Prude

Storm

Drunk, sitting on a bar stool at Gator’s Den, was not how I was expecting this night to end. But I am grieving for the perceived woman I thought Sawyer would be. I wanted to come home to have her stake her claim on us, as Carley did to C.H.A.O.S. I wanted to be needed by her just as much as she needed us, again like Carley and C.H.A.O.S. I don’t know why I expected Sawyer to be Carley. I guess I’m envious of her relationship with C.H.A.O.S.?

I’ll admit had romantic notions when, at first, JT, Jensen, and I were dating her. Then my mother and her mother hooked up. Carley and I had sex, and it felt wrong. She has become my friend and not a friend with benefits like Carley, JT, and Jensen. Just friends, almost as if she was an older sister instead. Someone I could idolize.

It’s difficult not to love Carley. She is easy to love with her caring heart, smiling blue eyes, and soft nature. She is the