. Fucking shut up, and put it away!. . . . . . . . . . .Are you mad at me, Baby?DAMN RIGHT I AM! How could you do that to me?Do what?Embarrass me like...that!What's to be embarrassed about? Who here knows you?That's not the point!!Well, what is?It's the fact that you didn't give the first thought to how I might feel about you doing something like that with me standing right there next to you! And with MY hand, no less!Of course not, I had a hardon. Nobody thinks when they have a hardon!There. And alive. Enough of this waiting though. I made my way over, walking by my sleek black Chevy Impala, stopping just by the hood, a few metres from him… ————- Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. ————- I heard the click of heels a lot later than I should of, I sighed, knowing that I’d been neglectful in the past few weeks. Gods knows I’d missed her. When I turned around I went from 6 to midnight in 0.5 seconds, which was something considering I hadn’t been able to do that since I was 18. I. Maybe my body had decided to pee out of my eyes. I wiped my face again and sucked in my cheeks to keep myself under control. “Let’s go.”The people in the hallways who looked at me with pity pissed me off. None of them knew me. In their eyes I was defined by my loss, not by who I really was or even who Sam had been. The anger kept me from crying, so I used it.I held it together until I saw Simon waiting near my homeroom. He saw me the same time I saw him, but I also saw him shoot a wary glance. That was forgotten however, replaced with stronger feelings of anticipation than before as he made his way back to the computer. She was waiting for him, causing a familiar smile to cover his normally surly face. – Charlotte, called Charlie by those close to her, drove down the quiet streets of her small town in the dark. Starbucks coffee in one hand, steering wheel in the other, she felt as though her entire evening had been less than adequate. She had recently started working the night shift.