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Hate That I Love You

Two different people can sometimes make a bright explosion.

By Singster JonesPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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My name is Luna and here's my love/hate story. It all began when I was 19 years old. I was a very sexual being and may I add, really beautiful in my own way. I was confident and had a great personality. And suddenly, there was this 16-year-old kid who was a real pain in the ass. He was superficial, too confident (if you ask me), he always wore expensive clothing brands... you know, a real douchebag.

Where I came from, my entourage was a slight younger than I was. It was a small village on the east coast and no car would mean that the other kids around were the friends I saw most frequently. The young pain in the ass, let's call him Max, lived in the next village and was often with us. I remember exactly when was our first kiss. It was under a weak light source at the end of the beach. My favorite place in the whole world.

Few hours earlier, me and my friends were wrestling on a trampoline. The winner had to face the next in line. So me and Max had our turn in the "ring" and he did something special, and by special I mean strange. Each time he could, he licked me in the face. Oh yes, it felt as weird as it sounds!

So let's skip a few hours and come back to our first kiss. Everybody was gone except the two of us. I was about to go home but he wouldn't let me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close to him. At this moment I felt it, the love and the hate. He was everything I despised but at this very moment he was someone really different. He was sweet, romantic, caring, and I saw that he liked me. To be honest with myself, I liked him too. So under the light on the beach, he kissed me and I kissed him back.

Almost a week later, I saw him again. I was eager to be alone with him, because from everybody else's perspective, we still didn't like each other. We didn't want anybody to find out. We stole a few moments of intimacy when no one looked. Eventually, I was forced to tell our best friend Oliver because he wasn't blind. And let me tell you, our chemistry was very palpable.

One time, we were in the park with the twins and they borrowed Max's moped (remember that he was 16 years old), we were alone at last. He kissed me like the end of the world was coming and did some other things (I don't kiss and tell) and I knew right away it wasn't more than physical attraction. It wasn't sad, because I felt the same way. We were connected physically at a very intense level. I sincerely wish that for everyone, sex was fantastic. My pheromones were going crazy around him, but my heart didn't beat harder nor faster than usual.

The next time we met was in my car with three other of our closest friends: Naomy, Oliver, and Paul. Naomy went home early (two to go). Oliver went home after what felt an eternity (one to go). Let's talk about Paul for a second. He was the kind of guy who followed other people's actions, ideas, etc. He was a follower, still is. Most of my life, (he was still hugged by diapers the first time I saw him) I fought with him because he's done really stupid shit. He was stubborn and just a bit under the intelligence average. Anyway, that night he stayed with us until 2 o'clock in the morning. We were all tired, but me and Max were determined to have, what was going to be, our last sexual encounter.

It was August 14th and it was freezing outside. After Paul went home, me and Max played in the car for a while and took it outside. We did it in the woods, because the beach is maybe romantic, but sand + butt crack equals not a very good time for anyone. He gave me pleasure beyond expected.

After that frankly, I don't remember much. It ended like it began and we barely saw each other again. I was busy with college and him with whatever he was doing at the time. Me and him it was like an atomic mushroom. It started with a spark, grew into a painfully bright explosion, and died consuming all the light that it once made. I still think about him sometimes, not because I ever loved him, because I once cared enough to remember today.

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About the Creator

Singster Jones

I like to write about things that I witnessed or felt. But I like fiction too, it can be liberating. Writing is a big part of my life and I like to think that it's not only words on paper but kind of a second voice. Hope you like my stuff!

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