Backhand

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Tucker and Moonda are married. They are very much in love... and lust. They make tasty music. They moved to Missoula where they are now continuing to melt faces and rock socks. Please enjoy. Do you want to know more? If you just answered yes, then read on, dear reader.
Tucker:
On a mild March evening, in the year 2008, I met Moonda. It was a fabulous show at The Rathskeller featuring what was then, the second most powerful band in the world, "Hey Hey Melodica". I was the Davy Jones of HHM in those days, playing trumpet, guitar, melodica, tambourine, cymbals, and anything else they needed. My main job was to act a fool. I was on fire that evening. Jumping off stage, playing out in the audience, you know, general tom-foolery. When the set was over, and all the gear had been taken down, I realized that I had lost one of the two tambourines I had dealt with so violently on stage. No one seemed concerned enough to help me until a very bored (and drunk) Moonda stepped up to assist in the hunt. Jackets were traded, the woman's restroom was infiltrated, people were accused of being Matt Damon, YMCAs were almost broken into. In short, it was the best time ever.
Moonda:
I so didn't want to go to the show that night. Dave (my boyfriend) was all like, "We're going to the Hey Hey Melodica! show." and I was all like, "That sounds Hey Hey lame." The fatal facts that: A. I'm a total hermit that hates most everyone, and 2. I would have no one to converse with while Dave mingled with his old pals, did NOT sound like a truly stellar way to spend my Friday eve. Alas, Dave was a huge fan of HHM and literally made me go. Whilst walking up to the Rathskeller, I saw a skinny, little man talking to someone and being quite expressive. As I walked by, he stopped my boyfriend (whom was also a fan of Tucker), and asked "Who's the pretty lady?". Later, inside, I was getting quite toasted and Tucker's friends where all warning me to stay away from the little shit. He was known as the "girlfriend stealer". I just giggled.... well... he seemed harmless.... enough.... Finally, I was sick of sitting at the table while boring high school stories were being drunkenly discussed, so I went to get more alcohol. When I got back, everyone thought that I had been talking to none other than Tucker himself. So, I had to go through that whole "stay away from him, he has STDs" and all the other vile lies that jealous people can come up with on the spot. After the show, this beautiful man came up to the table where everyone was congregating and asked if anyone had seen his tambourine. The circle of jerks replied no and went on talking aboot the dullest things I've ever been subjected to sitting through without getting class credits. I decided it would be best if I, a total stranger, helped this talented person find his lost belonging that his friends could care less aboot. We walked off to have an amazing journey, and as I walked away I turned my head and winked at the "circle of jerks" that were in disbelief that I had ignored all of their warnings. That went over well.... After some time of ignoring the incessant ringing coming from my cellular telephone, I finally appeased the jealous party, and answered. I knew it was inevitable.... It was time to go home. I was having the best time I'd ever had with any other human being ever! It had to be cut short. My boyfriend at the time developed a "sudden headache" and had to go home immediately. I left, thinking I would never be allowed to see this person that was so much like me, in so many ways, ever again. On the way home I was chastised for making a new friend. After I arrived home, I started getting ready for bed and heard a knock at the door. It was my "significant others" friends from the bar. I turned to him and said: "I thought you had a headache and that's why my exciting evening was cut short." This amused me, and I simply KNEW that I had to see more of this person that everyone was going through such lengths to keep me from. Thank you guys.... from the bottom of my heart that is now Tucker's.
Tucker:
Later that night, both of us searched each other out on MySpace. I was a bit apprehensive about sending a friend request, considering Moonda was the girlfriend of an associate/fan of mine. Moonda, on the other hand, figured I was harmless, and sent a request. I accepted the friend request, and two days later found myself not only giving Moonda my phone number, but agreeing to hang out with her again. Later that same day, after informing Moonda that she could meet THE Tom Savini, in person, live and in technicolor, she invited me to accompany her to the Horrorhound Weekend of Horrors. It was only two weeks away, but it seemed like an eternity. I HAD to see her again. I hadn't gotten along, you know, clicked that fast and that intensely, ever. We decided to meet somewhere and hang out the weekend before the convention, so she wouldn't have to sneak out of the house. We would text back and forth furiously while I was at Trader Joe's, my then place of employment. I would call her most nights while I was walking home from work in the rain.
Finally the night came to meet her at Local's Only. Anthoney and Sarah (two friends of mine) picked me up and we went to Local's Only. I will admit, and I haven't, dear reader, admitted this to anyone EVER, I was a bit nervous before she got there. I had had a Manhattan and a straight Kentucky bourbon before she arrived. I wasn't even buzzed. She walked through the door and we hung out with our people for a very short time before going out on our own. She kept feeding me whiskey so fast that I got more drunk than I like to be. I mean, I was FUCKED up beyond belief. We wanted more alcohol, but we were both out of money so we went to look for an ATM. We didn't get much further than the parking lot when we realized that an ATM would probably be REALLY far, so we just hung out there in the parking lot. "Do you know what part of me is the coldest?" I said. "My eyeballs". Yeah, I was that far gone. Somehow, when we got back inside, I was handed more whiskey. I got even more drunk. So drunk that I decided that the floor in the men's bathroom at Local's looked super comfortable. Luckily no one peed on me.
That was a crazy night. I found out later that all of our friends thought that we had went outside to fornicate. Jesus, it was too cold for that! This is when I started to realize that us hanging out together was going to piss off a lot of people. This is also when I decided I didn't give a shit. So it goes.
Moonda:
I had made a new friend. We found each other on Myspace and immediately began conversing quite often. I didn't know why, but I needed to see this kid again. However, I didn't want Dave to be o-round because he didn't want me hanging out with Tuck. It was totes hilar that before I met the kid, Dave had nothing but good things to say aboot him. After I met Tucker, however, Dave changed his tune and suddenly Tucker was the devil.... Any-'ol-way... an awesome drunken night ensued at Locals Only. Tucker and I had a blast, although, it didn't seem like anyone else was having fun. EVERYONE was trying to play "babysitter" to two grown ass adults! That night, I was forced to tell a drunken Tuck-face that we couldn't hang out anymore. This is after I was accused of fucking him in the parking lot, BTB. It sucked to have to tell him that I had really lame friends and a super jealous/controlling boyfriend, especially since the thought of never seeing dear Tucker again made me feel. Yeah, that's right... feeling was something almost new to me... The next day, I was totes bummed that I was never again to see my new BFF. Then I received a text apologizing for passing out in the men's room in my jacket! After that, I told my friends to cool it, and maybes to move out to the sticks. I was gonna do what I wanted to do. Yeah, it pissed 'em off.... but if I cared what everyone else wanted I would still be in hell. I was totally lied to by my album covers. Word.
Tucker:
The next week we talked via telephone and had lots of text. The night before the HorrorHound convention, I had a few unexpected guests. They were friends of mine whom I hadn't seen in years. I was going to go to bed super early that night because I wanted to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the convention. That didn't happen. I stayed up with my friends and drank and other such things. The next morning I very reluctantly woke up a half an hour before I expected Amanda to pick me up. I made some coffee, checked my internets, then answered the door. I spent a little more time online than I had expected so I didn't have a shirt on, and I hadn't gotten my cup of coffee yet. I quickly put on a shirt and jacket, filled a water bottle with Kool-Aid, and put together my coffee. I was still very tired when I entered the car. Much to my dismay, I was made to sit in the back seat. I hate sitting in the back seat. It wasn't too bad though, one of her friends had come along and I just listened to them talk while I sipped my coffee.
We got there and had a blast. We met Tom Savini, I had met him before, I'm sure he remembered someone as awesome as me. We hung out with Danny Trejo, shot the shit with the man behind the suit of Gillman from all three "Creature From the Black Lagoon" films, traded stories with Brian O'Halloran, and compared boobs with the chic from "Return of the Living Dead". Good times.
After we had done all there was to do at the convention, we decided to have an after party at my house. We invited Dave and Dustin (the guy who went to the convention with us), got a shitload of beer and whiskey, and headed to the back porch. Good times were had yet again. We played with Pickles (AKA Stallone, the dog I had to live with and hated) until it got too cold. We went to the basement, Toby joined us. We listened to music, drank, and had conversation.
Moonda wanted to use my computer. Meanwhile, I had to get something out of the car. While I was out there, I had the strong urge to urinate. I did so, and in the middle of my peeing, she comes out to ask me a question. There I was, pissing in the bush when she rounds the corner. Now, you must understand it was very cold that evening, and what was seen was not an accurate representation. LOLs ensued and we both agreed not to tell the other fellas.
After having way too much fun with the fog machine, we were out of cigarettes. My future cupcake and I walked to the gas station to retrieve cigarettes for all. Half way back, she reported that her huge heels were hurting her feet. Somehow, our feet happen to be the same size, so I traded her shoes. She wore my old Chucks. We talked aboot a lot on that walk; relationships, why I'm so good at walking in heels, and so on. We returned and Dave went home. Toby, Dustin, Moonda, and I proceeded to have a dance party in my room after he left. There was a whole lotta shakin' goin' on. Mostly me and Toby. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, Dustin and Amanda were walking out the door. I was like "WTF? We were having so much fun!". So it goes...
Moonda:
After the night at Local's, Tucker and I tried to hang out on countless occasions. However, the fact that my boyfriend wouldn't let me out of the house, and Tucker and I worked opposing shifts, made it seem like the universe was against us. No matter what, I was going to the convention. I HAD to meet THE Savini. Dave was totes against my going, but he had to work. I was kind of nervous to go with just Tucker as it may have seemed like "a date", so I invited my best friend at the time, Dustin, along. The ENTIRE drive to pick up Tucker I had to listen to my friend bitch aboot how "out of our way" we were going to pick up "the shirtless wonder", as some affectionately called him. Oh my gerd, I looked so fucking good that day..... I digress.... We rocked the convention and my two friends seemed to get along famously! It was good times... After my socks were rocked by meeting Savini, and getting groped/groping Jewel Shepard, Tucker and I decided we wanted to get sloshed. We invited Dustin and Dave to come along with us, and reluctantly, they did. We all had an awesome time getting drunk and taking pictures. I decided to do some internetting and made my way up the stairs and to the right. Tucker came up to put the password in for me and then left to get something out of the car. Myspace kept fucking up and I thought it would be a good idea to ask Tucker for some computer help. I walked out the back door, turned the corner, and fell over laughing..... Tucker was taking a piss. I saw his wiener. I stumbled inside and went back to his room to collect myself. He came through the door and even though we both tried to form coherent sentences, it was all in vain for we were laughing too hard. He finally managed to sputter out, "I know it doesn't matter, but in my defense I would just like to say, that was NOT an accurate representation!" Then I laughed so hard I cried.
I went back downstairs and for a moment it was just Dave and I. He started talking aboot Tucker and I and got me all pissed off. I hate it when someone doesn't like another person and yet acts like they're bff face to face, you know? I didn't understand why everyone, especially him, would think that Tucker was even my type!! No one believed me when I said that we were just friends. Shit, I believed me! But, alas, Dave got the best of me, and I was awkwardly silent for a bit until my pal Tucker made me giggle. Then it was back to partying! I didn't give a fuck what other people thought by that point. This kid was good times.... better times than any of those lame-os... So we went to get everyone cigarettes and when we returned we both knew quite a bit more aboot each other... Which, in my case is strange since I don't tell anybody anything. I was telling this guy more than I told my bff! I'm serious... by the end of the walk he knew more aboot me than my boyfriend of four years. We returned and Dave left but the party kept goin! I had so much fucking fun until Tucker got up to piss or something and Dustin, who had been curled up by our feet on the bed (I know, right?) woke up and started yelling at me for making him stay for so long! I got up as Tucker walked back into the room. Dustin stormed out to start the car and threatened to leave me there. I hugged a very confused Tucker and told him I'd try to call.
Tucker:
Before I go any further, dear reader, I must warn you, things are about to get a little crazy. Things are about to be revealed that have never been revealed in such a public manner. This is the point of no return kids. If you have weak stomachs or are somehow previously emotionally involved with either of us, I beg you, read no further. You have been warned. Do you want to know more?
The next week after more phone calls and even more hardcore text, we agreed to meet again. I said "Hey lady, leave the boy home, cancel all operations, tell your friends to cool it." We agreed to hang out at my house. My cupca... I mean, hold up, we're not there yet. Let me rephrase. Amanda arrived at my house and we had a glass of wine and shot the shit in the basement. Eventually, we decided to move this party upstairs to my room. We hung out on my bed and drank beer and Canadian Mist. While listening to music at high volumes, drinking, having conversation, and having many LOLs, we found our faces kept getting closer together. I dismissed this at first, thinking it was only our combined clumsiness from the alcohol we had consumed, but it kept happening. Our lips almost touched a few times, to which I responded something to the effect of; "hey now, wait a minute, we can't do that, there are other parties involved. It wouldn't be nice. It wouldn't be right. I'm not that kind of fella." This only lasted so long, dear readers. Its true. Now it can be told. We were bad. We totally made out that evening. We tried REALLY REALLY HARD not to, I did my best. My best was not good enough. She kept saying "I have to go, Dave is expecting me home." to which I responded "You can't drive in this condition, you can sleep on the couch if you need to". No one slept on the couch. We woke up the next afternoon a bit surprised to be in the position we were in. We didn't talk much about it, she bought me Chick-Fil-A and took me to work. Radio silence followed. For about ten minutes.
Moonda:
So Tucker and I talked for an entire week aboot how we needed to hang out. I was quite unsure as to how I would be able to pull this one off considering my best friend and boyfriend never let me out of the house! Then it hit me. Thursday. That was my boyfriend's late night.... I could totes hang out with Tuck Thursday night and then come home shortly after Dave got off of work! No one would be unhappy AND I could hang out with my newfound friend. I told Dave that I was to hang out with my new besty Thursday night whilst he was at work... he seemed to take it alright..... Thursday came o-round and I didn't end up leaving for Tucker's until late that evening. (I had taken Friday off of work just to drink with my future Pookie.) Dave came home from work and gave me shit for leaving. I fucking hate it when people do that shit, so I left pissed at him. I arrived at the house in Carmel and found that it was just Tucker at the house... no Toby like he had said. We walked down the stairs and there was a table, a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and some candles. "Oh shit" came to mind. I thought he was trying to make something more of our friendship and I was worried it was going to get awkward. Turns out we had an awesome time downstairs drinking wine and beer! We got drunk and moved the party to Tucker's room to listen to music. He drunkenly dedicated "Cover's Blown" by Belle and Sebastian to me again that evening. As we rocked out to some tasty jams, our faces got really close and "looks" were exchanged. I realized that I wanted this man. I didn't like the idea of it though because he knew my boyfriend, and other people associated with AmanDave. It just seemed like a bad idea. So I kept drinking. I didn't want to go home and get yelled at for staying out so late, plus I was having a really good time! However, my crazy notion of "want" for this person wouldn't dissipate! I've always been able to control my feelings, it's always been totes whatevs, you know? If the person that held my attention at the time was too close to my significant other, I would leave the person alone. Then I couldn't get into trouble. But with this one.... leaving him alone was not an option. Finally, I couldn't fight the urges any more. I had to have his lips! I had to know how his tongue tasted! Can I tell you that it was amazing? Cuz it was. I had never, ever shared a kiss like that with anyone. It was perfect. Passionate. We made a good team..... He told me that I was a really good kisser and I told him I had lots of practice.... The sun came up and we passed out.
I woke up and was totes hungover. I turned to Tucker and said verbatim, "Have you ever gotten really drunk and the next morning awoke next to someone and been like, 'what the fuck was I thinking?'. It was funny. Then, Dave and Dustin kept calling me. I told them I was far too drunk to have left Tucker's last night and that I was going to take him to work and then I'd be home. They both talked over each other aboot how much they missed me and wanted me to come home so we could all hang out. I told them I'd be home after I took my friend to work. I took Tucker to work and it was sad because I wasn't done with him.... We did, however, make plans to see each other after he got off of work. He was playing a show with Hey Hey Melodica at the Mel.
I had known about this show for aboot a week or two, I knew that I wanted to hang out with Tuck-face after the HHM show, but I also knew that Dustin would make that impossible.... We worked at the same parts store, and I was doing the schedule.... so I scheduled him to be at work at 7am the morning after the show... I'm a fucking evil genius. I'm not too sure how I got Dave to let me leave with Tuck-nasty and Tobes that eve, but that's what happened. After the HHM show, a very fucking wasted Moonda left with the two boys she just met like three days ago. Tucker was DD and we went back to his and Tobes' house. LOLs were had and good times were shared, until apparently drunk me started rubbin all over my future husband. I'm so awkward. That night we fucked o-round for hours... then, when we were thoroughly exhausted, we spoke of how the house would probably explode if we were to fuck... it would be that amazing. I liked how this boy made me feel....
The next day I went home and Dave and Doostin were hanging out waiting for me. The boys and I had planned on going to a strip club that eve. I told them I couldn't drink because I was to pick up Tucker from work and bring him back to the house. They were not fucking happy aboot that and neither one of them talked to me the ENTIRE time at the club. I, however, was their DD and had to take them and chill until it was time to get Tucker. I hung out at the strip club and had a terrible time, which is strange.. I always had a good time at the titty bars. I watched my boyfriend eat stripper tits and get lap dances and chuckled to myself. He was such a pimp at those places. Finally the time came to pick up Tucker. I left and everyone was angry, even though they "weren't talking to me". I told them to call me when they were ready to leave. I picked up Tuck and we got some whiskey and went to my house to chill. We hung out there for a bit and watched a movie....sober. It was getting late and I wanted to mutha fuckin drink, yo! Alas, no one would answer my calls. Finally Dustin answered and was very short with me. I said "fuck that" and called Dave. I left a message saying that if he didn't call me back soon I would be too drunk to pick them up. He called right back.
Tucker and I were finally able to pick the boys up a couple of hours later. How rude of them, am I right? They were fucking wasted. Dustin wouldn't really say much because he was still so pissed at me. He had been replaced. Dave however, was talking aboot all of his adventures and all the strippers and what he did with all of them. Tucker couldn't believe I didn't give a shit. I explained to him later my philosophy that people need to do what they want to do. We're here for a very short time, why shouldn't we give in to our carnal needs? Dave didn't need a girlfriend telling him he couldn't make out with strippers, and I didn't need a boyfriend telling me I couldn't hang out with a new friend. We arrived home and Tucker made the comment that he was "totes hung" and many LOL's ensued. Dave was wasted and only lasted for a bit until it was pass out time. He told me to come in the room when I was sleepy......
Tucker and I slammed shot after shot, then I switched to beer. We got fucking drunk.... and right there, on Dave's couch, we started making out..... I had a great night! After a while of "fuckin o-round", we put Vol. 1 in the CD player and Tucker passed out. I stayed up FOREVER! I took a shower, I walked to the gas station (wasted) and got everyone some Gatorade... ok, I got Tucker and I some Gatorade.... fuck everyone else.... I couldn't sleep! My mind was racing.... As soon as everyone woke up... I passed out....
Tucker:
The next time I saw Amanda was at the next Hey Hey Melodica show. I was really excited about playing this show because it was to be held at The Historic Melody Inn at 38th and Illinois St. in downtown Indy. I love playing at The Melody Inn because it was so small, and when it was crowded, and you were on stage, there was so much energy it was intoxicating. Moonda informed me that she would be drinking, and that someone else would have to drive her car to get her, I, and Toby back to my house. Toby doesn't drive stick, so that left me to do the designated driving. This would be the first time in many many months that I had been on stage sober as a cow. It went really well, we played an awesome show. We went back to my place and all hung out until drunk Moonda made Toby a bit uncomfortable...
If I remember correctly, and most of the time I do, Amanda invited me to come to her house via text, or possibly a phone call, or maybe we even talked about it the night before. Without hesitation I agreed. She picked me up from work and we stopped by my house to get some movies. I carefully selected some awesome flicks and we were on our way. We got to her house with plans to drink our ass-cracks off, but couldn't yet because Dave and Dustin were at the strip club and we were charged with the quest of picking them up. I told Moonda she could drink, and I would drive when we went to get them, but she refused. She told me I could go ahead and drink without her. I refused. We watched Re-Animator until we finally got the call. We got in the car and started rocking out to "Good Times: Vol. 1".
Let me backtrack a bit, dear reader, and explain something. "Good Times: Vol. 1" was the first volume in a thirteen volume set. The first volume, or "Vol. 1", was a collection of songs that we had rocked out to the two times Amanda was at my house. Now, I must give credit where credit is due. My bestest friend in the world, Toby (formerly: Francis Eugene Joshua Tree Kris with a "K" "not that bitch, that other bitch" Toby King Jr. X Esquire) introduced me to at lease a third of those songs in between October of 2007 and the nights aforementioned. Thanks Toby. "Vol.1" was an eclectic mix of my music tastes. Incorporation electronica, classic rock, metal, new rock, indie, and hip-hop, it was sure to broaden the horizons of anyone who listened to it. The "Good Times" series is my crowning achievement, and it wouldn't have been possible without the inspiration of my new found friend, and the musical schooling of one Toby.
Anyway, we rocked out to "Good Times: Vol. 1" and picked up the boys. Dave tried to tell stripper stories in the car, but "TTTTTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEE PPPPPPPPAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTYYYYYYYY" and "DVNO" by Justice were far more interesting. I danced and danced and danced. I remember a moment, when we go to the club and Amanda had to go in to get the boys, that I was in the car alone dancing to "Time Bomb" by Beck. I remember wondering how this was all going to end, not the night, but our experiences together. Surely the universe wouldn't let the two most awesome people to inhabit it have too awfully much fun, right? We got back to the house and Dustin went to hibernate in the computer room. What a lame-o. You know what really pisses me off about him being a lame-o? He's super cool! We have a lot of the same interests! We could have been BFF! So it goes... Dave stayed and distracted us while we tried to finish Re-Animator (which we STILL need to re-watch, hint hint.). I was totally hungry and tried to abbreviate. I said "man, I am totes hung". After LOLs were had, Moonda and I for one reason, and Dave for another, he suggested that I have a leftover chicken something-or-other in the fridge. I bit into it and thought I had bitten into a gristly part of the chicken. Come to find out, I had snapped the fake cover off of the end of my chipped front tooth. I had chipped it when I was a very young lad and had it covered. I still haven't gotten it re-covered. Moonda says it adds character.
Being that Dave was super drunk, it didn't take long for him to leave us alone. Moonda and I popped "Vol. 1" into the DVD player and listened to it through the TV. We drank soooooo much whiskey it was ridiculous. We laid on the couch for what seemed like forever, making out and other such things. It was amazing. I felt like I hadn't felt in years. I felt alive again. Not just because of the intimacies, just being around Amanda made me feel like I wasn't so dead anymore. Nothing mattered when we were there. The world could have collapsed around us and it wouldn't have mattered.
Moonda:
I woke up Saturday afternoon drooling all over myself on a couch, and looked across the room at the other couch that Tucker was sleeping on. A very tired, and quite hung over, Tucker asked what I was doing all the way over there... then Dave walked in. I decided it was time to take my liability home. After I dropped him off, I headed back to my abode. In the next two days, I was to make a startling life decision. Long story short, I dropped the baggage Sunday night. I didn't talk to anyone aboot leaving Dave, I just did it. I had left him so many fucking times before, but he always said or did something to make me feel bad, or sorry for him. This time, however, there was nothing he could do or say. If he hadn't of done what he did (I promised not to tell anyone) I probably would have stayed with him simply because I didn't want to hurt him. He was my best friend at the time. However, things came to the surface and we both realized that we weren't good for each other. Even though talking to Dave today you'd think I shot his dog, took his money, slashed the tires on his dually diesel, and told him his tractor wasn't sexy.
I called Tucker Sunday, after I broke up with Dave, and told him what I had learned, and what had gone on since I had seen him last. I had nowhere else to go, so I was sitting on the back porch of my and Dave's house. Dave comes out and tries to get me to change my mind. The rest of my night consisted of me trying to keep him off of me and away from me. I could see that I had to get the fuck out of this situation... FAST. That night, I had to stay at the house with Dave, I slept on the couch. I laid awake and thought aboot what great adventures I would have in this new chapter of my life. I decided to call my new chapter: "Ladder, man falling off of" I was uber excited.... even more excited than I was at my first *N Sync concert! The next day I packed up a bunch of shit and went to work. I told my manager that I wouldn't be able to come to work tomorrow because I needed to find an apartment. Everyone was totes cool and even invited me to stay with them till I found a place. There was one place that I wanted to go, and one person I wanted to see. North Pole and Santa. After my winter adventure, in my mind, I got off of work and went to Tucker's. He had invited me to stay at his place that night... he said he wanted me to find an apartment closer to his house so awesome friends, such as ourselves, wouldn't have to drive so far to see each other.
I got off of work and went to have myself a good time. I was single, yo! I had to see what new trouble there was to get into! I brought over the brilliant movie 'Hot Rod' and we had a realllllly good time watching it. The movie started and Tucker was on one side of the bed and I was on the other.... It was funny noticing us get closer and closer throughout. The entire time Tuck and I knew each other before this evening, I had a boyfriend... To an extent, it didn't matter, but now that I was single.... things came a bit more easily. Things happened and bodily fluids were exchanged, conversations were had and liquor flowed freely. In short, it may have been one of the best times ever!
We kept what we did behind closed doors our business. I didn't want anyone to know. It mattered to much to others what we were doing. Tucker didn't care who knew, I liked that aboot him, and hated it at the same time. He understood where I was coming from in the whole "secrecy" department and we kept the BFF charade up really well for awhile! Looking back now, I can see how people knew that we were more than I was willing to confess. Our need for each other seeps out of our pores. People knew that two awesome people, such as Tuck and I, would naturally be attracted to each other. It's hard to find someone in this day and age that can complete and compliment each other so perfectly as we do.
The next day I went looking for an apartment whilst my new playmate was at work. With a minimal amount of effort, I found an awesome new pad to make memories in. That night, I wanted nothing more than to have my buddy over to fuck... and hang out.... but still fuck. Instead, I spent my first eve in my first apartment with my best friend, Dustin. We had good times. I can't remember exactly what we did... I know there was pizza ordered and mean jokes aboot Tucker... but I can't seem to recall anything of any importance. The next night, Dustin was staying the night, yet again, but this time Tucker and Kenny came over. Kenny was fucking sloshed.... so we drank more. Dustin went into my room to hide/ fall asleep/ be a bitch. The guys and I had an awesome time sitting on my floor with nothing in the room but a futon, computer, and a TV. We had some convo and then decided to play some music. Let me tell you, Dustin HATED my new taste in music. He knew that Tucker made me a couple of CD's and he knew that I dug the music. I played Tucker's CD's all the time... and thought of what Tuck and I had done during the songs as well.... Dustin was jealous. As soon as Kenny, Tucker, and I started playing some Justice, Dustin was banging on the walls telling us to shut up. Tucker and Kenny couldn't believe what a bitch my "friend" was being. It was my first weekend in my new place and my babysitter was in the next room trying to kill my buzz. It was a bit frustrating. We were loud and obnoxious and I went into the room and told Dustin if he couldn't handle it he should leave. I was done with people telling me what to do and what not to do. I had two new friends in the living room that didn't want to control me. That's how a friend should be... not an obsessive, love-struck, punk-bitch.
We had good times, Kenny left, Tucker and I popped in my fav movie, 'Dog Soldiers', but didn't get to finish it.... we fucked on my futon with Dustin in the next room. The next morning I woke up to sunlight hitting my face. I realized Tuck and I were nakie and hurried to get dressed before Dustin woke up. I didn't need a lecture from him. Alas, he had already woken up and seen us laying together.... nude. HA! Well, it was kinda funny.
Tucker and I continued our BFF(FB) status and we would hang out at my apartment or sit on his back porch sippin whiskey with Kenny and Tobes. I totes loved hangin out with these guys and I def didn't want the rest of the "back-porch crew' to know what Tuck and I did in our moments of alone time... That shit makes things awkward, ya heard? Tobes, however, totally knew... *ahem*, next track....
One night I had a male friend of mine over (let's call him Bob) and we were flirting around. Tuck was hanging out with us and he started acting a bit strange... I had no fucking clue why Tuck was being so weird... It got late, and neither one of the boys wanted to leave my apartment. I knew that if I wanted to fuck Bob, I would have to drive Tucker home, and I had been drinking.... so I told Mr. Bob to come back the next night and we could be alone. As I was telling him this, he grabbed me a started making out with my face. 'Twas a nice kiss. However, I look over and poor Tucker looks like his hearts just been ripped out and stomped on. I didn't get it... we were just friends that fucked... right?.. Why did this bother him... more importantly, why did it bother me? Yeah, the kiss was nice and all, and Bob was A-OK ready to go... I'd wanted this guy for awhile... but, for some reason, I couldn't get the expression on Tuck's face outta my head. I walked Bob to the landing and he came in for some smooches and titty-grabbin... I tried so hard not to think of Tuck and just fucking make out with Hotty-McHot-Pants...
I went back inside and Tucker was being unusually cold to me. I tried talking to him, but he kept saying he didn't know what was wrong. A fight ensued aboot how weird he was being and I stormed off into my bedroom. A very sad Tucker stood in the doorway, the light behind him creating an eerie glow outlining his beautiful body.... then it hit me.... I sat straight up and said: "Oh my god you're in love with me." His response was: "Probs, maybes, most likes...... yes." Holy shit-balls.... I got fucking pissed. I mean I was livid! What right did this man have to fall out of the sky, into my life, make me the happiest I'd ever been, treat me like a fucking queen, and...... and... wait... why did i think this was bad??... I knew I had feelings for this kid, but I didn't need the 'L' word to come into this!! That shit just complicates fuck. I couldn't take him home so we slept in different rooms. The next day I drove to work and didn't have time to drop Tucker off at home, so he took my car. Whilst I was at work trying to figure out my brain, Tucker wrote an amazing song titled: Canadian Mist. He showed it to me when I got off of work.... I told him I fucking hated it and it was the worst shit I'd ever heard, ever. Thinking aboot it know, that probably hurt....
I tried so fucking hard to stay away from the man that was in love with me. I pleaded with him to take it back and make things how they use to be. He said he couldn't take it back... and he wouldn't if he could.... but he promised that he wouldn't say it again.... he just wanted me to know it was there, and I've got it if it makes me feel good. I went on aboot bad timing and blah blah.... *sigh* I ran, ran, ran.... Then, one night he came over and I swear to everything that is good, we had the best sex ever... I'd never had good, slow sex... but this kid... my god... I couldn't ignore how I felt aboot him anymore... I had actually made love to someone instead of just making fuck... The next day, as I left for work, I said, "Tucker I love you...." He said, "I know."
To be continued...