My Twin Flame Romance — Part Six

The Rest Of That Con of ‘99

Kiki Lu Johnson

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If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest you do that now. There’s some important disclaimers in there I just don’t feel like repeating — so check it out and come back here when you’re done. Kthx.

*** This story involves underage drinking and other things that happened, but probably shouldn’t have. It’s not an endorsement of those activities.

After such a disgusting display by Rod, I didn’t want to deal with anyone. Going back to my room was the best idea, and I took no shortcuts on the way there. Once inside, I slammed the door and flopped on the bed — true 90’s-teenager style.

Not five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Shelly and Donna (another friend/schoolmate) had left for one reason or another, and Erik was finally free from their clutches.

Oh, but I didn’t let him off that easily.

There was a heavy back-and-forth to justify what the hell happened. Who was she, why was he being so cold? At the time, he told me she was a friend he thought might become something more — but it was proving to be far too much work.

She wasn’t as “laid back” as I was. ;)

The More You Know

Many years later, I found out more about this situation. But you get to learn those things now instead of waiting a decade and a half like I did.

First off, Erik was never a great communicator.

He had difficulties with speaking and expressing his thoughts as a child, and this made him a lot more stoic than he really was in those confusing teenage years.

And trying to gain friends — much less a girlfriend — was significantly harder with that limitation.

After trying to court this chick for about a year, he had finally had his first sexual relationship. Just…not with her. And though the summer’s end had granted him a free pass to pursue her again, this was the weekend he realized something was missing. Something important.

He simply couldn’t be himself around her. He smoked, but to let her know that would cross him off her list. He couldn’t curse…

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Kiki Lu Johnson

Mother, erotica/romance writer, and gamer. Loves philosophy, psychology, comedy, and of course- sex!