"Seriously again?" I asked as I looked at Lorraine, my girlfriend.
"What?" Lorraine responded.
Lorraine was the queen of selfies. She was aiming her stupid phone at herself every chance she got and taking a picture.
Lorraine's social media pages were filled with pictures of her, what she was doing, where she was, and what she was eating. It wasn't a surprise she wasn't able to hold a job.
Lorraine was adamant that one day she would be the perfect model, the next Instagram model to hit it big. I always laughed it off. She didn't have much of a following, but that didn't stop her.
Lorraine was, as some would say it, plain. I hated to admit it, but there were times when I caught myself wondering why I was with her.
I was no catch either. I wasn't pulling in all the women but compared to Lorraine. I was the better half.
Lorraine had blue eyes, which, if I have to say, was her best feature. She always plastered her face with makeup and dressed like she had it going on body-wise.
Even tonight, as we were heading for a Halloween party, she dressed like a succubus with wings and everything.
She wore a tube top that didn't have to worry about holding anything inside because Lorraine was flat as a board, as my friend Tyler always teased her.
Lorraine was envious of her little sister, that was sixteen and had giant tits already. It was hard for anyone not to look at them.
Lorraine stood just over five feet tall and was skinny as a beanpole. She even tried to do the only fans thing that was all the rage, but not one person subscribed, not one!
"Nice!" Jackson said as he opened the door to his house.
Everyone was here. I loved Jackson's parties. It was always a huge hit.
"Cyclops!" a guy said as I walked around.
I was a big movie guy and loved Cyclops from the Marvel comics, not the stupid movie black leather suit, but the original suit from the comics, blue and yellow.
"There is Mary, I am going to hang with them," Lorraine said.
"Sure, whatever," I shrugged.
I went outside to the large pool. It was filled with bubbles, and a bunch of women in skimpy bathing suits was inside it, laughing and playing.
"Stare harder, her bikini might just fall off," Tyler said as he bumped into me.
"Wow," I shook my head as I looked at him. "Again?"
Tyler was dressed like a doctor, or how he put it, a gynecologist. He kept saying these stupid lines to get women to take off their clothes. I swore that sometimes he was stuck in his college years and not a twenty-eight-year-old like me.
"Oh, like yours is original," Tyler shook his head. "What is that gel?"
Tyler looked at my brown hair and tried to get it out of place. "Leave it alone," I shook my head.
"Seriously, she wouldn't even notice you, even if you had a huge cow bell around your neck and was jumping up and down," Tyler shook his head.
He was, of course, talking about Jolene. Every guy in the building wanted a piece of her. She was drop-dead gorgeous with a body to match. Jolene had huge tits, a perfectly sculpted stomach, not even a pouch, long brown hair, and eyes that melted a man's soul.
"How does Jackson do it?" I asked.
Jackson was the man, not just the guy that worked out of a comic store, but the man. There he was in the pool with five women all over him.
He was no one to look at either. He didn't have rock-hard abs or the perfect hair. He was normal, average joe, but at every party, all these people would come, and he always ended up in the pool with the women.
"Who knows," Tyler said. "How does someone with an eight hour a day job at a comic book store afford a house like this?"
I nodded. That was true also. Jackson's house was huge, with a vast backyard and a pool.
"Come on, let's see what the others are doing," Tyler said.
By others, he meant Hank, Charles, and Grayson, the other members of our friends.
"Of course," I shook my head as we got to the kitchen.
They were drinking and staring at the girls on the dance floor.
"Just once," Grayson said, shaking his head.
"Rebecca wouldn't touch you even if you had a golden dick," Charles laughed.
"Yeah, well at least I have spoken two words to her," Grayson said. "You haven't even said a word to Cheryl," he laughed.
"I am waiting for the right time," Charles said.
"It's been seven years," I said as I took one of the beers from the ice chest. "The right time has come and gone."
"Yeah, like you have room to talk," Hank added. "Your girlfriend has the body of a teenage boy!"
"At least he has a girlfriend and gets laid, when was the last time you losers had sex?" Tyler said. "Having sex with a blow-up doll or your hand doesn't count."
None of them said a word.
"Pitiful," Jackson said as he came into the kitchen, his clothes drenched and dripping all over the place.
"Jackson, the man!" Hank and the others yelled.
"Derek, let me talk to you for a second," Jackson said as he looked at me.
I walked with him to a backroom where he got a towel and was drying his hair.
"Why do you hang with those losers?" Jackson asked.
"They are my friends," I shrugged.
"No, they are pathetic," Jackson shook his head.
"Yeah, compared to you," I smiled. "You've seen my girlfriend; I can't pull anything like what you can."
"Dude, you're breaking my heart," Jackson said. "I like you, you've always shown me respect, even before," he paused.
"Before what?" I asked.
Jackson sighed. "Okay, I have to show you something, but you can't tell a soul."
"Sure, I can keep a secret," I said as I finished my beer.
"They were tearing down a wall in the shop, when they found this," Jackson said.
"A piece of paper," I smiled.
"Yeah, but, I swear to you, it changed my life," Jackson said. "I read it a couple of times and bam, everything changed, I won the lottery, I can eat whatever I want and not gain a pound, it's fucking amazing, I say things people listen, don't know how but that piece of paper did it."
"Wow, a Halloween prank," I nodded as I looked at the old piece of paper. "What? I am supposed to read it and go out there and people will pretend to like me, then what?"
I gave the piece of paper back to him. "Nice try," I shook my head.
"Dude I just got my dick jerked off by April and Summer," Jackson said.
"They are lesbians," I shook my head.
"And those lesbians just jerked me off," Jackson smiled.
He held the paper in his hand, and I looked at it. "I swear if this is some prank," I said, shaking my head.
