OK. Here I am, week two without my boyfriend. I already cheated once and am trying really hard not to again. We do have an open relationship, but there's something weird about "open" relationships anyway. I can't put my finger on it!
Anyway, it was the middle of the week and I was done with my school work. I couldn't believe how much crap I have to learn just to get this degree in Media. What does ancient South American history have to do with non-linear editing? I was doing OK in that class too.
I can honestly say that I am not attracted to anyone in my school, no matter how cute they are. I am strictly business when it comes to my school work. I do on occasion wear something "inappropriate" to class, just to get a little attention, but I really need to be taken seriously by the professors and students, so I save my antics for off campus.
My first cousin Leon was staying at the house. He was basically on "vacation" from NYC. Leon was a typical New York "thug" type 20 year old, who gets his influences from watching rap videos. He talked and looked tough, but was a real sweetheart. Tall, dark and very handsome. He had been in the Marines for a while to learn some discipline. Sent there by my mother's brother, my Uncle. I always had a big crush on Leon, but as we got older, I rarely saw him. I only heard that he was always getting in trouble. Then, boom! He was in the Marines and then I really never saw him for years. When he came to visit, I was glad to see him and we got along fine.
It was the middle of the day on a Wednesday when I came home from a hike up and down the canyon. I was totally sweaty and hot. When I walked in, the smell of weed hit me like a ton of bricks. Leon was on the couch burning a fat one. I went directly into my room and took off my clothes. A ran a bath and threw on a tiny robe. I went out into the living room. The TV is blasting music videos from MTV. "What up Couso?" Leon says every time I see him.
"Couso" is the nickname he gives every one of his first cousins. I walk in with my robe almost open, holding it closed with one of my hands. "Damn you look good!" He says though a haze of smoke, trying not to choke. I walk over, grab the blunt that he's smoking and take a big drag. I almost choked. "That's that LA chronic, baby!" He yells out, trying not to laugh at me. I could tell that he was way passed being buzzed. He was high as a kite. I plopped down on the couch next to him. My robe opens up and my boobies are now exposed. He just stares and smiles. "Nice." He says. I smile and walk away, taking my robe off as I head into my bathroom. "Where you going?" He yells out. I point towards the bathroom and walk inside.