Happy B-Day Me (Pt.1 & 2)

It was a normal Saturday at my house. Well, not THAT normal. It was my birthday, and I invited EVERYONE. I was becoming thirteen, and I wanted to really celebrate.

So that night at the party, everyone came, (as expected), including my girlfriend, Samantha.

Now the only reason I am dating her is because of what happened that faithful day on the bus at the last day of school. I was in a really bad mood. By the time my friend Spencer got off the bus, I just wanted to get home. Right at that moment, Samantha moved and sat down right next to me. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I wanted to sit next to you.” She replied.
“Why” I asked again.
“Because I want to go out with you.” She said
By that time, I was pretty amazed that a girl so beautiful would want to go out with me, of all people.
“Uhhh…” was all I could get out to her, until the word finally escaped my mouth.
“Yes” I said.
“Great” she said, and kissed me passionately on the lips.
“Whoa”, I said “A little too quick there, Ms. Girlfriend”
It was her stop so she just smiled and walked off.

That must have been the best day of my life.

So back to the party. Turns out, Hunter went kind of crazy and broke the vase that my mom’s mom’s mom (great grandma for short) had with a baseball bat, so he got kicked out. Trust me, by this point, everyone was relieved. Hunter’s such a loser.

At about 10:00 PM everyone had cleared out, besides my girlfriend, and we were all wondering when her mom would come and pick her up, but it turns out her mom would be a little bit late due to a fire in North Charleston (she is a firewoman) and she wouldn’t be here until about one o’clock in the morning.

Plus, my mom and 6 year old sister had to go to an emergency council meeting for the girl scouts, so I and Sam were left alone at my house with nothing to do but sit and watch TV.

After a while of retarded shows, family guy came on, and we were laughing and having a good time. Then, Sam asked “Do you still like me?”
“Yeah, I do, why?” I replied.
“Then, how come you never talk to me in class?” she asked.
“Well I mean, I’ve got friends too, ya know” I said, “I mean, there’s”
“Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.”
I answered with a deep smooch on the lips. Samantha responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth, and soon, we were French kissing as if we were in Paris itself.
Sam broke the kiss to say, “Fuck me”.
I was surprised at where she was going with this, but I just played along.