Good old fashioned bonfire on saturday night. Everything going great aside from the Guys running down mainstreet naked after a hotub. Then it happened. The inevidable. One of my friends girlfriends decided to be sociable with the tomboy.
"So, Irish," She said, in her sweetest 'confide in me, were both girls' kind of way. "Hows stuff going with Rocker?" Looking at my confused look she clarified, "How long have you guys been dating now?"
Now, being drunk, and otherwise an idiot, I tried to tone down my horrified look.
"Oh, god. You are dating right?" She stammered.
"Their not dating" Hunk jumped in.
"I need a beer." I said.
"Have some of mine, Their not dating, its complicated, hey don't drink it all!" Hunk was laughing. I was not.
The entire bonfire stared at me, the Guys knowing the situations finer details, but not jumping in. Like a trainwreck all they could do was watch. After assuring the drunk moron I was fine and no, I didn't want a hug, I started my stare off into the fire. I knew this was going to happen, which was the weird thing. I didn't know it would be her exactly, but I knew it would be some aquaitences girlfriend, already stupid but stupider due to alcohol intake, and I knew they would get drunk and ask if Rocker and I were dating. I even heard the words she said in my head. Things between us were already on an all time high tension point, but I wasn't about to explain the whole story to a drunk girl.
However, I will explain it to you.
Rocker and I have been (had been) friends for a few years now. Both known in our highschool as being a little strange, me because of my multicolored hair and carefree attitude, him because of his outright weirdness. I always knew of him, and kind of met him through people, but didn't actually become friends with him until my victory lap of highschool.
Rocker was trying to get into my theatre class and was trying to convince the teacher. As I walked up to her, the teacher turned and said, "Rocker, you can join the class if someone here vouches for you that your going to take it seriously." She turned to me and assuming I was friends with him said, "Irish, what do you think? Does he deserve a chance?" Now, I didn't know him from Adam, but not wanting to embarass her, and not wanting to take away Rockers only chance, I said, "Oh, yeah. He'll do great in this class." Rocker looked me over and gave me a wee bit of a chill, but I shrugged it off.
And so it began.
For the next year or so, Rocker proceeded to hit on me and constantly pester me to sleep with him. Now, the thing about me is I don't sleep with people that I'm not in a relationship with. Lost it to my first serious boyfriend about the time of legal drinking age, and have never had a one night stand. So I wasn't about to start with one of my friends. I always blew him off and never so much as encouraged his flirting in any way. I was content being his friend.
Alright, my fingers are getting sore, hang on for more later.
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