CRINGE

Here's a short story I wrote in my screenwriting class. Re-reading this made me laugh so fucking hard, but the read is great. Here's a cringe worthy story.

CRINGE

We.

Were.

Fourteen.

But love has always felt right, regardless of our adolescent surface.

            Walking along the paved curb with no sense of time countering our decisions, we walked merely to occupy any time we had with each other before I my parents would arrive to my grandparent’s home where I was to stay until they got off work. So, we walked as slowly as possible allowing every rush of every car transmit a gush of wind that we would only hope to push us back so our destination seemed farther than planned. However, it was never like this. Time moves and so did our feet.

            Arriving at my grandmother’s house consisted of the same routine that was repeat daily. “Anak, did you eat? How ‘bout your boy-prend? You better eat that with rice.” Filipino grandparents are known for their constant worry that their grandchildren will starve to death right before their eyes. My grandmother is a persistent human being with the stubbornness of a bull. We ate to please her – we would never want her to die knowing we did not eat that day.

            Sitting so closely to him, the urge to just lay against his body just to feel the warmth radiating off his skin simply occupies my every movement. However, my grandmother would never allow such a thing because being in love at fourteen is “dangerous” and should never be allowed until after college. But fuck it. We are young, in love, and if I’m going to make mistakes, I want to make mistakes with this boy.

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The rush of tension glided through our veins as if they were ballerinas dancing to the violins of a symphony. Slowly the whimpers of my grandmother fell nimbly from swift and rapid to perished and silent with only the sounds of a Filipino teleserye impairing the silence. She fell into a deep slumber of exhaustion. Even the thought of her eyes lingering away from her grandchild and a young man within the same vicinity (let alone the same couch) would give her a myocardial infarction. Yes, a heart attack. But let’s definitely not hope that will happen anytime within the next lifetime. Dear God, bless her soul. With my grandmother in a what appears to be a sleep coma, queues of sexual tension arouse and I found myself making my way towards uncharted waters, or in better words – his dick.

I looked around dumbfounded, questioning why I would do such an act in my own grandmother’s living room with her present in the room. Unfortunately: you snooze, you lose, granny. So I placed my finger on the rim of the button that was holding his jeans tightly together and slowly unlatched it with a slight movement of growth within his pants that I caught through my peripheral. Zipping down his Levi’s 511’s, he presented me with the obvious. Fourteen with no sense of right from wrong, I placed my mouth slowly around the head of his penis and sucked that shit good – catering to the every need in as discrete of a manner as possible not to wake my sleeping grandmother.