Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) Read Free Page A

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school and it was February 16, 2003, my eighteenth birthday. My parents had a
party for me with a bunch of kids from our class and of course, Lyrics spent
the whole time in the kitchen with my mom getting everything ready. My mom
became her mom. Mom never called her Lyrics; she always called her Dylan. While
the other girls were going to the mall and getting their make-up done, Lyrics
was helping her dad on the farm. That night, when Lyrics was bringing a tray of
food out to the party guests, Mandy Lynch, the class slut said loudly, “Oh, now
I know why he hangs around with you…you are his maid.” I knew that Lyrics could
whoop her ass but she never even batted an eye at her. I flew across the room
and told her to get her skanky herpes-having ass out of my house right now. I
looked toward the kitchen and Lyrics was staring at me with sadness in her eyes
that I would never forget. I was livid! It broke my heart to see her hurting. I
asked everybody to leave and just wanted to spend the rest of the night with
Lyrics, my best friend. That night was the first that my parents allowed us to
sleep in the same bed. She slept over often, but always in the guest room. We
wrote and sang songs until we both passed out, tangled up, completely satisfied.
         Tonight something clicked
in me and her lying here doesn’t feel so innocent to me. She smells like a
mixture of beer, cigarettes, and coconut oil…and it is so fucking sexy. I attempt
to adjust myself because it isn’t easy to hide the fact that I am rock hard
while she is lying directly on my dick! I realize that I have lost my mind so I
throw her off me and say, “I gotta go.” I cannot think of anything else to say.
         She looks at me as if I am
on fire and asks, “What? Are you okay? I thought you were staying here tonight.”
         I smile and brush the hair
away from her eyes and say, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
         Lyrics says, “Let me
guess, handkerchief top girl text you?” I forgot all about her, but it was a
great escape. I smile and leave as quickly as possible.
        This girl has been my best
friend for sixteen years, what the fuck is wrong with me? Most marriages don’t
even last eight years! What is it about Tyler that made me so damn jealous? Am
I scared that she won’t be my best friends anymore? What the hell is going on
with me? Of course, I have wondered what it would be like to be with her. I am
a guy, best friend or not, I still have a penis. I see the way men stare at her.
She is five feet ten inches with a thin but muscular build. She rarely wears
high heels because she would tower over her date, but not me, I am still taller
than she is, even when she wears heels. Her eyes are blue and, as I couldn’t
help but notice earlier, apparently have lots of yellow in them. Her skin is
soft, not pale, but not dark either…almost angelic. Seeing Tyler’s hand on her
skin made me want to punch him. I just cannot wrap my head around why it is
making me this upset.
         I get a text. Lyrics. “Hey!
You okay Tan? You were acting weird tonight.”
         I take a minute and
collect my thoughts before I reply. She is normally the one person I don’t have
to think before opening my mouth to but I don’t think I want to tell her that I
had to leave because I had an overwhelming desire to taste her begging lips and
to rip her clothes off and bury myself inside of her! Not sure that would go
over so well. I reply, “Yea, sorry…I be trippin boo” When all else fails, turn
to humor…right?
         She texts me right back,
“Want to talk about it? I can come over right now.” I smile because she is the
one that would be there for me no matter what, when, and why I need her.
          I text her back, “Thank
you, that is one of the many reasons why I love you! I am fine. Sleep well.” She
replies, “Okay, see you in the morning...ILU2”

 
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