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This is going to be long, but I have to get it out. It's just been a plague to my mind.

So there was this girl I dated a year back, things got more serious than any relationship I'd been in, but didn't work out, and now she's randomly talking to me again, and bringing up the past. I initially met her two years ago. She was smart, funny, beautiful, nerdy. The only downside was that she had, well, issues. She didn't think much of herself, and she used to be made fun of by everyone for being weird. She grew up most of her life without friends, and she distrusted people even more as she started to develop and guys only talked to her in hope of getting sex. She was pretty shaken up by the past, and thought no one took her seriously. She became a borderline misanthrope. At first, when we knew each other, she was always sarcastic in conversation, would keep dropping reminders that she didn't trust me and nothing physical would happen. When that happened, I dropped reminders that I didn't really care since in my experience, sex isn't as great as people say. She always thought I was lying, and that really bothered her.

So anyway, over the course of the summer, we both started talking a lot more. I only had one class with her, so the extent of our talking was in the hallway, during group activities, and the rare times she was on Facebook. Over the summer, in typical forever alone fashion, I always spent time on the computer. At first, I didn't really notice it, but then she started logging on Facebook a lot more. Sometimes even initiating conversation, something she never really did. Slowly, secrets about her past came out, and I told her I could identify with some of it. She acted very skeptical, but overall she seemed to be opening up a little.

Things moved forward a bit when she asked me to hang out. We lived about a quarter mile away from each other, and there was a park in between our houses. She asked me to meet her there in the middle of a foggy morning. So I walk up to her sitting on a bench, and the first thing she says is "you're late."

I responded, "well, it's not exactly like you to invite someone somewhere."

She said "fair enough."

So then things got a little bit uncomfortable, but oddly felt right. We decided to walk around to the creek, examine the animals, and discuss various Starcraft strategies. So something weird happens: She pulls out a joint. I'd never smoked weed before, and immediately after pulling it out she said "I stole this from my brother. Let's smoke it."

So we smoked it. There was a lot of coughing. It was the stereotypical first time smoking. But we both lost count of how many hits we took and eventually we found ourselves lying next to each other on the grass, silently. We must have sat that way for a good half hour, before my racing mind thought of a question.

"Have you smoked before? You coughed as much as I did."

"No, but I got bored, and figured if I wanted to try a drug, I should do it with someone I trust."

That last word hung in the air and echoed in my mind. The sound of her voice saying that word became all of reality. I saw images of the word, I imagined her saying it, right in front of me, over and over. I was so high, my mind was racing so much.

Next thing I know, she grabs my hand, and says, "your hand is warm. It feels good. It feels better than the sunlight." We were too high to notice the sun came out.

I said something really incongruous, like "let's go somewhere less fiery."

So we walked for a while, and had no idea where we were going. Eventually we got to her house, and inside was a sticky note from her dad (she had no mom) saying that he'd be at work all day and leaving money for pizza.

So we're both still pretty high, and we decide to sit on the couch. I felt so fatigued from the walking, the heat, and being baked, that I just wanted to sit still and not move a muscle. She grabs my hand again, saying it still feels warm. I put my hand on top of her hand. We pause for a moment, and I turn my head. She turns hers, too. We looked into our bloodshot eyes, and immediately burst out laughing from our dopey expressions. Amidst the laughter, we moved a little closer without noticing, so much so that she was nearly on top of me.

"Today was fun," she said, smiling.

"Was?" I asked.

She smiled and then stood up. I stood up after her and asked where she was going. She turned around to answer me and ran straight into me. I held on to her to keep myself from falling, and it seemed like she did the same. We were now extremely close, and it felt awkward. She blushed, smiled, looked away, and pressed her head to my chest. I put my head on top of hers for a moment, and then took it off. She looked up at me after the sudden movement, and I had this impulse to kiss her. I decided to do what Hitch said and go "90% of the way," and so I did, except I only went about 60%. She went the other 40%, and we were kissing.

She was surprisingly good for someone I assumed had never kissed a guy. We were still baked, and had a different perception of time, but reality for me became the warmth of her body, the feeling of her tongue, the movement against movement that excited me. After what seemed like an awesome hour of kissing, we ate a pizza, and then I left to go home.

The next day, when we were sobered up, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I answered it, and she said some words I'll never forget.

"I'm not so good at trusting people, but, well, I've liked you for a few months now, but I've been fighting it. It's just that I don't want to like anyone when I hate people so much. But... You're different... We should... You should... Meet me in the same place as yesterday in five minutes..."

So I go there, and I get their before her this time. She smirks when she arrives. The first thing I say to her is telling her that I liked her for a while, too, but I never wanted to say anything because I thought she hated me half the time and I didn't want to make that all the time. So she laughs about what I thought of her, and then asks what we are. I reply, "well, I guess this is a relationship. If you want." She says yes, and then it began.

We got closer all the time. We talked for hours. There was no longer the trust barrier, and she became open about so many things. We hung out a lot, got high together, did all kinds of fun and dangerous stuff, and it was pure adrenaline, and the best kind of companionship. That was until her father saw us smoking weed, and my mom got scared, and said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, 'Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, 'Yo homes smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Was I just trolled?

I think so

oh my...quite the epic troll

You fucking wasted my time, OP.

Me not happy.

Please feel free to PM me if you need any sort of help around Teen Forumz. I will happily assist you.

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Isabelle is the best. <3



PRETTY PINK PANDA FREAK
^ She made me say that. D:

You are a troll. Yet, you are a genius, lol!

But your writing is ok though! I really enjoyed the style! I suggest you start writing novels!

It's really the time for humanity to take a dump.

Haha, thanks. I'm sorry for wasting your time, guys. The Bel Air is my favorite act of online trolling since it's more crafty and less disturbing than things like goatse.

I may have to consider writing romance novels.

Thanks for the laugh! That was hilarious! I love Fresh Prince! <3 Nice work, haha!

[Dani]elle - Head of the Teen Forumz Mentor Program