My Discovery

I knew that Mr. Myspace had been going through a lot, so I tried to stay off of his back about hanging out, although I did really want to see him. Not like I would have gotten an opportunity to though, because it seemed as though he was going out with his friends every night. To be honest I always had an uneasy feeling when he would say that he was going out because it usually meant that I wouldn't hear about what happened until the next day, if I was even lucky enough to get it out of him. He had been going out with the bad influence a lot lately. I liked her and all, but she did have some crazy party stories. Well one weekend I decided I would stop over to Mr. Myspace's since I didn't want to make him come to my house all night and leave his mom home. He was in the shower so I decided I would go into his room and do what I always did best...snoop around. I know it was wrong of me, but after the lying and cheating I always had a gut feeling that he was hiding something. He had a draw in his desk where he kept all of his sex toys that we would use. I decided to take a look in there to make sure there was nothing new that I didn't know about. I would do this every so often when I got the chance to go threw it. This time aside from the dildo, hand cuffs, lube, condoms, sex dice from his birthday party, pornos, and the magazine's with naked guys in them was a little blue pouch. I opened it and there was a little glass object, a bag filled with, what looked like drugs, and a lighter. Growing up with a some what sheltered life I had never seen this before. My stomach was in knots. Similar to the feeling when I couldn't trust that he wasn't cheating on me. I could hear him getting out of the shower so I threw it back into the draw, shut it, and jumped onto his bed, pretending to text on my phone like I had been sitting there waiting the whole time. He came out of the bathroom and went into his sister's bedroom which was not being used since they now live in Florida, and put on his Leona Lewis CD on full blast and came into his bedroom. Wearing nothing but a towel, and still wet from the shower he dropped his towel at the door and jumped on top of me. There was obviously not going to be a conversation about what I found in his desk draw at this point. This would have never happened if Mr. Myspace's dad was around, because we were not allowed in his bedroom together, in fear that we might be having sex, but little did he know we were doing it on the futon in the basement every weekend. The sex was good, although it was hard to get that twisted knot feeling out of my stomach. We spent the rest of the day hanging out around the house with his mom. Although she spent most of the day on the phone with her family. I could tell when ever she was saying something about her husband, or something she didn't want me to hear because she would go from talking in English to Spanish. I wanted to say something to him about what I found so badly just to get it off my chest, but I didn't want to start arguing in front of his mom. When she got off the phone she asked us what we had planned for the night? We both shrugged our shoulder and replied that we didn't know. So she suggested that we went to the movie rental place around the corner. Since it was a pretty nice night we decided to walk. The stars looked awesome in the sky. It was a clear night, and the moon was bright enough to light the streets. Mr. Myspace got a sudden burst of energy and began to run ahead and did a cartwheel in the grass, while I laughed. I ran to catch up with him and we laughed together as we walked into the movie store. When ever picking a movie to watch we could never agree. He wanted to see a horror or action movie. And I always wanted to see a comedy, or romantic movie. So after bickering for an hour about what movie to watch we got Kat Williams stand up comedy. We got back to the house and went into the basement to watch the movie. And of course since it was a movie that I picked Mr. Myspace began to put the moves on me. If we had gone with a movie that he wanted to watch I would have to wait to do anything till after the movie so he could pay attention. We usually laughed about how "watching a movie" was code for sex. Because we always got 10min into the movie and then didn't even look back at the screen until the ending. Unless it was a movie that Mr. Myspace wanted to see, then he wouldn't even notice I was there. I wanted to watch it, but to be honest it felt so good that I didn't mind. After our second and third sex session of the day we decided to go back to the movie. I love Kat Williams and I think he is hilarious, but I didn't realize that his whole special was going to be about weed. Mr. Myspace thought it was hilarious. The more he laughed at it the more pissed I got. I wanted to say something, but I kept my cool. It was getting to be 11:30 and my curfew was 12. We got up and he walked me to my car. We kissed and held each other for a little while looking up at how beautiful the sky was, then I got in my car and drove off. The more I drove the more I thought about what I had found in his bed room. I pulled out my phone and texted him, "hey whatcha up to?" he replied that he was going out with the "bad influence". I rolled my eyes when I read the text and got the knot back in my stomach. I then decided to tell him what I found in his room. H e responded with a "okay? so what?" He acted as though I found a pack of cigarettes in his draw. Then when I began to tell him how bad it was and that it was illegal, he got very defensive. And asked what I was doing snooping through his stuff in the first place. I should have seen this coming. I tried calling him and he didn't answer. I tried calling two more times, and nothing. Once I got home I tried one more time, but now his phone was off. I ended up getting little to no sleep that night. Just stared at the ceiling. My mind wouldn't shut down and stop thinking. So I stared at my ceiling fan until I eventually passes out with the phone in my hand in case he decided to call or text me back...