I have one for you..., Alright, so... Options

[*Uronacid*]

This stupid girl AIMs me at 3am in the morning. Her name is Dani. She's the stereo-typical teenage girl who's a none conformist living in an "organized chaos" (her messy room). She's dropped out of highschool, has had a "horrible" life (so she says.. it's total bullshit.), is seventeen, and is on anti-depressants.

Here's my night:

3:00AM

She AIMs me... she talks about wanting to have someone to sleep with. So naturally I agree with her. I wish Holly was here.... we could cuddle... :]

Dani proceeds saying, "Well, we both want the same thing. Why don't you come over?"

I immediate stop her by saying, "um.. NO, but thanks for the complement."

She starts rambling on about how she doesn't want me to sleep with her, she just wants me to sleep by her side. I say no again. She continues to badger me telling me that she can't do anything because she just took two of these pills (muscle relaxers I'm guessing..). "Please", She says, "I just want to fall asleep. I can't fall asleep. Can you at least come over until I fall asleep?"

"Hmmm... I'll make you a deal.", I say, "I'll come over until 4:00AM or until you fall asleep, but you have to promise not to try anything." I make her promise me a few more things (to keep myself from being tackled by a horny teen), She tells me where she lives, and I drive to her house.

3:10AM

So I arrive at her house. She's wearing her pajama pants and a giant Adidas hooded-sweatshirt. Her pajama pants look like a black grid filled with bright pink squares, and her hair is dyed pitch black. She looks... emo....

She half heartedly acknowledges me in her presence (You know... like she's trying to be nonchalant in effort to be cool). She's starts typing away at her computer, but I'm thinking "Hey, you can't be on there. You have to goto bed. Hell, I want you to sleep so I can leave this place." So I tell her, "Look, you have to goto bed. You have been up for two straight days without sleep. So, get in bed."

She's so doped up on these f**king pills that she runs over to her bed room light switch, shuts off the light, runs over to her bed, jumps under the covers, and turns on her 13 inch bedroom television (a real boob tube). I sit down next to the bed on a cushioned chest placed at the front of her bed.

The room is a complete mess, and I have to push some of the "shit" onto the floor. Her room was absolutely disgusting. It was full of garbage and dirty cloths. Her bed was missing the curtains, reminded me of the black metal frame on the back of an army cargo truck with a missing canvas, didn't even have a bed sheet, and the comforter was loosing it's bright green color (it was dirty so it was starting to look more grey than green).

"I think you need to clean your room.", I stated as she swapped channels on her cable remote looking for cartoons.

"You sound like my father.", she replies in a shut-the-f**k-up tone of voice.

"Maybe, your father has a piont.", I say back.

3:30AM

It shuts her up for a while, until she notices that I'm not sitting next to her. "You know, you don't have to be such a prude. You can lay on the bed.", she says.

"Look, I don't really want to. I will sit, but nothing else."

I sit on the bed. She's begging me to lie next to her. I repeatedly say NO.. NO.. NO.. NO.. NO.. finally she gives up, and starts talking about how I shouldn't worry about what my girlfriend thinks and that I should spend the night. So, I get in this huge argument with her about trust.

We end up talking about all her problems, and then she does it... she puts her head on my knee.... "Alright, you need to stop. I don't like it when people touch me. It bothers me. I know that you have different boundaries than I do, but you need to respect my boundaries regardless even though they may differ from your own."

So she stops, and says, "You know... if you don't let me do this, I'm going to do something so much worse." Then she tickles me... so I immediately detain her. She's like 90 pounds so I grab both her arms, wrap them around her back, put her on her stomach (with her head nicely on her pillow), and sit on her ass while watching "moral oral".

"Look, don't bother trying to escape. Your doped up on muscle relaxers and you weigh about 90 pounds. All, I want you to do is goto bed. So, goto bed."

She stays there... struggling... 15 minutes pass, and she finally gives up. She's so weak, and she's laughing because of the drugs. It's pathetic. I let go, and she just collapses... Then she admits to wanting to have sex with me. I'm not really taken back by this. It's happened once before. So I say, "Look, you need to remove those thoughts from your mind. Because I will never have sex with you, or do anything with you... ever. You need to stop your crush."

"I will never give up my crush!", she immaturely replies.

"Well, then you're just hurting yourself.", I spit back.

"whatever...", she says in that I-don't-care-but-I-really-do tone of voice.

Then she breaks down. Completely looses it. Starts talking about all the bad shit she has gone through in her entire life. I look at her straight in the face, and say, "Look sweetie, it's unfortunate but life sucks sometimes... you're going to have to suck it up. Also, how does that apply to this situation? Are you just spitting all this in my face so I'll just feel bad for you and give you what you want? *pause* It's not working."

4:00AM

She begs me to stay, and then tells me how much she likes all these other boys... f**king idiot, doesn't she understand that I could care less as to whether she likes me or not? We wrap up conversation, and she begs me to hang out with her again. So I tell her, "I don't know. I'll get back to you on that one."

WHAT THE f**k DO I SAY TO THIS PSYCHO???!!!

[Kontroll]

Josh, you should of just got her drunk until she passed out. Maybe that's what you should do next time. Except do your shots in the bathroom so you can just pour them in the sink.

Then head for the door and leave.