"Amelia, open the door," I said, banging on her door.

I gripped my hips, letting out an angry sigh.

"Amelia, I know you're fucking here," I said, "your car's right here. That a-"

She opened the door, her head tilted over.

"Woah," I said, completely caught off-guard. I'd never seen Amelia look anything but completely put together, at all times.

She stood in front of me in a pair of sweatpants, a tank top, her hair in a bun, and glasses- and this was most certainly the most attractive she'd ever looked.

I scratched the back of my neck, trailing my eyes down her.

"Why are you here?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"Can I come inside?" I asked, "it's fucking pouring."

She stepped to the side and I walked inside, turning around to face her.

"Nice house."

"Is that sarcasm?" She deadpanned.

"No," I said, matching her tone.

"What do you want?"

"I want to explain," I said, "I've got so much shit going on, I can't have you mad at me, too."

"Why do you care if I'm mad at you?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly," she said, her eyes locked on mine.

"Because I need to get laid."

She laughed, shaking her head. "If that's why you came over, then you can walk back out."

She began to brush past me, but I grabbed her arm. "Amelia, I'm kidding."

"And who's to say you haven't been getting laid by all those other girls?" She asked, ripping her arm away from me.

"Amelia, newsflash, I don't have the time, nor energy, nor headspace currently to get laid. It was a fucking joke."

"What is so terrible in your life, Hero?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

I bit down on my lip, choosing to evade and deflect. "Listen, what happened with Mrs. Thompson the other day-"

"Hero, I just got the picture out of my head," she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Why did it bother you so much?" I asked, shrugging.

"Because she's a teacher, Hero," she said.

"No, because it was me," I said.

"You know, she's kind of got a rep. For getting too close to her students. Specifically the attractive males."

"She was just going through it, alright?" I said, "I hugged her. That's it."

"I bet if I would've been a fly on the wall in that moment, I could call you a liar."

"Listen, yeah. I think she's hot. Yeah, I've definitely let my mind go places when I've thought of her. Yeah."

"Why did I have to know that?" She asked.

"A-and I've never been one to not make advances," I said, "I can admit that. But I also know that she's a teacher. I get that."

"You've stressed yourself out, haven't you?" She asked, looking back at me, "because you know you got too close to her."

"It was a hug, Amelia," I said, "but if it makes you feel better, yeah. I've beat the shit out of myself for it."

She scoffed and walked past me, shaking her head. "Why'd you take time out of your night to come over here and say that shit?"

I bit down on my lip. I hadn't really thought about that. I, surprisingly, didn't come over here with the intention of fucking.

"I don't know," I softly said.

"Well, if you're done, you can go."

She turned around to face me, her tongue in her bottom lip.

"Amelia," I said, walking towards her.

I could see the color rising to her cheeks, making me grab her hips and pull her close to me.

"Y-you said," she began, cutting herself off as she looked up at me.

"I say a lot of things," I whispered, trailing my hands up her sides.

She tried to speak, but an exhale was all she could get out. I smiled down at her, stroking her cheek with my pointer finger.

"You had a really strong argument about two minutes ago," I softly said, "where'd that fire go?"

She looked up at me, biting down on her lip.

"Let me guess," I said, leaning down to her height, "between your legs?"

She pressed her lips against mine and I grabbed her hips, pulling her into me until her body was flush against mine. I lifted her up into my arms, pulling away from her as I pulled her tank top over her head.

"My room's upstairs and down the hall," she muttered.

"Why can't I take you on the couch?" I asked.

She pulled away from my neck, biting down on her lip. "I-I've never-"

I threw her down on the couch, watching as she kicked her sweatpants off of her legs. I threw them on the ground and lifted her hips, pressing kisses to the insides of her thighs.

"The-the blinds are open," she whispered, raking her fingers through her hair.

"I'm into that," I said, looking up at her as I dipped a finger inside of her.

She let out a breath, smiling. "You're into what?"

"People seeing," I said, "I think it's fucking hot."

She nodded, smiling. "O-okay."

I dipped my index finger inside her mouth, earning a moan from her. She swirled her tongue around it and I pulled it out, rubbing circles on her bud.

"Hero," she whispered.

I kept my eyes locked on hers, pushing my sweatpants down with my free hand. Her small hand covered my hardening length, her bottom lip between her teeth.

I nodded down at her and she pushed my underwear down, stroking me slowly. I leaned my head back and gulped, letting out a breath. "Fuck."

She let out a quiet moan and I felt myself completely lose control. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, grabbing her face as I slipped inside of her. She let out a moan and leaned her head back, but I roughly pulled her face back to mine.

"I want to fucking see you," I said, "I want to see your face."

She nodded, her body moving beneath mine at a fast pace. I gripped one of her hips, looking down at our bodies. "Fuck."

I wrapped my hand around her neck, letting out a breath as I fastened my pace. She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.

"Fuck," I groaned, "oh, my God, fuck."

"Spit," she began, nodding up at me, "i-in my mouth."

I didn't hesitate, and did as she said. She smiled and that smile turned into a giggle as she gripped my face, a moan mixing in somewhere within her sexy giggle.

I watched her smile fade, and I saw panic.

"What's your fucking problem?" I asked, looking down at her.

Harsh, man.

"Y-you don't have on a condom, Hero."

"I'll pull out," I said.

She nodded, and she and I both knew it was a bad idea. But neither of us were willing to stop here.

"Come in me," she said, obviously not thinking, looking up at me, "I want you to come in me."

"No," I said, grabbing her face, "you sound like a fucking slut."

"I am," she moaned, nodding.

I chuckled, pulling out of her as I felt a release. She stroked my length and I rubbed her bud until we both came, and I collapsed on top of her.

"You got some on my couch," she muttered, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Sorry," I muttered, my face buried in her chest.

She rubbed my back, biting down on her lip. "Are you okay, Hero?"

I clenched my jaw, wrapping my arms around her.

No, I'm not okay.

~*~

I'd asked Zach to meet me at practice, and I couldn't be less focused on soccer at the moment.

"Henry!" Coach yelled.

"Huh?" I asked, but grunted when a ball was thrown at my abdomen.

"Drills," he said, "God, kid, you've gotta listen."

I bit down on my lip and turned around, sighing as I realized Zach probably wasn't even coming.

I threw the ball down and kicked it around, earning a head shake from Eros. "Show off."

I clenched my jaw and looked away from him, making him jog over to me.

"I'm tired of it, man."

"You're tired of what?" I asked, squinting over at him.

"This," he said, "we've been best friends since we were six."

"Why her, Eros?" I asked, "out of all people, why her?"

"Bro," he said, shaking his head, "I tried. I tried to not fall for her."

I shook my head, but in that moment, it seemed to hit me- we obviously couldn't choose the people we were gravitated towards.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but she's protected, man. I'm not going to hurt her."

I looked over at him, my foot on the ball. "Do you actually, like, like me? As a friend?"

"Bro," he said, shaking his head, "you're the best friend I've ever had. The best friend I'll ever have. She wasn't the goal, she just happened to be a bump in the road that I can't get over."

I smiled, nodding.

"But yeah, I fucking hate you," he said, looking over at me.

I chuckled.

"Are we good, man?" He asked, holding out his hand.

I nodded, and we did our handshake. "Yeah, we're good."

"Now you need to fix shit with her. She's been a grump."

I heard a whistle, making me turn around and see Zach.

"I'll be right back," I said, running towards him.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey, come here," he said.

I jumped the fence and he lifted his eyebrows, nodding. "You are a show off."

I smiled at him, looking down at his camera. "What's up?"

"I, uh, kind of fucked up my shot at shooting games," he said, "considering you're literally the only person I got decent pictures of."

He held out his camera, nodding down at it. "Look at them. Here, we should probably go in the shade."

We walked behind the bleachers and I looked down at the camera, chuckling. "Wow."

He looked really proud of the pictures, smiling down at his camera. "Look at this one. It's my favorite."

I looked down at the picture, smiling. I was making some stupid face, but the shot was perfect.

"I've looked at these pictures every day," he said, "since the game."

I bit down on my lip, looking over at him.

"I-I mean, obviously, the rest of the pictures were just shit," he said, "but you, I got."

I fought back a smile. "Well-well, I'm sure the others are also good."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No. No, like I said, I definitely will not be getting any more gigs."

We stood in a comfortable silence, just staring at each other.

"Well, when I get them edited," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'll send them to you."

"Yeah," I said, "yeah, yeah, I'll look forward to seeing them."

"Yeah," he said, smiling as he backed away from me.

"And I'll post them, and I'll-I'll tag you," I said, my eyebrows lifted.

"Alright," he said, the same smile still on his face.

"Anything else I should know about?" He asked.

I smiled, shaking my head. "No."

"Then bye," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I bit down on my lip and let out a breath, raking my hands through my hair.

I smiled, biting down on my lip as I ran back to the field. Eros lifted an eyebrow. "What was that all about?"

"Oh, uh," I said, grabbing my ball, "uh, chem stuff. Project we're doing."

Eros nodded. "I thought you fucking hated that guy."

"Yeah, I did," I said, "but he's actually not that bad."

I squatted down, tying my shoe. I looked over at the fence and saw Zach walking past, waving before he walked out into the parking lot.

"Yeah, he's not bad at all," I said, smiling a warm smile.

~*~

"You still cannot separate your laundry," I teased, looking over at Fred.

He chuckled, looking over at me as he stepped into a pair of jeans. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," I said, holding up a pair of his favorite white underwear, which were now blue and white tie-dye from a navy shirt he'd obviously washed them with.

"I think they definitely look better now," he said.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, looking back at him as he walked over to me. I bit down on my lip and giggled when his hands fell on my hips, and his lips pressed against my neck.

"Mm," he muttered, giving my backside a slap.

I turned around to face him, looking up at him. "You should really fold your laundry when you get it out of the dryer. All these wrinkles suck."

He smiled down at me, leaning his head back. "My wrinkled clothes have never stopped you from ripping them off of me."

I giggled, dodging his kiss. He chuckled and grabbed my face, planting a huge kiss on my nose. "Gotcha anyways."

I smiled, patting his solid abdomen. "I'm about to go downstairs."

"Okay," he said, "hey, kids should be home soon."

"Are you kicking me out?" I teased.

"Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

I laughed, shaking my head. I jogged downstairs, in search of my shoes, when I heard Josie's sweet voice.

"Mom?"

I looked over at her, my eyebrows lifted. "H-hi, honey."

"Mom, what are you doing here?" She asked, dropping her bag.

"I-I was-"

"Hey, Lex," Fred yelled from upstairs, "you've got panties in this load. You left them the other day."

I placed my tongue in my bottom lip, closing my eyes. This should be fun.

"I mean, they are sexy as hell," he said, and I could hear his footsteps coming downstairs, "I kept them in my pocket at work the other day."

I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, a look of shock on his face.

"H-hello, Josie," he greeted.

"What the hell?" She asked, earning my eyes.

Fred bit down on his lip. "Please tell me you didn't hear-"

"I heard," she said, "all of it, actually."

I looked over at her, unable of what to say or how exactly to act.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"Your mom and I are doing some old fashioned hook-"

I cut him off with my facial expression, making him lift an eyebrow and look down.

"What?" She asked, scoffing as she dropped her bag and walked into the kitchen.

"Josie, you got pissed at us for not being together, now you're pissed that we are?" Fred asked as we followed her into the kitchen.

"So you're together?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

"Well," he began, shaking his head, "I-I don't-"

He looked back at me and shrugged.

"Exactly," she said.

"Why is that angering to you?" Fred asked.

"Because I want you guys to be together," she said, "in love, not just hooking up because you're horny and can't find it anywhere else."

Fred nor I had a response that wouldn't piss her off, so we both just stayed silent.

"Why aren't you together?" She asked, defeated, "if you're hooking up, why can't you be together?"

"I asked the same thing," Fred muttered.

"Fred," I said, looking over at him.

"Just making her aware of the fact that her questions are valid."

"Baby," I said, shaking my head, "there's just a lot-"

"A lot of what?" She asked.

The door flew open and I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I saw Henry.

He, still, looked confused. Ever since he'd seen us that day, he'd been confused, which wasn't a questionable reaction.

"Mom and Dad are hooking up."

"Yeah, I know," Henry said, dropping his bag, "hey, everyone, too."

I bit down on my lip, sighing. "We're working on it, guys."

Josie sighed, biting down on her lip. "You know what? Who am I to judge?"

She smiled a sarcastic smile, letting out a laugh. "I mean, I had wild, animal sex with my childhood best friend for, you know, months before I told anyone. So really, who am I to judge?"

"Josie," Fred said, letting out a sigh as she jogged upstairs.

"I didn't need that visual," Henry joked, walking in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

I smiled. "Are you okay?"

He shrugged. "Your guys' business is your guys' business. I've got my own shit going on."

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Fred and I.

He clenched his jaw, backing away from me. "Looks like you've got some thinking to do."

~*~

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