"Cheyenne, get out two beers, I'm on my way over. I've got something that you
have
to see. I found something underneath Darren's bed, and I'm pissed!" Kirsten yelled into the phone before slamming it down. With a huff, she pushed herself up off the dorm room floor and looked around for something to hide the stash in. Grabbing a plastic bag she quickly shoved the stuff in and made a bee-line for the door.
Running across campus she was nearly in tears. If there was anyone that could make sense of this, it was Cheyenne. Dodging the Friday night traffic on the sidewalks she finally made it to the Bluebird, the all-girls dorm on campus. Both she and Cheyenne had private rooms here, but she was headed right for her friend's room.
Busting in the door, she was out of breath and beet red in the face.
"Kirsten, what the hell is going on? Is everything okay?"
Kirsten shook her head slowly. "No, no it's not. Listen, I went over to Darren's room to have a little look around. Now, I know what you're thinking. But the other day I was over there and I thought I saw something under the bed. I didn't want to just
ask
him about it. Besides, he's the one that left his door unlocked."
"Wait a minute, I want to make sure I have this straight. Darren unknowingly goes out with his best buddies, one of which happens to be
my
boyfriend. So you use that to your advantage and ransacked his room, looking through his private belongings?"
"Yeah….you wanna to go over to Justin's place and see if his door's unlocked? Who knows what he has under
his
bed."
Cheyenne laughed, "No thanks. I prefer to have some mystery in my relationship. I don't want to know what he has under his bed. Unless it's another woman, than that's another story."
"Exactly, she said, "That's why I went over there and found….this!" Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a pile of magazines. "Another woman; several actually….just look at all these magazines! What the hell does he need these for when he has me?" As she held the magazines in the air to show her friend, a DVD fell out and rolled under the bed.
"Holy shit!" Cheyenne giggled. "I bet its porn!" She reached for the beers and popped open the tops. "Here, have one. It'll make you a little calmer. Kirsten, this isn't really a big deal. So he likes to look at magazines….it isn't like he's out there looking for someone else. He's dating you, not the girls in there."
Kirsten crawled underneath the bed and retracted the DVD. Looking at it, there was no name on it. For all she knew, it was music or one of his monster flicks that he loved so much. "But look at those close, Chey….they're all girl on girl porn! I mean…. what the hell? Do you think he doesn't like having sex with me? Do you think that he looks at those when I leave?"
Cheyenne could see the fear on her friends' face. She plopped down on her bed and motioned for her friend to join her. Handing over the cold brew she picked up a magazine and flipped through it.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Kirsten, do you remember that time that you and I bought one of those fireman calendars? Remember how much we loved changing the months to see what was in store next?"
"Do I ever!" Kirsten giggled. "I still have mine. I don't care if its two years old, I can't part with it!" Her eyes twinkled as she remembered back.
"It's kinda like that for Darren. It isn't like you have to look at the calendar to get off, right? But sometimes it's nice to go back and take a peek, you know?"
She nodded her head in understanding. "I guess. It just sort of took me by surprised. It was hidden under the bed and I didn't know he was into that kind of thing."
"So don't worry about it! The boys aren't going to be back for a long time, we can hang out and then sneak back to Darren's room and put the stuff back. He'll never have to know."
"This was so stupid, Cheyenne. I can't believe I did this! I'd just die if he ever found out!" Kirsten plopped down on the bed, picking up a magazine and flipping through it as well. "Did you know these things have comics in them? Read this, it's hilarious!"
The two girls began flipping through the magazines, judging breast sizes, laughing at things they'd never seen before, and drinking more beer than they had planned.