for it, they said I had to learn how to work for what I get. But thatâs ok, we are taking a long vacation from all the work.â he said smoothing back his hair.
âWell that long ass drive is work as far as Iâm concerned.â It was now the end of our junior year in high school. We both had our license and were planning on splitting the driving, but still, it was one long ass drive. I had convinced my mom to let me borrow her 99 Honda accord for the trip, and let me tell you, that was no easy task. It was only after my dad talked to her for a couple hours she relented and gave me the keys. Over my junior year I had been working on the engine, making it faster and giving it better fuel mileage. Also I worked on the body and made it look like a street racing car. This did not sit well with my mother as you may guess but she relented. After we got to our parting point, Patrick was planning on renting a vehicle so he could go visit his girl. I guess now would be a good time to explain how everyone looks.
My name is David. I have dark/light blue eyes depending on where I am. Sometimes they even look silver. My hair is dark, dark, dark brown or black pretty much. I like to keep it reasonably long but never where it gets in my way. I am about 6â1 and pale cause I donât like the sun that much. I do keep in pretty reasonable shape just from walking around my school carrying those heavy ass books.
My friendâs name is Patrick. His eyes are what you call hazel I guess. His choice of hair is sandy brown and would be what I call poofy, itâs combed over but if you press it, it has a lot of bounce. He is taller than me only because of that poofy hair but I have size where it countsâŚ. you get my point. He used to be a bit jelly-like around the stomach but now, since his family are freaks, he has slimed down a lot. Ofcourse, I can still kick his ass.
Now for the girls. Brooke lives in Arizona sometimes and Colorado during the other time. She lives with her parents who are split and thatâs why the two locations. Her hair is long and is light brown to blonde in color. She has a pretty face and nice body even though she doesnât think so. From what I have learned about her and what she has told me, she has had sex about 20-40 times now. She does drugs and drinks at parties and that is usually the location of her fuck sessions. This is whom Patrick is going to meatâŚer.i mean meet. :)
Now there is Desiree. My pet name for her is Dezi. She is my whole reason for going on this trip besides getting a little fresh air. She has long brownish hair and pale skin. Her face is beautiful and drop dead gorgeous when she smiles. She is the same age as me and I love her with all my heart. (For those uninformed, I am 17, do the math.) Her body is just as beautiful as her face. Sometimes she looks so good I just wanna eat herâŚerâŚ. not in a sexual wayâŚ.or maybeâŚ
Well yea, now back to the story.