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Chapter 16 - Chapter 15: Boyfriends

"So, how was it?" Macey asks teasingly. Leave it to her to nose around my new sex life.

"It hurt at first, but then it got better." I blush. "Like a lot better."

I can still feel his fingers on my skin, and I find myself craving more.

"Enough dude, my air stream can't hold anymore." She laughs as she moves me aside to organize her pantry. "Think you packed enough food for our trip?"

"There's no such thing as too much food." I laugh

"Dude, part of the fun in taking road trips is trying new restaurants." She says.

A smile crosses my face, "That's true, but I'm just getting prepared. I wish we could fast-forward to Saturday already."

"I know, right?"

Cyrus spreads a blanket out on the apartment floor, our version of a picnic. He cooked breakfast for dinner, waffles, scrambled eggs, and sausage links.

He studies me as I eat. "So there's something I've been wondering."

"What?" I ask taking a bite of eggs.

"How did you and Macey become best friends? Your personalities are so opposite." He's the most attentive boyfriend I've ever had.

I snort sharply. "Funny story behind that." Memories flood back to me. "When I was in first grade, she was a second grader. She and her mom had just moved here from Indiana, Macey's dad is not a good guy. Well one of her biggest pet peeves is when someone picks on someone who is different, someone like me." I pause my explanation to eat another bite of waffle. "Well, one day while I was playing on the playground I got overstimulated and started stimming by sitting on the ground and rocking back and forth. It was at this moment that third grader Rodney Stacey decided I'd be the perfect target. Next thing I know I'm being drug around by my hair and begging him to stop." I take a drink of milk.

"What's the matter? The little freak don't like it?" I tell Cy what Rodney said to me. "Rodney just yanked my hair harder and harder, but before the teacher on recess duty could get him off of me, Macey flew out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. He was at least eighty pounds, he was a big kid, and this little scrap of a girl knocked him on his ass. They went tumbling across the ground, she climbed on top of him and bit him."

I eat more before continuing my story. "Needless to say that after that, all three of us ended up in the principal's office. My dad was pissed that they let Rodney bully me. And PeeWee Elementary school believed in corporal punishment back then, everyone but me got swats. Macey's mom apologized for her behavior, but dad thanked her instead. After that we just kind of became best friends, also after that she earned the nickname Crazy Macey."

Cyrus laughs and chokes on his waffles. "That's one way to make a friend."

"That wasn't her first fight and isn't her last. You'd think she would've calmed down by now, but it just got worse. It's a wonder she doesn't still bite people." I laugh. "The woman's always been a menace, like a human honey badger. She fears no one, not even God."

"Remind me to never piss her off." He snorts as he cuts into his sausage link.

"Ok, never piss off Macey." I tease.

"Smart ass." He sneers.

"You naughty thing." Mom chuckles as her man nuzzles her neck.

"Whoa!" I gasp. Just my luck that I'd walk in on mom.

They really look like they were having fun. Two glasses of red wine sit on the coffee table, mom's lipstick is smeared all over his lips.

"Sorry mom, I should've let you know I was on my way home. But I thought you had to work tonight." I defend myself.

"It's ok." She smiles as she stands up. "Philip, this is my daughter, Lucy. Lucy, this is my boyfriend, Philip."

"Nice to meet you Lucy, your mother has told me so much about you." He says, reaching his hand out to shake hands.

Please don't. I think to myself. I hate being touched, but dad always taught me to be nice. Guess we're doing this.

Hesitant, I reach my hand out and take his, but my grip isn't firm. I've always sucked at handshakes, his is firm, mine is the equivalent of a dead fish.

I check Philip over. He's about six foot even, probably in his late forty's. His chestnut hair is slowly receding, and he has green-hazels eyes. A subtle scent of cologne comes from his clothes. Philip is wearing a blue plaid shirt, denim jeans and tennis shoes. He doesn't let off a threatening vibe.

"Well, ya'll continue your thing. I'm going to get ready for bed. Love ya, mom." I say leading Stitch to my room.

I showered at Cy's, so I just get into my pajamas and crawl into bed. Damn, boyfriends are exhausting.