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Everything's Fine
By Erin Driscoll


June 23, 2010, 12:37 a.m.
Ally

"This is the one with the messed up collar. I fucking hate wearing this to PT." Nick was standing at the foot of the bed. He held the grey shirt up to confirm that it was the shirt he was talking about then tossed it on the floor.
Nick was separating his clothes from his brothers in the dresser in the basement. I was laying in bed, half-watching crappy late night T.V. while I watched Nick pick through his wardrobe. My parents believed I was staying the night at Bailey’s which, originally, I had planned on. But falling asleep with Nick sounded so much better than falling asleep on Bailey’s living room floor.
I flipped the bedspread off of me and climbed out of bed. Bending down to pick up the discarded tee, I headed toward the bathroom, tossed the shirt on the countertop, and shut the door behind me.
“What are you up to?” Nick hollered after me. I ignored him.

Looking in the mirror, I assessed myself. My hair was at its blondest from the summer sun, and it was beach-waved from letting it air dry after swimming earlier. The tip of my nose was the same rosy pink as my cheeks, the result of a lack of sunscreen application at the pool. I was wearing hand-me-down "slut shorts" and a simple grey tank top. I slid my tank over my head and dropped it on the bathroom tile. I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to my ankles, kicking them off to the side. My eyes scanned my nearly-naked reflection. I sighed. Today would be the one day I wear mismatching bra and underwear.

Turning my body away from the mirror, I glanced over my shoulder. I sighed again, and faced forward. It's not that I was insecure with my body. At 124 lbs, I was perfectly happy with my figure. My breasts were small enough to fit into a variety of clothing, but large enough to make the boys happy. I had a clear and smooth complexion, and I looked just as pretty without makeup as with it. The problem wasn't my body image. It was the three girls before me who had ventured into this aspect of Nick's life. And since I went into this--fling? relationship? whatever you'd call it-- with Nick emotionally detached at first, I knew everything about each girl. Literally, everything.

Renee was the oldest and most recent, who he met at an army thing the previous summer. Prior to Renee was Kathy. Kathy had been pining for him for the past 4 years, and after a final, brutal break-up with his on-and-off girlfriend, Julie, Nick resorted to a superficial relationship with her. He had slept with her only once, and regretted it.

Julie was Nick’s first serious girlfriend. They dated on-and-off for two and half years. She cheated on him numerous times, and he forgave her blindly, taking her back every single time. Nick and Julie lost their virginities to each other, and the relationship was the longest and most meaningful one Nick had ever been in.
You’d think that Julie would be the one that bothered me most. But it was Renee. The fact that she was the most recent, and that she was four years older than me, is what got to me.
I sighed again and reached for the PT shirt resting on the counter.



12:37 a.m.
Nick

I tossed my fucked-up PT shirt into a heap on the floor. Ally lifted the covers up with her slender, sun-kissed arms. She swung her legs to the side of the bed and hopped down. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she bent over to pick up my shirt. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed how short her shorts were. Unlike other girls, Ally looked sexy rather than slutty in them. Her legs looked slightly longer, and it took a lot for me to keep my hands off her ass.

Ally headed toward the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

“What are you up to?” I waited for a reply. No answer. I chuckled and shook my head.

I kept picking through my laundry. Leave it to Ally to ignore my question. She seemed pretty open half of the time, and the rest of the time she was so secretive. Kept me curious. I never knew what she was going to do next, and I loved it.

Ally was one of the most unpredictable girls I had ever met. Every other girl I had been with was the same--overly flirtatious, desperate for attention, and no respect for themselves. They took cues from every cliche moment in a chick-flick, attempting to create their own perfect romance. After a few weeks, spending time with them would get old. Ally, on the other hand, made things so complicated for me. But it was a good complicated. Being with her felt like she was the first girl I had ever liked. I actually put time into looking good for her. My palms would become dewy with sweat anytime I brushed up against her or thought about kissing her.

I remember when we first started hanging out that she matter-of-factly told me she was saving herself for marriage. I respected her for that, and planned on honoring her commitment. About a week later, we were making out. Almost completely naked. In my bed. She initiated it.

I never understood that. I definitely didn’t mind a naked Ally in my bed. But I didn’t get why she had changed her mind so easily about being intimate with me.

It had been another week since then. I was dying to feel her. And those Goddamn shorts were tempting me.




12:43 a.m.
Ally

I ran my fingers through my hair one last time. Pants, or no pants? No pants. Definitely no pants. I opened the door and shut the light off. Walking back toward the bed, I kept my eyes straight forward, but I could tell I had caught Nick’s attention.

“You look great in that shirt,” he smiled. “Keep it.”

I beamed a smile back and climbed under the covers.

“Can we watch a movie? Or play Mario Party or something?” I asked. I was tired of him being so far away from me. I had made enemies with every chore he had to do at his place. Any little thing that prohibited him from being beside me.

Nick immediately moved his laundry to the floor.

“Of course, baby girl.” He sprang onto the bed, slid behind me, and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me toward him. “What movie sounds good?”

“Up to you.” I pulled his arm tighter around me.




3:23 a.m.
Ally

For the past couple hours, I never had my attention on the television screen.
Nick was above me, lips fastened to my chest, pushing himself against me. It had been like this ever since Law Abiding Citizen started. We switched positions every now and then, but for the most part Nick had totally influenced the movements of my body.
He moved his hand to the nape of my neck and gently, yet forcefully, dug his fingers into my skin. I leaned toward him like a reflex. His fingers were filled with the same intensity as he ran them down my back. He kissed me as he grabbed at my hip, pulling me toward him. My hands instinctively clutched his body. One grasped the back of his neck, the other fixed to his lower left side. I pressed my lips to his ear.
I placed my hand underneath his chin and lifted his face.
Nick’s eyes met mine. I smiled and brushed my nose against his. He closed his eyes and kissed me softly. He opened his eyes again and stared back at me. I slowly reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. Nick sat up a little and lifted his arms above his head so I could slide the shirt off. He slipped his hand under my shirt and swept over my breast. I peeled the PT shirt off and dropped it to the side. Meeting Nick’s gaze again, I moved my eyes to his pants. He removed his belt and proceeded to take his pants off.
I could feel every inch of his skin on mine. My hand traced down his chest over his stomach, and lower. Nick’s lips connected to my shoulder, and his fingers grazed my waistline. He grabbed the top of my underwear and slid them down.


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I'm an 18-year-old student, currently focusing on writing. Writing had always been my sister's "thing", but I've also been enthralled with telling stories. I'm also recently engaged, and plan on marrying the love of my life next summer!