Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 11:53:22 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chapter16

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                    Chapter 16: Or Dare

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It was complete darkness on Halloween.  I guess, some people may say this
was poetic.  I wouldn't be one of those people though.  It was a
coincidence.  It was also a coincidence that Shane and Sampson had decided
to stage a sleepover on tonight. Now that Byron and T-Boy were blindly
upstairs looking for candles, Shane and Sampson had decided to talk.

What they didn't know was that I hadn't gone upstairs as well.  Sampson had
started talking some weird stuff.  He was saying that he had a brother (a
real brother).  His real brother was in love with T-Boy.  I had always
thought that I was the only guy that had ever been with T-Boy.  This was
definitely some weird news.  The past life of T-Boy was always a surprise.
I thought I knew everything about him.  We used to hang out all the time,
but he always kept his home life secret.  I thought it was just caused he
was embarrassed, but maybe it was deeper.

"Quick, be quiet," Sampson's voice whispered in the pitch black room, "I
hear them coming back."

I heard T-Boy and Byron as well.  They were loudly coming back down the
stairs, stomping each step to make sure where they were.  I decided to
crawl back to where I had been sitting before and pretend to walk in as
well.

The dark room was murky and I found myself tripping all the while.
Something slipped under my feet.  It had to be a slipper or something.
Whatever it was had caused me to slip and bust my ass on the middle of the
floor.

"Syn is that you?" I heard Shane ask.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm just tripping over something."

"Don't worry, we found candles," Byron boast, like he was a holy savior of
some kind.

There was a light suddenly and I saw Byron put his candle on the table.  I
would have given him a mean look but I couldn't even see him.  He had
walked over like he had a stack full of candles.  He had one fucking candle
in his hand.  The little light barely radiated anything, but then T-Boy
brought a couple more.  He lit them all around the table in a circle.

The group of candles helped a little.  They made the room seem like a dim
kind of room, but not completely pitch black like it was before.  I had to
squint, but I think I would be able to make my way to the door just in case
of an emergency.  The candles were better than nothing.

There was no television and for a little while we just sat there.  Byron
had tried to get a little closer to Sampson, while T-Boy gave me awkward
looks.  Shane was tapping his foot and he looked like the most impatient
out of us.  I knew how he felt.  He had been enjoying his great movie and
now it had been interrupted. I wanted to laugh a little because he deserved
it for taking every scary movie so personally.

"I'm hungry," I finally said, breaking the silence.

I seriously was.  It was Byron who opened up a cabinet and threw me some
alligator cookies.  They looked familiar.  I knew they were my alligator
cookies.  He had fucking hidden my alligator cookies.  I was going to say
something about it but then Shane came in with his own little remark.

"We should play Truth or Dare," he said.

I had expected it, "Why?  Aren't we a little too old for this?"

Half of me was hesitating because I knew Sampson said he only wanted to
play truth or dare because he wanted to kiss me.  I didn't mind him kissing
me but it made me mad that he was thinking more on the game instead of
telling Shane about the past.  I'd come so close! Now, it was payback for
Sampson not sticking to the subject.

"I don't think we are too old," Sampson said, looking around the table.

The light flickered over from face to face.  I didn't care about this
fucking game.  I wanted to know why Sampson and T-Boy hated one another.  I
had to know about what happened in the past.

"I want to play!"  Byron said, looking over at me, "Syn, why don't you
play?"

I looked over at T-Boy, "I'll play if T-Boy plays."

     It was sort of my attempt to let him know that I was still his
boyfriend even though we were going through these little issues.

"Ah yeah ok. I'll play."

I could tell T-Boy really didn't want to play, but we both knew that if he
denied playing, it might rub off the wrong way.  He might make it seem like
he was being bitter or something.
  T-Boy rested his arms on his knees and looked deep into the flickering
candle.  I did the same thing in imitation.

I smiled, "So who goes first?"

Shane all but jumped at it, "Since I suggested it, I should go first.
Sampson truth or dare."

It was just as I had suspected. I rolled my tongue to make sure my breath
was good.  It definitely would be weird kissing Sampson.  The last time we
kissed had been a life-changing experience.  I found both T-Boy and Sampson
had gay tendencies of some kind. I wonder if this would have the same
dynamic outcome.

"Dare I guess," Sampson answered, acting like he was surprised, "I'll start
this off in a high note."

Byron let out his little "O's" while T-Boy gave both Shane and Sampson a
suspicious look.  I knew what he was thinking.  Shane did a lot for Sampson
lately.  Shane had helped Sampson give me all those notes.  Shane was
probably going to be helping Sampson do a lot more as well.

"I dare you to kiss Syn," Shane commanded, causing Sampson to give me a
quick flirtatious smile, "But wait not on the face."

"What where?"

"On his buttcheek."

"What?" T-Boy asked, looking suddenly irritated, "What the hell kind of
dare is that?"

Shane gave T-Boy a challenging stare, "Hey, you said you wanted to play it.
We are all playing fair here.  You don't talk about my dares and I won't
talk about yours."

"Fair, my ass " T-Boy muttered, so lowly that I barely heard him.

Sampson gave me a look.  I laughed.  I laughed hard as hell.  Shane was
hilarious.  Byron started laughing (probably just cause I was laughing so
hard).  Sampson had a smile on his face and T-Boy looked irritated.  It was
just a weird thing for Shane to dare someone to do.  I knew Sampson had not
expected it too, which made it even funnier.

"Um you were serious?" I asked, noticing he wasn't changing his dare.

"It's a dare," Shane stated, continuing to defend his crazy request.

I looked at Sampson and he gave me an innocent shrug.  He definitely hadn't
planned for this.  I let out a laugh and got up.  I went over to Shane and
turned my back towards him.  I struggled to lower my pants and suddenly I
found out that I had lowered my pants to my knees.

I could imagine how it looked like to see my ass out in the open like that.
I was staring into the darkness and then I felt something on my right ass
check.  It was a hand.  I looked back to see Sampson's hand. He wasn't
squeezing it.  He was just resting his hand on there.

"Do it already," T-Boy demanded, sounding really pissed that Sampson was
touching my ass.

It was the first thing that he had said to Sampson the whole night.
Playing this game would definitely just turn out bad and I already knew it,
but I hung to the little hope as Sampson breath was felt on my skin.

"You ready?" he asked me, politely, "I'm about to do it."

"Yeah."

I felt his lips on my ass cheek. I let out a deep sigh that I didn't expect
to let out.  It felt so fucking good!  His lips parted and I felt his
tongue starting to roll around the same spot.
  It was like he was tongue-kissing my ass cheek.  He was flicking his
tongue back and forth against the skin.  My skin was so sensitive to his
touch.

"It tickles!" I laughed, trying to pull away.

He kept kissing for a little while more, despite my attempts to pull away.
He waxed the skin of my ass leaving this wet spot on my ass that was the
size of a fist.  Suddenly he pulled back and then it was over.

     Byron and Shane were laughing hysterically at this.  T-Boy was staring
at Sampson and Sampson looked like he was trying his best to ignore T-Boy.
I pulled up my pants immediately.  I sat down and tried to look like I
wasn't fucking humiliated.

     "I'll get you back for that," Sampson promised Shane and pushed
friendly, while wiping his lips.

     I couldn't believe he had just kissed my ass.  I mean, what the fuck?
I gave Shane an appalled look because I wanted to hit him in his face
suddenly for making Sampson do something so stupid.

     "Well it's your turn," Shane told Sampson, "But you can't pick me
because I picked you. It's the unwritten rules don't you know how to play
truth or dare?"

     Shane was making it up.  I had never heard that shit before.  I didn't
say anything though, because I was busy comprehending if it were possible
to sneak into the darkness before anything embarrassing happened again.  I
mean someone kissing my ass did feel good, but it was just embarrassing
especially in front of my boyfriend.

     Sampson wasn't smiling when he suddenly said, "Tommy truth or dare."

     "No. Shut up, bitch," T-Boy said in an abrupt expression of his
feelings towards Sampson.

     I saw that Sampson was going to say something back and then I knew
that T-Boy was going to say something back to him.  They would be fighting
back and forth.  They would probably make it physical.  It would have been
funny to see if the lights were on, but I wasn't going to get anything out
of it if the lights were off.

     "Tommy you got to play," I said, looking at him, "Why do you always
have to act like that?"

     "Ok ok, fine," T-Boy muttered and turned to Sampson, "What, bitch?"

     "Learn to listen," Sampson said curtly, "I said, Truth or Dare?"

     "Truth "

     I looked at Sampson.  The apprehension between the two was clear.  It
was no secret that Sampson didn't like T-Boy.  So why had he pick him?

     "Is it true you been exaggerating your injury lately because you like
the extra attention?" Sampson asked.

     T-Boy said something under his breath and then said, "Why would you
even ask such a dumb ass question?"

     "Are you going to answer the question or not?"

I looked at T-Boy.  He was hesitating.  I could see he was hesitating. My
mouth dropped open in shock.  Why the fuck was he hesitating?

"Maybe a little," he finally said and bit his lip.

"What!" I roared.

I couldn't believe him.  All the stuff that I'd been doing for him had been
for nothing.  He was just too fucking lazy to do shit himself?  I folded my
arms.  This game was just making me feel bad.

"I only been doing it for the last 2 days," he pleaded, almost apologizing,
"When I found out my leg was fully recovered, I thought I wouldn't be able
to always have you next to me.
  I just liked your constant company."

I smiled, "Aw I'll always be with you.  You don't need an injury to get my
attention."

"Ok enough mushy stuff, your turn T-Boy," Shane interrupted.

T-Boy looked like he was kind of enjoying this game too, which was kind of
weird because the whole night he had been acting distant and anti-social
(probably because of his tension with Sampson).

T-Boy bobbed his head at Shane, "How about you?  Truth or Dare?"

Shane looked just as scared at T-Boy did when he said, "Truth."

"What is your reason for helping Sampson?" T-Boy inquired, giving Sampson a
smile, "I mean when you helped him at trying to convince Syn about how I
wasn't treating him right."

T-Boy sounded bitter, but still confident.  I looked at Shane.  He looked
self-conscious being put on the spot like that but I felt he deserved it
after having Sampson kiss my ass in front of everyone.  Shane was looking
anxiously at Sampson as though wanting him to help him out with an answer,
but Sampson just lowered his eyes.

"Truthfully, originally Sampson asked me for help," he rapidly said, "I
have nothing against you, Tommy.  I was just trying to give Syn the
choice."

T-Boy looked confused and irritated, "What choice?  Man, don't act like you
don't know Sampson didn't like him before I did."

     "Stop bitching.  He chose you, right?" Shane replied, returning the
irritable theme.

"Can we move on " Byron interrupted, saving any further interruption, "Why
doesn't someone pick me?  I just been sitting here this whole time watching
you guys get serious over a game."

T-Boy rolled his eyes and sat back.  He sighed loudly as though no longer
interested in the game.  Sampson was looking real silent and reserved like
he had a lot on his mind.  I was noticing everything. I noticed the thunder
rolling outside. I noticed the way Shane was slowly opening up, especially
around Sampson.  I guess Sampson influenced him to talk more.  I

I should have been the Shane's best friend and I should have been the
person Byron had a crush on, but now everything seemed to revolve around
Sampson. I guess in some ways, his personality collided with mine and he
just filled up the positions where I lacked.  Unlike me, he was inviting of
Byron's flirts and he was supportive of Shane becoming chattier (as well as
annoying).

     "Ok, truth or dare, Byron?"  Shane asked.

Byron giggled loudly.  He was the oldest one in the room, but sometimes he
acted like the youngest.  He seemed like one of those people who always had
to have something around them to entertain them.

"Dare!" Byron shouted as though suggesting he was something special because
he was brave enough to choose dare.

"Why are you so excited?" I asked, looking at him sideways.

I guess I was just irritable since I had been embarrassed with Sampson
kissing my ass.  I still hadn't been able to look Sampson in the eyes after
that.  I was on edge and I was high-strung.

"Syn hush.  Byron, I dare you to " Shane said.

Did he just tell me to hush? Was he disrespecting me in my own house?

" make-out with T-Boy!"

I rolled my eyes and Byron did his little "I want attention" laugh.  He
smiled over at Sampson as though attempting to grab his attention before he
got up and made his way over to T-Boy.  I didn't want somebody over T- Boy,
especially a lunatic like Byron.  He could taste T-Boy's goodies and get
hooked.

Byron put his hand on T-Boy's shoulder blade.  He leaned into T-Boy with
animation.  T-Boy kissed onto Byron's lower lip.  Then Byron kissed T-Boy's
upper lip.  Then I watched as T-Boy opened his mouth. Why the fuck was he
opening his mouth, first!  Then I saw Byron move in for the tongue kiss.
Byron's tongue slid in T- Boy's mouth overtly and the two started a slow
tongue lashing process that went back and forth.

I blurted out, "Damn shit fuck---ass---crap---bitch!"

I hadn't known what I said until I said it.  I wasn't thinking. I just
wanted to curse.  The kiss was so passionate and it just caused me to
curse.  I guess it was some deep jealousy that was buried in my undertones
or probably protectiveness that I didn't know I had.  I immediately cuffed
my mouth to shut it up.

Everyone laughed.  Everyone laughed but me.  I guess they found it funny.
T-Boy was laughing probably hardest.  My cursing had caused him to break
out of his kiss with T-Boy to start laughing.  He slid across the couch he
was sitting on to sit beside me on the floor.

He hugged me tightly and laughed, "Don't get mad, baby, its still all about
you."

Great. I had been embarrassed twice.  Now everyone thought that I was
jealous of the T-Boy kissing Byron.  That wasn't the part of Syn that they
should of known.  To them, Syn was supposed to be unmovable and cool, not
some emotional kid.

"Regardless, Byron its your turn," I suggested quickly trying to change the
subject.

It was getting late and I was ready to go sleep, but I hated to be the one
to leave first.  It seemed like everyone was having fun except me.  They
were having a fucking riot.

"Syn, truth or dare."

     Great.  How did I know that my night could only get worse?

I was scared of what Byron might ask me if I picked truth so I just said,
"Dare "

I regretted it as soon as I said it.  For a moment I had forgotten that
Byron was the sex-fiend ex-male escort that had the mind of a teenager who
just hit puberty.  Everyone started to laugh at me, almost seeing my
stupidity from the gate.

"I dare you to strip, full monty on the table, with some whip cream!"

My mouth dropped open.  He couldn't be serious.

"No!"

"Do it!" Sampson cheered.

Then there came a band of "Do it!", "Do it!" cheers from everyone except
Shane of course who seemed as freaked out as a newborn in a titty bar.  I
couldn't believe T-Boy was cheering for me to strip.  I mean, he was my
boyfriend.  I didn't have to do a striptease for him to see me naked.
Maybe it was some kind of fetish I don't know.  Maybe it was the whip cream
that got him excited.  Either way, he was worked up with the idea.

"Ok shut up," I said looking around, "You guys will wake the neighborhood."

"Fuck the neighborhood. Take it off!" Byron roared.

They were acting real childish and even though Shane was straight he had
gotten into it just so he wouldn't feel left out.  I guess I would have
been into it, if it was someone else embarrassing themselves. No, but it
was me.

"Ok, fine, but you guys are just picking on me."

It was true.  They were giving me the hardest dares just to get that extra
kick out of it.

I prayed that I had my good drawers on as I took a candle and went to find
my hidden stash of whip cream.  I came back and by the time I had come
back, they had cleared the table of the candles and had all crowded around
the table as though I was going to do some real strip dance.

"Well, somebody beat-box or something," I said and laughed. It felt weird
dancing to no beat.

     Shane, after taking his time to laugh at how gay this all was, started
to beat-box.  It was the same exact beat that he had been doing for all his
talent shows.  The beat was slow and kind of stupid, but it was the only
one he knew how to do.  He made little grunts from his throat, followed by
knocking on the table, following by him making a short 'ping' noise.

     I started to take off my shirt, with a button at a time.  I couldn't
stop smiling and it wasn't because I was happy, but because this was so
fucking stupid.  I should have just said, "Fuck you all, I'm going to
sleep."  Too bad, I didn't.  I just took off my shirt completely, hoping
that my abs portrayed nicely in this dim lighting.

     "Ha, look, his nipples are hard," Byron pointed out.

     I threw my shirt at Byron.  It wasn't a tease. I launched it at him.
It was his horny ass that had me dancing like this now.  It only caused him
to laugh even more though, which caused T-Boy to laugh, which caused Shane
to laugh, which caused Sampson to laugh.  They were enjoying themselves.

     I started to take off my pants afterwards and it wasn't long
afterwards before they started shouting out some humiliating things.  Most
of the sex talk was coming from Byron, but T-Boy offered his own little
dosage.

     "Get on the table!"

     "Take off the boxers!"

     "Use the whip cream!"

     I rolled my eyes, trying to tell one to shut up but they were all
yelling so many different things at once.  It made it impossible to tell
one to shut up, because the next would just start.  Shane had completely
abandoned the beat-boxing for rolling in laughter.  He was on the floor
rolling at my attempt at a strip tease.

     Fuck it! I was already embarrassed

     I just went all out.  I climbed up on the table and lay on my back.  I
shook the whip cream and drew traces of it from my chin, to my chest, to my
abs and then at last to my belly button.

     I jumped off the table, jumping into Byron.  He wanted to see me strip
so bad, so I gave him a big hug, letting all the whip cream smudge his
clothes.

     "What the what " Byron tried to sound insulted, but he was laughing
too hard.

     I went back on the table and slid on my stomach slowly across it.  I
started to do a little grinding dance as if I was thrusting into an
invisible person beneath me.  I could tell by T-Boy's constant stare that
he liked me doing that with the grinding hip motion.  He had stopped
laughing and instead just looked at me with raised eyebrows.

     I jumped off the table and walked over to him.  I turned around and
sat on his lap.  I started to push my ass up into him.  I had boxers on and
he had his usual sweatpants on but he was hard.  Even through the fabric, I
could still feel his dick pressed up against the tip of my ass.  If he was
hard, then I had proof that he was enjoying it.

     "Someone's excited," I said and looked at the sweatpants, as I back
away.

     Even in the candlelight, everyone noticed T-Boy's tent forming in his
sweatpants.  It was sweet because he was just as embarrassed as I was
before.  They were making a lot of noise now.  T-Boy leaned forward
immediately, casting a shadow over it so it wouldn't be seen.

     I looked at Sampson laughing and said, "What you laughing at? You want
me to come over there."

     "I'm not your boyfriend.  It will take more then grinding on me to
make me hard."

     T-Boy shot Sampson a mean stare, but he couldn't really say anything.
He couldn't deny that he had gotten hard, especially when he was still
hard.  He just looked and crossed his arms over his tent, just in case the
shadow wasn't enough.

     "Oh really?"

     "Yeah, I'm a Mack. I'm an old player from the block. I know all the
tricks.  To move me will take a lot probably more then you got."

     I laughed at Sampson who jokingly challenged me. He was trying to
sound sexy, cool and confident.  Sampson's sudden burst of cockiness was
intriguing and definitely entertaining.  I had to admit that this was
actually getting fun.  I put a smile on noticing that I was slightly having
a pretty good time.

     "You're going to let him talk to you like that?" Shane instigated and
laughed.

     I smiled and sat on the table facing him.  He was definitely
challenging me and I liked challenges.

     I leaned my neck back and let out a loud moan.  I tried to make it
sound sexual, but it kind of sounded like I was in pain.  Sampson laughed,
but I quickly made up for my mistake.  I started to squeeze the cool whip
out of the tube and onto my stomach.  It quickly dripped down to the
opening of my boxers.

     I had a plan.  I looked Sampson in the eye and opened my mouth so
slightly that it would remain sexual.  I pulled at the lining of my boxers,
smiling at his surprised face.  I started to squeeze the cool whip into my
boxers.

     "Ok, ok your dare's over," T-Boy seriously said, probably noticing
that I was putting all my sexiness into it.

     "I'm not done," I retorted.

     The only person that was still laughing was Shane and that was because
he was straight.  Byron watched me pour the cool whip into my pants and he
started drooling.  Seriously he had a little glossiness at the end of his
mouth that looked like it was wet from drooling.

T-Boy's tent still hadn't gone down and he looked like any minute he would
break out into anxious masturbation.  He probably wanted me to stop because
he wanted to save me for himself or he probably wanted to stop because he
was getting too excited.  Either way he wanted me to stop and I wasn't
going to.

Then there was Sampson.  He was still trying to challenge me in his eyes.
His pants clearly showed no erection, but his facial expression looked like
he was slowly folding.

"Damn boy," Byron complimented me without having to say much.

I had made sure that the cool whip was dripped around my penis.  That was
when I pulled down my boxers slowly, letting out the penis.

It was covered in cool whip and you really couldn't see it, but there was
still the figure.  It was still swinging there and though it was dipped in
the whipped cream, it looked right.

I squeezed some whip cream on the table and began to slide my dick through
it.  I tried to cover my ass in the whipped cream too.  It was more of a
tease to see me covered in whipped cream then just see me naked.

"Ok, ok you win!"  Sampson suddenly said, fixing himself as though not
wanting to expose his quickly growing erection.

"Really," T-Boy agreed and added in a serious tone, "Put something on
before these losers try to rape you."

Shane started to clap for me, while continuing to laugh, but Sampson, Byron
and T-Boy just looked uncomfortable.  I knew they were all horny as hell
and that was the funny part. I had gotten my revenge, even though I looked
like I was the main serving in a dairy product commercial.

I put on my boxers and tried to wipe off all the whip cream.  I didn't get
all of it off, but I called it well enough.  I lay back in the chair and
noticed everyone was avoiding eye contact with me but Shane.  Stripping
wasn't all that bad maybe I could use it to get through college or
something.  It definitely wasn't as tense and uncomfortable as I thought it
would be.  It was kind of fun.  By the way all of them were horny, I could
tell I was good with it.  It wouldn't be such a bad idea.

     "Gay guys are trips," Shane laughed suddenly. He was enjoying this the
most.

     "Excuse me," Sampson replied, "You can't just label everyone gay if
they are attracted to other males.  Some guys are bisexual.  Some are
curious "

     "Right " Shane said excusing the thought, "So we done here? I'm kind
of sleepy."

     Everyone was kind of sleepy.  The time passed quickly.  In a few hours
it would be daylight and we still hadn't gotten any sleep.  It definitely
was a funny Halloween.

     "No we aren't," I broke up, "I got one more truth or dare.  Its for
Sampson."

     No one looked like they wanted to play anymore, but I guess they all
thought I deserved one more after having to strip with messy whip cream.  I
had gotten butt-naked (well almost if you didn't count covered in whip
cream).

     "Um I'm not going to strip, too. So I pick truth," Sampson punked out.

      I wished he had picked dare because I definitely would of told him to
use the rest of the whip cream in stripping (even though I used almost all
the whip cream).  I knew Sampson had that python-like monster of a cock.
It was scary big, but I didn't mind seeing it again.

Too bad he picked truth. I looked around.  T-Boy was STILL covering his
tent, which was funny because I put my clothes back on like 5 minutes
ago. He covered his hard-on and gave Sampson a mean look.  I had just one
question to ask.  Nothing else was coming to my mind.

     "What happened between you and T-Boy that time you had sex?"

     "What?"

     "You heard me."

     "No shh listen."

     I stopped for a moment, pissed off that he was avoiding the question!
I just wanted to know what had happened.  I wanted to know the truth
finally.  I stopped talking.  What the hell were we listening for?

BANG!

There was a loud knocking.  It was real loud.  The sound resembled somebody
kicking at the door or something.  We sat there in the darkness and
everyone just stared at one another in complete and utter confusion.  Who
the hell could have been knocking on the door?

"Who knocks on the door in the middle of the night?" I asked, a little
pissed.

The knocking continued.  BANG! BANG! BANG!

I got up, since no one else seemed to be even willing to get up and see who
was at the door.  I took a candle with me, knowing that the hallway would
probably be dark as hell.  Shane quickly pulled at my shirt.

"Don't open it! Haven't you seen the Scream movies?  Haven't you seen the
Amityville Horror?"  Shane panicked, "Haven't you seen the Jason?  Don't
open doors in dark houses, especially when there is knocking.  This is
Halloween in addition! Whoever opens the door, dies!"

The knocking was harder. BANG!!!!

Everyone gave Shane sideway stares.  He had seen way too many horror movies
for his own good.  He was getting creepy with them. I would definitely have
to introduce Shane to some comedies or action flicks.  He was way too stuck
on those same horror films.  They just made people paranoid for no good
reason.

"Shane shut up," I said and heard T-Boy give an agreeing "uh-huh".

"Its true!"  Shane muttered, grabbing at his knees and bringing them to his
chest, "We are teens.  None of us are virgins.  We just came from doing
something real x-rated.  We broke three rules of 'How to survive in a
Horror film'.  We're doomed."

We all looked at him.  What was scary about it was that he wasn't joking.
This kid definitely needed some pussy to relieve all that tension.

"Ok," Byron interrupted Shane's paranoia, "Shane might be crazy, but he had
a point.  No one shows up in the middle of the night and bangs that hard on
your door."

"Relax," Sampson said, "Its probably just the wind on the screen door."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Damn," Byron said and sighed, "That would explain a lot."

That would explain why it was banging so hard and so constantly.  The
banging was still there.  It was definitely was louder and definitely more
rude.  I could imagine that if a storm was outside that was strong enough
to cut off the electricity, then it would be strong enough to make the
screen door bang.

"Um Syn," T-Boy broke in, "We don't have a screen door."

"Oh? We don't?"

     Yeah, I forgot about that part.  I guess I had to walk up to see who
the hell it was.  I offered to be the one to open it even though Shane was
yelling that someone should go with me since Jason only killed one person
at a time.

I went to the door, opening it to feel a strong gust enter the house.  It
was raining hard out there.  The rain was like a tornado or something.  It
made me wonder what was going on really.

"Hey," the girl at the door said.

At first, it took me a while to recognize who they were.  The rain was very
heavy and the person looked drenched in the rain.  They couldn't even open
their eyelids.  The rain was that heavy.

"Yolanda?"

It was that bitch.  She was in front of my house with this wet Sunday dress
on that was completely soaked.  She was holding herself, which suggested
she was freezing.  Her breathing was very, very heavy.  She didn't hide the
constant heaving and hauling that she was doing. Her nose was red and so
were her eyes.  It was actually funny in a weird way.

I put my hand on the knob and was ready to slam the door in her face.

"Syn, please don't slam the door," Yolanda pleaded, predicting my actions,
"Its raining out here."

"I didn't notice that," I said sarcastically.

I tried to slam the door, but she jammed her boot between it.  She was
standing there like a wet dog.  It was seriously pathetic.  Her hair and
her clothes were completely soaked.  What the hell was she doing out at a
time like this?  Why was she even at my fucking house in the first place?

"Syn, its Mercedes," she said, starting to cry solemnly, "She is after me.
I was out trick-or-treating when well, she went to my house and beat up my
father trying to find me.  He called me and let me know that he's looking
for me."

"Um I don't care."

"She knows where I live," Yolanda whined, "She has been asking about me all
day long to all my friends.  This is the last place she would look.  I have
to hide out here till the cops find her."

"Cops?"

"My father called them when Mercedes and her brothers beat him up.  They
are looking for her."

Yolanda was crying.  She looked like a complete ass standing in front of me
like she was.  She looked like a fucking pathetic little girl.  Her eyes
were swollen and red.  She was shivering and looked frightened for her
life.  She was in pain and as for me I was in satisfaction.

"Good.  You know she looked for me as well?" I asked and laughed, "I told
her about you.  I told her you set the whole thing up."

"Syn, I apologize for everything," Yolanda said.

Yolanda looked like she was tearing up even more.  She looked so defeated.
She tried at grabbing my hand and her voice was rising with this whole blur
of apologies that I barely cared about.

"Syn, who is it!" Byron asked.

"No one!"  I called back.

I pulled my hand out of her reach.  Her lower lip was quivering like how
little babies did when you took their candy away from them.  How low can
someone get?

"You are no one," I assured her in a lower voice, "It Mercedes finds you
then you deserve it.  Why should I show you pity when you backstabbed me?"

"Syn "

"Uh-be quiet," I hushed her, "When Grimace, Satan and Rex chase you through
a park with crowbars then you can come apologize to me.  Until then, I
don't want to hear it."

I shut the door in her face and locked it.  I couldn't stand even looking
at her.  I didn't see my cousin in Yolanda's eyes.  I saw a bitch that had
fucked up with the wrong person.  She had gone way too far.  What she did
wasn't going to be undone.  If Trash was after me, then it was only fair
that Trash should be after Yolanda as well.

I walked back into the room and waved at Byron, who was looking at me
suspiciously.  He 'had' to be the one to look at me suspiciously.  Shane
had gone to sleep on the couch and T-Boy had gone to his room.  Sampson had
gone somewhere, most likely to the bathroom.

"Who was that?" Byron asked again.

"I said no one, didn't I?"

"I heard talking."

I smiled at him, "You heard wrong.  Now can I please get some sleep without
you asking questions?"

He looked at me, suspiciously again.  I went up to my room completely
content.  I would have slept downstairs with Shane, but since he had gone
to sleep without waiting for me I decided to sleep in my room.  My room was
more comfortable anyway.

I just kept thinking about Yolanda.  She had gotten what she deserved and
she had the gall to come back afterwards.  No, she didn't have the gall,
but she had the fucking audacity to come to me! What a fucking loser

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     Morning had come and I woke up in an extremely good mood.  T-Boy had
woken me up.  He was sitting on me and had on this bright white smile.  He
leaned down and kissed me on my neck.  He kept kissing me until his kissing
started to become licking.  The licking started to become sucking.

     "Morning baby," he whispered, while moving his tongue up.

     He moved his tongue up to my ear.  He started to lash his tongue
around my ear and in it.  I laughed heavily because it started to tickle so
much.  Damn all the fighting we'd been doing had made me miss out on it.

     "You are freaky today."

     He laughed, "Well now that you know my injury is better.  I figure I
can break your back. Come on, we don't have school today.  I just want to
fuck!"

     I sighed.  I wanted to even though it was early. The time wasn't the
issue.  It was that I had that morning nastiness while he was fresh.  He
smelled like he had taken a good long shower and his breath tasted sweet.
My mouth was dry like a desert.  I would have fallen to his seduction if it
didn't embarrassed that I needed to take a shower.  T-Boy didn't seem to
care though.

     "I got to take a shower."

     He laughed.  I guess he knew I was going to say that for some reason.
He rolled off of me and lay flat on his back just like I was beside me.

     T-Boy smiled, "You going to leave me hanging like that, baby?"

     "Baby?  Oh, so you think we made up?"

     I didn't think we made up.  As far as I was concerned we were still
fighting.  He probably didn't even care about Sampson anymore now that I
wasn't having sex with him.  I wasn't sure what his motivation for trying
to make up was exactly.  I just knew that I had to manipulate it to get
what I wanted.

     "Syn, I love you, I really do," he said and looked over at me, "I love
everything about you.  I love your smile and I love your eyes."

     I laughed.  He was definitely getting points for the compliments.

     "What else?"

     He laughed, "I love your attitude.  I love your style."

     "Is that it?"

     "I love your lips too "

     He put his hand on my face and started to lean into me for the kiss.
His eyes were trying for that romantic connection.  His baby oil smell was
taking over the air around me.  His strong masculinity was hidden
underneath this extreme sensation of impulsive tenderness and sexual
compassion

     "Oh no," I said, stopping him, just when our lips were about to touch.

     "What?"

     "Nothing, I just want to brush my teeth if we are going to kiss."

     T-Boy stared to lean over again, "I don't care if you brush your
teeth, Syn "

     "Well I do."

     T-Boy looked irritated, "Well, you could at least tell me you love me
back."

     "You made me wait I guess you should too."

     I gave him a 'whatever' smile and left him in his own sexual
frustration.  I didn't mean it. I just had to let him know that he had to
take our relationship more serious then he had initially taken it. I loved
him.  I just didn't want to fucking get him in the idea that he could treat
me like shit and get away with it.

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     I walked down the stairs followed by a horny T-Boy.  He wasn't saying
shit to me, but he was giving off this whole aroma of 'let me fuck you'.
As I got down stairs, I didn't smell anything cooking.  I knew T-Boy's lazy
ass damn sure didn't cook.  I was wondering why Byron didn't cook.  He
usually liked to do the girly work and shit like that because he didn't
have a job and didn't have anything better to do.

     Shane and Sampson were talking when T-Boy and I got downstairs.  They
got quiet as soon as we came near.  I knew they were still trying to hide
shit from me.  I didn't know I hadn't been invited to the secret friend
club.  I thought Shane and I was supposed to be best friends, but I'd been
replaced.

     Truthfully I didn't give a fuck. Sampson was 10X a better 'best'
friend then I was.  That was honesty.

     "Something smells like shit," T-Boy suddenly said.

     He was right.  The whole place reeked of something that smelled like a
wet dog.  I looked at Sampson and Shane.  They both didn't know what I was
talking about.  They just started talking in low whispers so I wouldn't
hear them.  I knew they were talking about something I wanted to hear, but
I guess I'd have to find out on my own.

     "Syn "

     I turned towards the dining room area to see Yolanda.  The bitch was
wrapped in MY Walmart quilt and she had on MY slippers.  I could smell the
aroma of her.  Her hair was still wet looking.  She was drinking out of a
coffee mug that Byron bought me even though I never drank coffee.

     Byron walked after her.  Great, I knew he would let her in.

     "Great open the door, in walks the whore," I rhymed, bluntly, meaning
to put every last inch of aggression in my tone.

     "Syn, she says she is your cousin," Byron told me, "She was out on the
porch all night, sleeping under newspapers in the rain.  I had to let her
in."

     "No wonder it smelled like shit," T-Boy muttered to me.

     "She's not staying here. Byron, you are way too nice."

     That was when Sampson had to come in.  Great, if Byron wasn't enough,
now Sampson was here to speak to me on things.  I knew shit would either
get really heated or really boring.  I watched him walk in the room to see
his ex standing there looking miserable.  She looked like she was a bum.  I
guess; I could qualify her as a bum.  I mean, who sleeps under newspapers
during a storm?

     "Syn," Sampson said, walking up to me and putting his hand on me, "I
know she was a backstabber.  She caused a lot of harm, but she's suffered
enough.  Just please let her stay with you for awhile.  She's in danger."

     I looked over at Shane.

     "I would let her stay with me, but we got no space.  She needs help,
Syn.  Someone has to give it to her.  You seem like the only one she can
turn to.  She told us that she doesn't trust cops.  She is your family,
after all."

     I looked over at T-Boy.  He shrugged at me.  His face looked defeated
as though it was my choice alone to make.  Well, it was my fucking choice.

     I looked at Yolanda, "Besides what you think. I don't hate you.  I
pity you. Some people say all that matters is money, power and respect.
People usually leave out family part.  I never been a family person "

     She bowed down on her knees and started crying as though I had already
said no.

     " You can stay here," I finally said, "but if you even look at me the
wrong way, I'll have my girl Medusa take brooms to your pussy.  You know
Medusa is bi too, so stuff like that turns her on."

     "Thank you "

     Did she hear me threatening her?  I guess it didn't matter.  I saw
happiness and appreciation in Yolanda.  She was in tears when she started
to kiss my feet.  Shit, Trash had definitely put some fear in this girl for
her to be acting like that.  It made me think about exactly what I was
doing.

     Taking in Yolanda could only be bad for me.  If Trash ever found out
that Yolanda was here, Trash would be wanting a round 2 with me.  I wish I
had the strength to have turned Yolanda around and sent her out.  I just
wasn't as strong as I thought I was

     First Byron and now Yolanda.  My house had become a sanctuary for the
lost and distressed.  Who would have ever thought Syn was going to be so
accommodating?

Maybe I was a saint, but just didn't know it.

Nah. Scratch that idea.