High school was very eventful for me.   One the  only boyfriend I had in my fucking life was cheating on me with another girl, Tiffany.  Now, Tiffany was my best friend until grade 8, just before  high school.  That being said, she went a joined my bullies in torturing me for being  "lesbian" and for being  "brown!"   This was after the attacks on 9/11, and they did not like people like me who were "darker," then them.   One thing I could not stand was the bullying, but having the only boyfriend I had to cheat on me for who I was.... that was disgusting.  I might have been. 17, but I chose that no more men were going to touch me.

I really dislike cheating.  That was when I went diving off a cliff with a friend, Lilly.    When diving off the cliff, a usual summer activity to relieve my friends and i of the heat with the coolness of the water, I hit my head on the beach below.     This was not an attempt to end one's life as I was trying to cool off, but i almost died.     Although I nearly bit it, I remember that someone was sitting in my hospital room as I got out of my coma, Lilly. 

She was the first person I saw when I woke up.  And she hugged  me.  Since then, I learned that she was the only one in my school who would visit me every day.   At then, she was the only friend  I had.    "Are you OK? Sweeties!"

"Yes," I said.  

"That is good," she said.  Now she looked beautiful about the face though she was 200lbs.  She was still smoking hot.  "Because I have feelings for you."

"You mean you  want to date me," I said, trying to ascertain what she said.  Remember, I was just out of a coma."I don't know if that is a good idea."

"Right, it is brilliant,"  Lilly said, kissing me.  "Don't worry, I won't cheat on you  with anyone."

"Damn, it feels like I pissed off a pro-wrestler," I complained.  "How long did you have these feelings?"

"Since, I first came to your school, and we became friends."

"Really," I asked. 

"Yes."

"Damnit, it feels like i passed off two wrestlers,"  I complained. 

"I think you are cute when you complain, Jimmy."

I started to giggle at that.  The diving accident gave me a concussion, and I will have to question everything to see if it is real.   To be fair, that was when she hijacked my heart and took up real estate in my head.    She was all I thought about from that moment on.   

We started to date a week later when I got out of the hospital, and my shit head brother was getting out of jail.

That was when he moved back home and became a pain in my ass.  Bryan was a really pain who would do everything and anything to piss me off.    When he saw who i was starting to date, he could not keep his  comments to himself.  He would call Lilly ugly and fatso.   I was embarrassed to be his sister. 

I would find that he would be the complete opposite of me.  Where, I took care of my tattoos and piercings he had keloid on his arms because he wouldn't or was dumb enough not to care for the fucking things.  I read, I watched movies.   But i had my new girlfriend to complain to if I needed to.  After  we both graduated from high school, i tried school again but got bullied out soon.  She ended up getting a job in TSA, and she was take counter terrorism studies in college. 

She was more feminine than me. That was for sure. She was a lipstick lesbian.    Where  I just wore band  shirts and lost fitting jeans, she was very beautiful.  I still did not get what she saw in me. For the most part, she is very loyal and loving.  Not to mention, she looked beautiful in her TSA uniform. 

That being said, she is madly in love with me.

Sometimes, I started to wonder how lucky I was to meet someone like her.  There was one thing that she did that I loved to, she was a bit of pothead.   Yes, I said that she was a pothead.

"So do you remember when I confessed my feelings for you," she asked.

I was trying  to write my novel that was similar to my childhood.  "Yes I do!"

I turn to see her doing a little bit of dance. She was very sensual in her dancing, especially in her uniform. 

"Come one," she pined lime a puppy.  "Leta have some fun.  I can have you frisk me."

She kisses me on the ear and soon my neck.  She had a way of seducing me. I go abandoning my writing.   I turned away and saw this beautiful flower that was her. 

"Well, are you going to kiss me," Lilly said.  "Make love to me."

I am 24, she is 22, we have been together since I got out of my coma.   I knew her story well.

Lilly was born in Romania and was mistreated in an orphanage before being adopted.  She swore up and down that she was hurt by extremists, and this was why she joined the TSA, so no one ever had to deal with such horror as she did. 

Also, she lost her adoptive mother in the 9/11 attacks.   This more  was  deciding  her fate.  

I had heard and read in a book that the past was a prelude to the future.   I was not a big believer in God, but I did believe in fate. That was for sure. 

As I looked at the goddess in the TSA uniform, my heart swelled.   "I can kiss you, but I am writing right now."

"Maybe I will do something special for you," she said.  "Later."

As i wrote that last paragraph for the day, she lit up a join and  then to the bathroom.

I looked over the character profiles about the story.  This was supposed to be like the stand meets tale of genji.    Soon, she emerged from the bathroom and started to put on some 2pac.  She loved 2pac  and the song 2 of America's most wanted.

"This song," she said, massaging my shoulders.  "Reminds me of us."

She kisses me square on the mouth.  I closed my eyes and started to make love to her.     She was so beautiful and she was wonderful in the loving department.

As I was making love to her, I wanted to feel the deepest parts of her.   "Maybe we can make love in one of the search rooms at the airport."

I raise my head to acknowledge her, "You're speaking my language."

She giggled, "I knew you would love that!"

"You are my fantasy," I said.  I kissed her deeply on the mouth, and she felt me up.

"You're mine too," she said. 

Soon, i take the joint from her fingers and drag it.  I soon feel euphoric, I did not know if it was the pot or the woman I was with.    I take another drag and kiss her again.  As I was about to  kiss her again, the phone wrang. "Shit, that is my shithead brother!"

"Aww," she sounded off.  "You still live with him."

"Unfortunately!"  I said.  "I have to take this."

*were the fuck are you.*

With Lilly, where were you....

*I was at my parole officer.*

Oh i forget you're a shit head drunk.

*hey!!!! I am trying to do it right now.*

You are probably at the bar

He texted me a picture of his parole officer's office. 

Shit sorry.

Well I must say that he trying to make right of what he fucked up with in life.  

"I got to go, sweeties," I said.  I was starting to complain as I usually did.  But then she kissed me sweetly.

"I will be right here," she assured me.  "Maybe we could move  in together one day."

"Sure!"

I blow her a kiss and start making my way to the door.

As I started making my way to the front for that was when I saw my brother with his girlfriend watching Shark Week.  Damn,  he gets to have love in his life.

I soon see that she is kissing him, and then i could hear him say,  "Hey, Corn ball!"

That was his name for me since I choked on a glass of water.  He thought it was nerdy.   I could not help but fucking hate water.  Ot was flavorless and bland.    So I wanted to drink an orange crush instead. Or lemonade.  Those were the only things I loved to drink.  And don't get me started with alcohol. 

It was his girlfriend who greeted me at the door.   Her name was Lee. She was nice and I did not get why she liked my brother.  It was because she was rich and wanted to help.  But she was my fucking age and it drove me insane.

"Hi, Lee," I said.

"How are you?"

"Was going to lose my virginity tonight but couldn't became someone FUCKING TEXTED ME TO COME HOME."

"Listen Jimmy," he said grimly. "Mom's not doing too well she only has hours."

"FUCK," I said.  "I want an autopsy. " she was battling cancer the last year. It was stage 4 that she did not have a chance.   This was annoying for me.  More then annoying, and it was sad. 

So I started to attempt to sleep.   But I could not when I heard the rington for my brother's phone at fucking mid night.  Shit I thought.  It was her time. 

I heard the conversation it was pretty grim. I went downstairs, and so my bother with his head in his hands.  

"What in the actual,"  I asked.

"Mom is dead."  He said, crying.   I could not stand to see him like that.  Soon that was when I directed to the TV. 

"Breaking  news," the new reporter said.   "There is a an impending terror attack on the city of LA.... people are told not to go to the beach because of the chatter on the internet."

"What the fuck," I said.  What do those idiots want with the beach was my thoughts.   Soon I started to wonder about  our safety.  They did not go in much detail about the planned attacks.    Soon I started to wonder how write they going to attack the beaches of Southern California.  This was most unusual.   Soon I got I text.   I pick up my phone.

*hey*

Hey, did you hear the news

*yes, I might be on call this bur I am a woman of her word.*

You don't think it's.....not again.

*we are in the dark about this too*

Really the TSA is in the dark too.

*just level red*

The first five colors of the rain bow: red, orange, yellow , green and blue are the different alert levels.  Red being the highest and Blue being low risk.  That was when I was in grade 8 and this was right after 9/11.

So now they colour code everything.  Soon I started to worry about that these idiots would do.   That being said I could not this.  I was going to go to bed sad, but know worried for Lilly's sake.

For the whole night I tossed and turned.  I could not get comfortable worth a shit.  I was working my self up.  This was 2013, this shit should not be happening  but then they said the same about the Boston marathon.  I was  really get worked up over nit getting the pillow positioned properly.

As I soon did get some sleep I found that my wrestless leg syndrome kicked in.  I will never get some sleep.

I usually get the wrestless legs from stress. It was very annoying for me.to deal with.  Especially when you wanted to sleep.

I could not believe that my mother was gone.  But I should have seen this coming.  Alas, I did not.  

As I woke up the next morning, I woke up with a bit of a stress headache.  Those are very annoying.   I did not know what i was stressing about.  My mother  or the fact that my brother was a shit head on the best of days.    As I also went to get up to get a Tylenol, I heard my phone buzz, and I had to get that.   I looked at my phone and saw that it was Lilly. 

*hey bae*

Hey sweeties.

* How was your night, I could not stop thinking about you.  *

I just lost my mom, and my brother is an ass. 

*Oh, I am waiting for you ;)*

Really

*senting you kisses 💋  *

So  I had to get up.   Not just for the Tylenol but for some loving too.   I wanted to be with Lilly, even though I was busy writing.     I did not know what she was going to do with me love wise.   I wanted to make love to her  so badly.  But I didn't know where the airport was.    So I had to get a taxi.  Or the commute busy.   So i had to get my bus pass and I  went to get dressed.  

As I went to the bus stop, i saw the busy approaching.  It was the #15 to the airport.   That much I knew from my shit head brother.     That said, I showed the pass to the driver  and took the seat.

As i did So I was hearing some high school student walk on, and they had balloon animals.  They popped them, and someone screamed. This was a fucking prank.

Soon, I was getting madder and madder.   That being said, i had a problem with emotional regulation, especially with idiots.

Now, i was the subject of many pranks in my life that  were traumatic for me.   So I blew up. 

"Stop popping those fucking balloon  animals  or I will call the police!"

"Oh yeah," the prankster said, popping the balloon animal.  More people scream.   That was when someone called the cops. 

When we arrived, I ran into the airport and found Lilly's check point.  She soon saw me and started to hug me and greeted me with a kiss.

"Hey, sweeties," she said, kissing me.   "Just wait, and I will give you a lapdance, and we could be together."

"Sounds good," I said.  She was not a stripper but  she was good at what she did.

I found the search room and waited.  But I didn't have to wait long.

"Hey," she said.   "Just had to search someone."

"Now you van search me," I said, winking.

"Oh, I am going to so more than that." She got on my lap and kissed me.  She soon cuffed me to the wall.  "Let me give you a good time."

Soon, she started to make love to me.  This was my first time being made love to by someone as hot as she.  "I hope you don't mind me cuffing you.   I wanted this to be kinky, too."

"I don't mind."

"Good." She said, kissing me.

I just said there as she made love to me.  I rolled my eyes as I we started the love act.   I never thought I would be making love to another girl.  It felt good.