I was searching through my cousin's room. Wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to look for as I browse through the organized room of my friend. I was curious. Curious on the things this guy owned and what he possessions would tell about him. His room was unusually organized. This might be because he was a few years older than I. This was one of the reasons I found him interesting, he was so much more mature and got me out of my isolated boring teenage exclusive female school life.
It was exciting and quite a surprise when I found his dirty magazines under his bed. It was one of the places I wanted to look. I wanted to know his secrets and secrets could only be found by using thinking differently. This disgusted me since I prided my conservatism and virginity as a badge. The only exception was the excitement I got when I was with him was up to now in the form of breaking out of the house, dancing, drinking, getting drunk and returning the next morning to angry parents.