Her lower lip was shuddering as her eyes filled with big tears. Her eyes looked even larger because they were glittering with unshed tears. She covered her face with her soft beautiful hands, not wanting anyone to see how genuinely sad she was.
I’m not made of stone! No human being with a functioning heart would be able to resist. I tried to comfort her. If anyone knows me, I’m awful at doing that.
She didn’t even really seem like she needed someone to cry on. And, fine, I’ll admit it. That annoyed me too. I put all this effort into making a girl feel better and it’s like she doesn’t even want it!
“My job was so… stifling. I had to quit. I just knew everything would be better after I quit. I never actually thought it through, though. I don't know where my life is going, or have any direction to start in.” She seemed to find her humor in bad jokes. “Writing for design is….my fashion.”
I groaned and said her joke was just awful. The way she perked up made me sure there wasn’t really any other way to make her feel better than that. Does everyone who makes bad puns do that? Enjoy tormenting other people with her jokes. "I do freelance work," I suggested. I don't know why I was trying to help her so much, other than the vague feeling that I want to. “I can, I dunno, put in a good word for you with some of my clients.”
I will not admit she is cute when she smiled like that. And she definitely did NOT make me feel really proud when she gushed about how awesome I was. Immediately afterward she demanded I bring ‘Bandit’ over sometimes to entertain her. I compromised by saying she can come play with Albert.
“Deal.” She declared as I walked out the door, before playfully adding. "You should come over, though. I make the best Amelia Sunrise."
I made sure my groan was audible enough for her to hear through the door.
chapter 7
Is it that rude to come over so soon? I mean… probably! But my house is so empty and I’ve got nothing much to do and I just want to come and see Bandit. Maybe he missed me, just as much as I missed him! I mean, it wouldn’t be hard to… at least check, right?
With that in mind, I fixed my makeup until it was 100% flawless – for no particular reason – and went to Leela’s house once again. Bandit practically attacked me and covered me in all her affection and saliva.
I can’t help but giggle and pet the dog. “Who’s a good puppy? You are! Oh yes, you are!” I cooed to the hyperactive pooch.
Leela giggled at the sight and I almost froze. She snorts like a little piglet when she laughs. Dammit! Nobody on this planet should be allowed to be that cute! I was pouting so much that I didn’t even hear her the first time she spoke.
“So what do you think?” She asked me. I don’t know what she said but she was smiling so excitedly to me I felt that I owed her an answer that I clearly do not have at the moment.
“Uhh… can you repeat the question?” I was embarrassed. What is wrong with me? I zoned out while staring at her pink lips. I was busy imagining the feel of her velvety-soft lips on my skin. Why am I staring at them so much? We are FRIENDS. Nothing more. She has a girlfriend… or an ex-girlfriend. Is she even sure what their relationship is? More importantly, why can’t I just let it go?
The feelings of inadequacy she instilled into me were only heightened as she rolled her eyes and repeated it slowly as if I were some kind of child. “I put a few words in with some of my clients,” She explained. “One of them does need an article writer. They’re a fashion magazine, it’s not well known but they are willing to pay well. Here’s their business card, call them and tell them you’re the girl that Leela told them about.”
“Oh. Okay, thank you.” I replied, taking the card. Maybe I can actually get a good job that I enjoy. I smiled gratefully at her.
I didn’t stay for longer than a couple hours, though I wanted to stay so I could keep playing with Bandit. I was afraid I might annoy her even more by overstaying my welcome. My house was lonely without an adorable puppy waiting for me.
I dialed the number for the company and called, telling them I was the freelancer that Leela was talking about. I AM an asset to any company after all. I have even spent the last few years working for US Monthly as an article author. After talking for a while, I was offered a marketing assignment. I was so excited, luckily I am more than cool enough to not let them see me being so unprofessional. I practically squealed when I got off the phone.
Quitting was one of my greatest decisions! I kinda have a dog, sorta have a crush, and definitely, have some kind of job opportunity! Even if it’s lonely in my house, I haven’t been this happy since I moved out of my parents’ house.
chapter 8
I actually have been spending more time with Amelia recently. I do not say this a lot and it’s really hard for anyone to get me to admit it, but I was wrong. She isn’t nearly as annoying as I believed she was the first time around. Her soft smile and interesting personality made my cheeks burn whenever I thought about them. I had a dream about me being held in her arms affectionately as she ran her fingers through my hair.
That being said, I still dream about Claire way too often and I can't stand it. I’ve taken to calling my dog Bandit because ‘Albert’ is Claire’s name for him. I need to get away from my memories of that girl.
I was so busy all day cleaning up all memories of Claire from the house that it wasn’t until late that Bandit left. Not until I was filling his bowl for his afternoon meal and he was nowhere to be found.
I knew he was gone, especially if he didn’t have food. Maybe…maybe Amelia knew where he was? I left the house immediately to go to Amelia’s house.
I knocked the door. Once. Twice. Three times. Seriously, where did that girl go?
“You’re looking for me.” Her voice was matter-of-fact. “I didn’t expect you I was-”
She stopped talking when I jumped. HOW? She just appeared less than a foot behind me. I didn't even hear her walk. Also, she smelled! She was all sweaty and wearing workout gear. It was gross, completely gross. I am definitely not protesting too much on purpose.
“What’s up with you?” She commented as she looked over at me as if I was crazy. When I didn’t respond she just shrugged. “Okay. Well, I got back from the gym just now, so what’s going on?”
"Bandit left. I'm looking for him. I thought he might have gone here again." I replied anxiously.
“I haven’t been here in a few days,” She replied – rather pompously in my opinion – “Maybe he came to visit me?”
We went to check the backyard. I should’ve felt relieved when I saw Bandit sitting there and whining to be let in. But, instead, I felt disappointed.
Bandit is such an awful judge of character! He never went after Claire when we were separated. But he goes after Amelia?
I mean… he’s the awful judge of character, right?
Right?!
She offered me to come into the house to chat. Maybe I looked pouty and pathetic or something. “You never did have that Amelia Sunrise I offered.” She teased.
I nodded and smiled softly at her. "That sounds great." I agreed, following her into the house.
chapter 9
I’ve always prided myself in being cool under pressure. So I just took a few shots of my ‘Amelia Sunrise’ with her, before she started talking.
Leela was… not what I expected. It almost felt like that was on purpose. Every single time I feel like I have unlocked what makes her tick, there is a new layer. I am usually a girl who likes straightforward answers. And yet, this challenge that I can’t easily quantify may be my favorite. For once I get to ask interesting questions!
"Claire was never this relaxed," Leela told me, before holding her hand up to make me keep quiet. "Yes, the blonde in all the photos was Claire."
I didn't know whether to smile or frown. I mean, it's good that Leela purposefully used the past-tense, but on the other hand, the way she's talking. Those are new wounds. I already knew it was new because her images were still up, but it still hurt t
o have those suspicions confirmed. It’s almost as if it wasn’t real until this moment. I didn't know what to say, but my mouth moved without my permission. "Tell me about her." WHY? WHY WOULD I SAY THAT? WHY DID I SAY THAT?
"Oh, gosh," Leela replied. "Where do I start? I met her in community college a while ago and we clicked. She was gorgeous and witty, and beautiful, and funny, and attractive." Leela explained. "Maybe I was too drunk for this? Or just the right amount of drunk? At least I wasn't going on and on about how no star has ever shined as bright as her eyes when she smiles, and how when she sings you feel as though your ear drums are being caressed by a soft, lilting melody."
Okay, ouch. Poetic torment. Why is it always that girls can use such beautiful flowery language as they tear me the people who are in love with them apart? It isn’t even fair! Nobody ever thinks of me that way.
“That’s enough of that.” I interrupted, feeling my stomach twist as she spoke.
She looked confused by my outburst. She clearly didn’t think she was actually speaking out loud. “But,” She continued. “It isn’t all great. She’s obnoxiously loud sometimes. She demands the whole world conform to her schedule and pitches a fit when it doesn’t. She tried to control every little part of my life. When you’re with her for a short amount of time, you feel choked by her presence but for longer than that it’s just- just-”
“Stifling.” I supplied, frowning. That reminded me of my first girlfriend. Always too much, taking away from my vibrancy as she dragged me down to her level. It was a long time ago, and I can barely remember what I ever liked about her. “I know how you feel.” I would’ve said more but she started babbling.
"Bandit wasn’t even my idea. I never really wanted a dog. It always felt like too much work and too little a payoff for such a responsibility. Claire got him and named him Albert. I didn't even really like Albert at first but that little guy has a way of getting under your skin. I told myself I only kept him to get back at Claire. But that's not true."
I didn’t know what to say, so I awkwardly patted her on the back. What does one even say to that? It seems Bandit didn’t like her anyway! That would not make much sense and it would be pretty cruel. “Well, I didn’t expect to get attached to any dog at all either.” I tried to joke.
“Yeah. But he likes you. Much more than he’s ever liked me. That’s it. Bandit can stay here, granted I can visit.” Bandit was now running around and wagging his tail. Did he even understand our conversation?
"Deal," I replied. She looked so lonely that I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace. I couldn’t help it. If I could do nothing else, I could make her feel better for the moment by providing some needed support.
She wrapped her arms back around me and we were unsure who moved first or if we moved together. Who initiated it was a meaningless blame game, as neither of us did the intelligent thing and pulled away because the next thing I was aware of was the feeling of her fingers tugging my hair as her soft lips pressed against mine with a bruising force and her tongue tried to get entrance in my mouth.
It was the most exhilarating thing I’ve felt in a while. Of course, I don’t get happy endings so it fit that she abruptly left the house and didn’t look back. I was left alone in the cold and she was gone. Off to probably wash the taste of me out of her mouth.
She thinks that it was all a big mistake because she could never be that interested in me.
And now, I was alone. Unless you counted Bandit, that way I’m not alone at all.
chapter 10
A series of bad choices led me here. I wish I could say it was bad luck, but lying about luck is bad luck. So I have to come completely clean. I’m not a great person. Maybe Claire was always right?
I remember it too well. When I was staring at her lips. Her melodic voice lulled me into a calm as everything but her became fuzzy, my focus completely on her. The way her plump lips shaped the words, the sight of her tongue dancing around her mouth as she spoke. I wasn’t listening to a single word she said. The blood was rushing in my ears as I stared at her lips. I unconsciously licked my own lips. What would it be like? Would they be soft? Would they taste like strawberries?
I WAS drunk, and I knew she wouldn’t mind. I pulled her closer to me in a smooth movement as I clumsily melded my lips to hers. Okay, not my greatest moment. I mean, I don’t even like her, not really. And it’s cruel to kiss her like that when I have no intentions of being with her. Absolutely none.
That’s why I needed to leave. I couldn’t just use whatever emotions she had against her. That is cruel and unusual. I don’t want to hurt her, she is kind and warm, even if I don’t actually return her feelings.
No wonder she didn’t even text me in DAYS. She didn’t even want to see me.
Despite everything, I felt offended. I kissed her! She then just started ignoring me completely? Seriously, how dare she! I didn’t even get the chance to be forced into that awkward conversation where I tell her we would never work together.
I have half a mind to go over and chew her out over this issue before I got a call. "Leela? This is Amelia. I finished my marketing assignment! I am just so excited." She declared.
Her voice was higher pitched than usual. Whenever Claire would do that, I used to get so irritated by the sound. As long as it WAS Amelia, though, I found it adorable.
Disgusting.
How dare she do that to me?
I told her I was proud of her, the words coming out somehow even more mature than I actually was, and she asked me to come over for dinner. I found that weird. I mean, isn’t that a rule? Isn't dinner reserved for actual romantic dates? Friends are supposed to go to lunch or something. I was about to decline politely when she added, "Bandit misses you, I can tell. That's why I called!"
Rude. So she wouldn't have even called otherwise. I wanted to tell her off, but I replied: "Fine, see you tonight."
chapter 11
Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t think of this as any kind of date. At first. When I invited her it was just a celebration.
Maybe I can blame the margarita’s we had? The lower our inhibition’s got, the more fun it was to spend time together. So we kept drinking.
We laughed and we chatted. She is so pretty when she laughs. Her eyes glitter and her smile are so wide.
This time it definitely wasn’t me who kissed first. Her nimble fingers clutched my blouse as she pulled me to her roughly. Our noses banged due to her force, but she clearly didn’t care as she nipped and kissed my lips. My eyes fell shut as I pressed against her, straddling her hips as I pushed her down on the couch, kissing her with a bruising force. I wasn’t thinking about anything but the feel of her breasts.
Before it began, I was telling Leela this long winded story of me having broken my arm as a kid. Apparently, it was too long winded because, in the middle of my sentence, I felt her soft lips on mine.
Sensations are always so much more important than anything else. Her hot breath on my neck as she panted while rubbing against me, her nails clawing down my back, hard enough to leave her marks on me. The sting made me moan and go harder against her.
Aside from those sensations, my drunken brain retained nothing.
chapter 12
It was round three, or four? I had lost track. How could anyone pay proper attention when fucking such a beautiful woman. She took all my mind just to keep up with her.
How can someone be so… much. That is how to describe her. She is too much. She is always 100% up and ready, she’s adventurous and energetic and wild.
Maybe even too much.
"I've wanted this for so long," Amelia whispered to me. She was pressing kisses down my body, sucking marks into my skin. "You're all mine." She informed as she continued to scratch and bite her marks onto me.
“A-Amelia.” I whimpered, shivering as she teased me. How could she make me feel like this? She was so amazing and I would do anything for her in this moment.
I also wanted to rage to yell out
the grand unfairness in this world. She had blindfolded me. I felt I would die without the sight of her nude form. Her soft caramel skin and her warm eyes darkened by passion, her pearly white teeth, and her smooth hair me messy by our encounter.
I was struggling. I NEEDED to be able to see her.
“Shhh.” She purred, "don't make me have to put a gag in your pretty little mouth." She purred in my ear. I couldn't help but shiver.
“But…” I weakly attempted to argue. “I need-“
She covered my mouth with her hand. “Oh, you just don’t understand,” She cooed, staring into my eyes. I’ve never seen anything more fiery and passionate. “You don’t actually want me to give you what you want. Because you don’t really want it. You really-“
I growled at her. I didn’t want her words. I wanted to feel her skin on mine as we are both brought to the brink of pleasure. I rolled us over roughly, caring nothing for possible injury to either of us.
“I knew it.” A voice sighed in my mind. It sounded uncomfortably like Claire. “A disappointment, really.” She sounded bemused, “and to think I suspected better of you.”
The next thing I knew, my arms were wrapped around her and I was on top of her. My lips found purchase on her body. I held her as tight as I could, needing to feel her heart beating in time with my own.
The sensation of her fingers running through my hair caused tingles, I shivered at the sensation. It, however, was still nothing compared to how her hands curled around my red ringlets and tugged harshly. I moaned against her.
She mewled as I let my tongue explore her pussy. I smirked against her body. I knew just how to make her hot. To have her begging for me. This is just how I like this to go.
Bang!
I had shoved my elbow into her nightstand as I played out my fantasy. God dammit.
I woke up with brown locks in my face and a piercing headache. God dammit. I always do stupid things when I’m drunk.
Cabin In The Woods Page 5