This and That

"Kiss me."

“OK.”



“…”



“…”



“Come here, give me your hands.”



“Cute bra.”



“It is isn’t it? I got it last week. I thought you’d like it.”



“I like what I see.”



“...”



“…”



“Take it off, lemme suck it.”



“Yeah, wait. Goddamn belt. Wait. Wait.”



“Here, stop. I’ll do it.”



“No, no. I got it.”



“Can you do it?”



“I got it!”



“Make it snappy then.”



“I got it, I got it. There.”



“Oh, my. You’re already all worked up.”



“Yeah, well, you know, all that rubbing against the jeans kinda felt good.”



“Hahaha”



“…”



“…”



“I love you, Amie.”



“…”



“…”



“What?”



“I… love you.”



“…”



“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”



“That’s not funny, Don. You know I don’t like that sorta joke.”



“I’m not joking.”



“It’s not even remotely hot.”



“I really do love you.”



“Are you high?”



“No.”



“…God.”



“What?”



“You’re just making it awkward.”



“I’m making it awkward?”



“Yes, you’re making it awkward.”



“You’re holding my dick and you’re telling me that I’m the one who’s making it awkward? Isn’t that awkward in itself?”



“Damn it, Don. Why are you like this?”



“Why am I like what?”



“What you just said. Why did you say that?”



“Why? because I love you. Apparently I’m one of those losers who can’t just fuck a girl without developing any feelings whatsoever.”



“We’re not doing this.”



“You’re still holding my dick though.”



“I mean, you can’t love me. We’re not that.”



“That?”



“That… you know. That.”



“No I don’t know what that is. You gotta be clearer than that.”



“Let’s just fuck, alright?”



“You mean a relationship? Like being in a relationship?”



“No, I mean like being in a love relationship.”



“We fucked a million times already, and you don’t call this a love relationship?”



“No.”



“So what is this then?”



“It’s a fuck-relationship. We fuck. We never made love. We just fuck.”



“But I love you.”



“Please, Don. Come on.”



“No, I do love you. I’ve thought about it for quite some time, and I’m seriously in love with you.”



“I just don’t see you in that way.”



“What do you see me as then?”



“As a friend.”



“You don’t fuck with your friends.”



“It’s not unheard of.”



“Do you fuck with your other friends too?”



“No!”



“Well there you go then.”



“OK, we’re not just friends. We’re fuck-buddies.”



“That doesn’t sound too good.”



“Well that’s what we are.”



“Don’t I have a say too in declaring what we are?”



“I’m just stating the fact.”



“Fact? What fact? Whatever you say is a fact now?”



“Listen, we’re just this.”



“What about my feelings then?”



“Well, I’m sorry Don. I’m just… I just can’t.”



“Why not?”



“I just can’t.”



“You’re not giving me a reason.”



“See, that’s the problem Don. Love is unreasonable. You don’t have to have a reason to love someone, or to not love someone. You just do. But when you just fuck, you have a clear reason. You just want a release. It’s natural. It becomes more meaningful actually. Each of us serves a clear function.”



“What are you talking about? Of course you have to have a reason to love. You want to be happy, you want joy. No, you need to be happy. And I need you. I love you, Amie.”



“You’re just confused, Don. You’re confusing this with love.”



“Or maybe your idea of love is just overly ideological.”



“I’m sorry, Don… Look, you’re a sweet guy. I’m sure there are plenty of girls out there who’d love to date you. But I just can’t. I’m sorry.”



“Do you still love Charlie?”



“Don, please…”



“Answer me.”



“I don’t want to discuss this.”



“You do, don’t you?”



“Don…”



“Just tell me!”



“I don’t know, OK? I just don’t know.”



“You’re not over him.”



“… I’m sorry. It’s just so hard, you know… You don’t understand, Don…”



“Actually, I do understand. I think you don’t understand what you just made me understand.”



“Don… I’m sorry.”



“…”



“…”



“Hey, don’t cry now. Come on. I can’t stand seeing you cry.”



“... Don, I’m so, so sorry…”



“Stop crying.”



“… I’m sorry, Don. It hurts so badly.”



“…”



“…”



“If you want to cry, at the very least you can take your hand off my dick. It’s awkward.”



“Hahaha”



“Ah, we’re laughing now, I see.”



“Don…”



“Actually, you know what, I’m totally fine with you holding my dick. Grab it again.”



“…”



“You want to go out? Let’s get dinner. I know a cool Chinese place. It’s like in the basement of some mall in Chinatown. Everyone speaks Chinese, and the menu is in Chinese. You sorta have to guess what you’re getting. It’s pretty fun actually. It’s like gambling.”



“Don…”



“Yes?”



“Kiss me.”



“OK.”







End.