Paramount
Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 44
Andy and Palma

Palma sat on Andy's bed, listening to tunes on her pink Ipod. Andy's dog, Buzz, rested on her lap, staring into space.

"Your dog is so cute!" she crooned as Andy walked in with two glasses of cherry coke. He handed one glass to her before joining her on the bed. Buzz immediately jumped out of Palma's lap and launched at Andy. The dog barked hyperly as Andy stroked his furry head.

"He's energetic, isn't he?" Palma said, petting Buzz as well.

"You don't know the half of it." Andy chuckled as he allowed Buzz to lick his hand. "He scares away little children from our house at Halloween."

Palma laughed delightfully. "That's funny."

 Andy leaned over to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks." she giggled. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"When you kissed me that one day at my house, it was my first kiss."

"Really?" Andy said, abashed. "Because you're really hot and have a fun personality."

Palma's cheeks flushed. "Thanks, but I'm just a shy person, that's all."

"Well, don't be." Andy promised.

Palma stretched herself out on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes dialed back into Andy's focus. Her lips quivered into a pleasurable smile.

 Andy stared at her for a moment. He couldn't believe that they were actually going out. The last person he dated was Jen Nguyen and her parents hated him because they felt he was a bad influence. His mother on the other hand assumed it was because he was white and marched herself down to Jen's house to tell her parents off. Jen's parents were the only adults he couldn't fool into thinking he was a saint.

 He took a sip from his cherry coke, and then laid next to her on the bed. He did this a lot with his girl friends. They would cuddle on the bed and fall asleep for a short period of time. It was a common thing they did sense eighth grade.

 "You have a really cool room." Palma admired, looking at his room decorations.

Posters of Marvin Gaye, James Brown, Michael Jackson, Tupac, Biggie Smalls, The Beatles, Marilyn Monroe, Mariah Carey, and many more were framed all over his light-brown wall. His soccer trophies were displayed in a glass case, an easel his mother had given to him when he was five stood on the other side of the room, paintings and drawings he had created himself were pasted on one side of the wall, and a small bed for Buzz sat in the corner.

"Thanks." Andy said sincerely. "Everything in this room represents me."

"It's like that for most people." Palma chuckled softly.

"You're pretty much right on that one."

And with that, he snuggled himself next to her and wrapped the camel colored blanket around both of them. And then as if a spell had cast over them, they fell into a deep sleep.

 

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