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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 22:30:31 GMT -5
I hate shopping. It's true. I absolutely, positively loathe shopping. I know, it's a strange thing for a girl to hate but I always have and always will hate shopping. The very word makes me feel nauseous. More specifically I despise clothes shopping. I can grocery shop. You need to find that one can of fruit cocktail for the holiday party you're throwing? I'm your girl. Need nails from the hardware store? I'm all over it. But ask me to find a cute shirt for a hot date and you may as well tie a brick to my ankles and throw me in a lake because that's how shopping makes me feel.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 22:49:42 GMT -5
This why Monday afternoon I was standing outside the dressing rooms of Blair's, a vintage store in my hometown of Waldorf, Maryland feeling like I was about to throw up the turkey sandwich I'd had for lunch. I personally can't stand vintage. I believe it's just a nice way of saying used. Why not just go to Goodwill if you insist on wearing other peoples old clothes. It's a hell of a lot cheaper. I didn't come here by choice. No I was dragged here by my older sister, Christina. She was currently in the changing room trying on about a million different pairs of jeans and every top in pink the place owned. She had come bursting into my room after school, while I was changing no less demanding that I go shopping with her. My mom seriously needed to get me a lock for my door. I had absolutely no privacy.Which usually wasn't that big of a deal considering our all girl household. My parents had divorced ages ago after my mom had caught my dad and the gardener, the male gardener I might add in bed and my dad lived just over the border in Virginia with Jake and they were as happy as kids at Christmas together. But it became a problem when my boyfriend, Chris came over if you know what I mean. I had only agreed because Christina had promised to stop by Border's so I could sastify my caffeine and book fix. I glance at my watch and see that it's almost six o clock. I was going over to Chris' house at seven. "Christina?" I called knocking on the door to her dressing room. "Are you done yet?" "Yeah, just a minute." I waited somewhat impatiently for her to come out. When she did I could barely see her over the pile of clothes in her arms. She shoved them all on a rack marked "Unwanted Items" and sighed. "This place sucks," she says pulling a stick of gum from her purse. A shirt falls of the rack and she bends to pick it up revealing from the amount of her buttcrack showing over the edge of her jeans that she is once again not wearing underwear. Ew. Why would someone even want to do that? Isn't it uncomfortable? And I didn't even want to think about the jeans she'd just tried on. With no underwear. God bless the poor souls who tried them on next.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 23:00:08 GMT -5
"You didn't find anything?" I ask wrinkling my nose. How hard could it be for her to find clothes. She's tiny. A size 6 at least. "Well obviously not. I wish I had your chest," she says glancing down at her breasts. "Um no you don't,". I look down at my own chest and roll my eyes. Sometimes it feels like my boobs run my life. I'm a size 38 DD and I'm only sixteen. It's a pain in the ass. Everyone's always saying they want bigger boobs but I'd give anything to just have smaller ones. I can never find clothes that fit me right. If they fit my boobs it was too big everywhere else and if it fit everywhere else the shirt or dress or sweater or whatever I was trying on made me look not unlike a certain singer by the name of Dolly Pardon. If I wanted to exercise (which isn't something I do often) I have to wear two bras just to try and keep them under control and this usually gets me some strange looks everyday in 5th period P.E. where I have to change clothes in front of the others girls in my class. They are the thorn in my side. Literally. Well almost.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 23:06:01 GMT -5
We drove to Border's, a bookstore slash cafe and I heasd straight to the counter and order a venti white chocalate mocha to sooth my frazzled nerves and then head to the romance section where I browse for a book. I pick a book a friend of my mom's had reccomeded to me and go to find Christina. Surprise, surprise I find her chatting up the cute guy at the register. The guy's eyes immeadiately are drawn to my chest. I try to ignore it as I hand him my book. Christina wanders over to a display about yoga and I grab the bag the guy hands me trying to decide if the smirk he gave me had to do with my sister or my boobs.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 23:11:02 GMT -5
It really is annoying. I get it all the time. "Oh, Anna Crain? You mean that chick with the geat rack?" I suppose it might be flattering to some people but do you really want to be known for the size of you chest? Forget that I'm vice president of the sophmore class or that I'm a straight A student or one of my paintings was entered into a national art contest. No, I was Anna Crain that chick with the big boobs.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 7, 2006 23:14:42 GMT -5
We make it home where I quickly brush my hair and apply just enough makeup to complement my features and then I'm off to Chris' house. He lives just down the street from me so I can walk there easily. It's a beautiful spring day, a little chilly but still warm enough for short sleeves. I reach his house and have'nt even put up my hand to ring the doorbell when Chris opens the door smiling.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 8, 2006 9:37:27 GMT -5
I feel like I'm melting. Just seeing him makes my terrible day feel that much better. I grin back at him. "Hi," I say. "Hey," he says back leaning against the doorframe. "Come on in." I squeeze through him into to the house where I notice it is extemely quiet which if you know Chris' family is extremely unsual. He has two younger brothers. Twins no less and a baby sister who just turned one. Needless to say their household gets a little crazy from time to time. Well okay, all the time. "Where is everybody?" I ask turning to him. He smile a sneaky little smile and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling close to him and planting a kiss on me. "Everybody," he says as his lips travel down and his hands travel up. "Is at Cody's tee-ball game." I stare in disbelief at him. A chance when we could be alone? It was a miracle. It seemed like everytime we were together someone came busting in us whether it's his siblings or parents or mine. It tends to kind of kill the mood. "Everybody," he says again. His lips move down my neck where me skin feels like it's on fire. His hand snakes up th e thin cotton of my tee-shirt and suddenly we're on the move. To his room I mean.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 8, 2006 9:44:13 GMT -5
We stumble into his room where I fall across his bed. Chris joins me and starts to kiss me. Hard. Believe me I'm kissing him back just as hard.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 8, 2006 9:52:44 GMT -5
I'd known Chris all my life but we'd just started dating freshman year. It had been so out of the blue even now as I look back it still amazes me. It had been at school when he and I had gotten enlisted to post flyers around the school advertising the French club fundraiser. Something about a fashion show. There we were standing at the base of the stairway. I turned to face Chris and ask for more tape to find he's looking right at me. "Anna," he said in a voice I'd never heard him use," Would you ever.. .um want to go out me or something?" Okay I know. Not the most romantic way to ask a girl out but come on he's a guy. "Sure," I hear myself answering in a slightly dazed voice. "I'd love to." And just like that we'd become a couple. Hey, it's high school not a high budget romance movie what do you expect.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 8, 2006 11:51:00 GMT -5
His hand moves up underneath my shirt, cupping my breast through my bra, which is really thick considering the kind of support I need. Chris notices this too and starts to unhook it. Well tried. His hands go around my back to unfasten it but I'm wearing a front closing one. I smile as he realizes his mistake as moves his hands around to the front.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 8, 2006 11:59:32 GMT -5
He succeds in unhooking my bra and his kisses are getting deeper and more passionate. I'm right with him. Finally we'd be able to- and then his door comes banging open causing us both to sit up hurriedly. It was one of his little brothers, Josh. "Oh, sorry," he says when we sees us. Chris groans. "Josh! I thought you were at the game!" "I was tired so mom let me stay home. Do you have my Matrix game?" "No, I don't." "Oh okay then. Hi Anna!" he adds before walking out. My cheeks are flaming from embarassment. Everytime. Chris falls back on his pillow and buries his head in it. I rehook my bra and lay down besides him. He rolls over to face me. "Sorry I thought they were all gone," he says with a sheepish grin. I laugh. I was so used to it, it didn't really faze me all that much anymore. "It's okay," I say, patting his shoulder. He pulls me closer to him and we stay like that for a while, just cuddling and listening to the whurl of his ceiling fan. It was these times I loved. Just being with him.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 9, 2006 17:53:53 GMT -5
Later that night after a hectic dinner with his family (thank goodness Josh didn't mention anything about walking in on us!) Chris walks me home just as the sky starts to turn dark and a few stars show their sparkling faces. Hoards of crickets serenade us as we walk slowly, hand in hand. We reach my door and I turn to Chris. "I'll see you tommorow," I say. "Of course," Chris says smiling. He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me towards him, kissing me long and hard. I kiss him back and then we say our goodnights as I turn to my house and he to the sidewalk to walk home. I float up the stairs to my room and change into a tee- shirt and some shorts and curl up with an old quilt and fall asleep thinking about Chris.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 9, 2006 18:09:29 GMT -5
The next morning while trying to find something to wear my other sister Melissa comes barging in. Honestly. Does knocking not exist anymore or something? "I have a problem," she says sitting down on my bed. "What?" I ask as I hold up a light blue tee-shirt to myself. "Jeff wants us to go all the way." I drop the shirt. Melissa is a year younger than me and has been dating Jeff for about 3 months. Chris and I hasn't even taken that step but not for lack of trying. "Well, "I say logically. "What do you want?" My family and friends were always coming to me for advice. I should seriously start charging. "I don't know," she moans, falling back on my bed. "I mean, I like him..maybe even love him but we're still so young and I really don't want to have to ask mom for birth control." "Well you could just use a condom." I suggest. "Yeah, but condoms have a 12% failure rate. Everyone knows that!" she says. "Then don't do it," I say. "If Jeff really loves you he won't care if you don't want to do it,". "But I do want to do it!" she exclaims. I roll my eyes. "Maybe you should talk to mom about this," I say picking up another shirt. Her eyes grow wide in horror. "No! I couldn't!" "Okay then. Here's my advice. Talk to Jeff and cover all the bases. If you really want this to happen you have to be proactive. Talk to mom and get her to get you the pill but use condoms too, just to be safe. That is if you do it and find out if Jeff has been with anyone else and get him tested.You never know ." "Are you serious? You think Jeff could have been with someone else?" "It's possible," I says throwing down the top and finally just slipping a plain black one over my head. "This is more complicated than I thought," Melissa says looking perplexed. "Sex always is," I reply. "My honest opinion? I would just wait. Why deal with it now? You and Jeff could break up next week and you're just a freshman anyway." "I guess you're right," she says sighing. She walks out muttering something along the lines, "What am I going to tell Jeff?" First crisis of the day averted.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 9, 2006 22:08:29 GMT -5
I grab my bag and head downstairs where I look immeadiatley to the key rack and find that my car keys are missing. Now I'm mad. Seriously mad is the understatement of the year. I'm pissed. Someone took my car. Okay borrowed but same difference. It's my car paid for with my own money that I slaved for, for years! Babysitting, birthday, christmas money. But I guess that doesn't mean anything to Christina who is the only one who could have taken it. Mom has her own car and duh! Melissa doesn't drive and she's probably going to empty the gas tank. I hate sisters.
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Post by Thursday on Jun 9, 2006 22:20:49 GMT -5
I call one of my friends. Emily to be exact. She has a car and a sister so she understands. 10 minutes later she pulls up, sunglasses on and ready to go. "Hey girl! God! What's wrong with you? You look like you ate a sock!" she says as I climb in the car. "Well, my sister stole my car, Melissa wants to have sex, and Chris and I still can't get 5 minutes alone." "That sucks." "Yeah it does." "Wait? Melissa wants to have sex!!!! She's 15!" "I know." "If your sister loses her virginity before me I think I'll lose my mind." I laugh. "Don't worry. I think I talked her out of it." "That's a relieve! So about you and Chris..." "What about me and Chris?" "Are you sure you want to...you know...with him." "God yes! We just can't find the right time." She looks serious for a moment. "Are sure you haven't found the right time..because he's not the right guy?" I stare at her in disbelief. "Of course he's the right guy! We've been dating for almost two year! I love him!" "But does he love you?" "How can you even suggest that? Oh course he loves me!" "I know but-" "But nothing Emily. God." I pull open the door. I just can't handle this so early in the morning. I'd get my mom to drive me. "Anna! Wait!" She calls as I walk back inside. But I ignore her.
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