Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2011 01:46:42 -0800
From: xxcriticalacclaimxx@hotmail.com
Subject: Oh, Robin

Hi.
If you're younger than 18, exit out... OR ELSE THE CYBER POLICE WILL COME
AFTER YOU... :D
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	I was well aware of the potential trouble that I could get in if I
was caught, but I was willing to take my chances. I bought a
semi-legitimate fake ID off of a friend of a friend, and after much
procrastination I had decided that it was time to put it to good use. I sat
in my black Jeep Wrangler outside of the corner store. My best friends
Robin, Naomi, and Kristin had come along to support me. Robin was sitting
in the front seat tapping her fingers on the window along to the music that
was softly playing. Naomi and Kristin had unbuckled their seat belts and
attempted to get me riled up.
	"Dude, you've totally got this. You're a badass motherfucker."
Screamed Kristin at the top of her lungs. "What are you afraid of? I mean
come on, you're hot, you can totally pull it off..how old does it say you
are?" She questioned as she pushed Naomi out of the way and leaned in
between the driver and passenger seat to grab the wallet out of my hand.
	"Retard." Naomi playfully hissed.
	Kristin studied my ID for a moment. "Okay..yeah, you can totally
pull off twenty-two. Just act chill when you're in there." She beamed as
she handed the wallet back to me.
	"Hurry the fuck up because I need a drink." Murmured Robin. She
kicked off her shoes and stretched her legs up onto the dashboard. She
turned up the music and closed her eyes.
	"Listen, listen. You've got your information memorized, right?"
Asked Naomi. I nodded. "You're confident?" I flashed a smile.
	"Then go!"
	"Alright. I'm going to get an eighteen pack of Bud Light Lime" I
announced as I opened the door.
	"I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT." Yelled Kristin as she flung herself in
the drivers seat, almost kicking Naomi in the face.
	I walked up to the double doors of the store. I checked my
appearance in the reflection of the glass. I took a last look at my car and
saw Kristin's face pressed up against the glass window. I couldn't help but
laugh at how silly she looked- her nostrils were squished against the glass
and she was laughing like a fool. Her breath caused the window to
condense. I giggled as I pulled the door open.
	I checked out my surroundings and assessed the situation. I was the
only one in the store besides the cashier, who was a twenty-something year
old guy. He had a few tattoos on his arm, and he sported a tight black
v-neck. His face was angular and his eyes were bright. He looked incredibly
bored.
	 I smiled at him, and he gave me a glance-over and a quick nod. He
didn't seem like he'd be the kind of person that would question my ID, so I
proceeded to the back of the store where I spotted the alcohol. I grabbed
the eighteen pack out of the cooler, and almost dropped it because of the
unexpected heaviness. I'm a small little thing! I started getting nervous
as I walked to the counter with the alcohol, but I calmed myself down. "If
he tells you that he's not going to sell to you, just walk out calmly", I
reassured myself.
	 I took a breath and I set the alcohol on the counter. I stared
directly at him, I didn't break the eye contact out of fear that he'd be
able to tell that I was scared shitless.
	"ID?" He asked.

	I feel like he could see right through me. I feel like I have some
sort of sign over my head that blatantly stated my age. "HELLO, I'M 18
YEARS OLD" in bright red fluorescent letters. I pulled it out of my back
pocket, and set it on the counter. My heart started to beat violently in my
chest. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I held my breath as he
leaned closer to my ID. He analyzed it for a few moments.
	"Cool."
	I gasped.
	He rang up my beer, and we finished the transaction.
	"Thank you." I said in a daze.
	I walked out of the store with the 18 pack in hand.
	As I walked to my car I heard Kristin yell "SHE MADE IT OUT ALIVE."
I smiled as I realized that this was the first time that I had purchased
alcohol on my own. How exhilarating. I feel like I've accomplished some
sort of crazy task. I felt more mature. I opened up the back door and I set
the alcohol on Kristin, who had flung herself into the back seat.
	"How did it go?" The three of them practically asked at the same
time.
	"I wasn't nervous until I started walking up to the counter...I
broke out in a cold sweat when the cashier was checking out my ID. It was
easy, I guess. I felt like he could see right through me, though." I
replied.
	"Meh, you're totally chill. Lets get drunk." Said Robin smugly.
	The three of us noticed Robin's negativity, but I was the only one
that understood why she was acting so strange. When Kristin and Naomi
questioned her about it, Robin played it off on a fight that she had had
with her sister. But I knew what was really up.
	As I sat in the passenger seat, I looked at solemn Robin and
recalled the conversation we had last night. She had called me crying,
which scared the shit out of me. At first she was incoherently babbling as
she tried to reiterate the few hours leading up to the phone call through
sobs. I remembered trying to calm her down to the point where I could
understand her language, which took some time. Once she had collected
herself, she told me that her mother had found out about her sexuality.
	Nancy Marie Kane was a hard working woman. I never really saw much
of her, but from what I could tell, she never rested. She was stern and
serious, there wasn't a hint of happiness or love in her soul. She was very
orderly, and from the outside it seemed like everything in her life was
kept in perfect position- her house was absolutely spotless. She was
meticulous about almost everything: the books on her shelves had to be
ordered alphabetically, she created labels for the compartments in the
refrigerator, the dishes in the dishwasher had to be facing the same
direction, there had to be three logs in the fireplace at all times. Nancy
worked her ass off. She was rarely at home, and when she was, she locked
herself in her study to deal with business. She worked for a marketing
company, and her position dealt with international exports, so she traveled
around the globe frequently. Nancy and Robin only talked when necessary:
grades, Robin's car, and money were usually the topics of discussion.
	From what Robin told me, and from what I gathered from my own
observation, Nancy failed miserably at being a loving mother. Their
distance created a heavy void in Robin's life and she did a good job at
hiding it from the rest of the world.  Robin made it clear that she didn't
want to talk about their relationship, so we never brought it up.
	I listened intently as Robin spoke to me over the phone. Her voice
was shaking, she breathed into the speaker, and she spoke slow.
	"I'm listening. Tell me what's going on." I said, calmly.
	"She found out." She said in a hushed whisper.  She sounded so
fragile, so incredibly little. My heart went out to her. To hear her in
such pain made me as equally depressed. I longed to hold her.
	"How?"
	"She didn't tell me exactly how she found out, but I pieced it
together." She said in between a few sniffles. "I was doing homework
earlier at the kitchen table. I left all of my shit there while I went to
my cello lesson. When I came back my mom had reorganized all of it. I'm
guessing she went through my binder and saw the photo of us."  The photo
that Naomi took of Robin and I kissing appeared behind my closed eyelids.
	"So she brings it up during dinner. She didn't say a word until I
started to get up to bring my dish to the kitchen. She told me to sit back
down. And I totally knew that something was wrong. She just straight up
asked me, `Robin, are you a lesbian?' I just sat there dumbfounded...I mean
like, you know that I'm afraid of her.. you know how she is, Polly. You
know how fucking scary she is. I didn't know what to say, Polly. I just sat
there like a fucking fool, I was just staring, and all she did was stare
right back at me, and I started panicking and I thought that I was going to
fucking die, I swear to you it was the worst thing." She said, completely
out of breath.
	"That's all that happened?" I asked.
	"Yeah. I didn't know what to do so I just left the table and went
to my room. And now I'm here. I've been playing it over and over again in
my head and I just can't stop thinking of it. I feel so stupid."  There was
a pause.
	"I'm scared, Polly."
	"Listen. Listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. It's not the
end of the world. This can't be a big deal, she's a logical person. What's
she going to do anyway? She practically leaves you be all of the
time. She's probably just as shocked as you are, I'd give it a day or two,
let it sink in. Everything is going to be okay, Robin. I promise."
	"Are you sure?" Robin asked in the smallest voice.
	"I'm positive." I replied.

	"I'm changing the song Robin, this music is too depressing to be
listening to on such a GREAT FUCKING DAY." Said Kristin with emphasis, as I
snapped back into reality.
	"Put on Crystal Castles." Suggested Naomi.
	I started the car and backed it out of the lot, and headed towards
Robin's house.
	Naomi, Kristin and I danced along to the music all the way to
Robin's house.

	As I pulled into the driveway, I looked over at Robin as she stared
blankly out the window. I leaned over and grabbed her hand, gave it a
squeez, and smiled.
	"Cheer up." I said. She kept her face towards the window, ignoring
my affection. I gave up and pulled away. I didn't let her attitude get to
me because I knew that what had happened was taking a toll on her. I was
worried about her wellbeing, but I knew that she wasn't going to say
anything about it until we were alone.
	"Who's home, Robin?" Asked Naomi as she eyed the beer eagerly.
	"Nancy is in Arizona on business. My sister is probably already
drunk. We have the house to ourselves for the next couple weeks." She
replied without a hint of liveliness in her voice.
	"If I don't have a beer in my hand within the next forty seconds
I'm literally going to go fucking batshit crazy. Lets go." Kristin said
hysterically as she threw open the car door. She grabbed the beer and ran
into Robin's house. I chuckled at the fact that she didn't even bother
concealing the alcohol. That's what I loved about Kristin, she just did
whatever she wanted.
	"HURRY UP SLOW POKES!" Yelled Kristin. She had been waiting at the
door while the rest of us grabbed our bags out of the trunk. Robin jogged
to the door and unlocked it. I heard the house alarm go off as I walked in,
and the familiarity of the noise that the buttons made when disarming it.
	"Where are we drinking?" I asked the group as we ran up Robin's
stairs.
	"How about the roof?" Kristin suggested.
	"I'm going to freeze my fuckings tits off. No way." Naomi said.
	We changed into a more comfortable attire in Robin's room and
eventually ended up cracking open a few beers, relieving the tension and
stress from the previous school week. Our endeavors led us to the coziness
of the living room, where we blasted music and danced around. Robin made us
all a few cocktails with the alcohol that her mother owned, and for a while
we pretended to be sophisticated women with our drink in hand.
	We were all tipsy by 8 o'clock, but Kristin had challenged us to
shotgun three beers each, which we undoubtedly accepted. After we
shotgunned the beers we were practically finished off. Kristin's
inhibitions went out the window, which was more or less all of the time
(sober or not), and she did the silliest strip-dance ontop of the coffee
table. Naomi laughed so hard that her beer came out of her nose, which in
turn made me almost piss myself. Naomi passed out face first in the couch,
and Kristin was curled up in the fetal position on the kitchen table.
	I had the spins and I was fighting off the blackness but I longed
to be alone with Robin. I eyed her as she got up from the couch.
	"Want some water?" She asked, without looking at me.
	"Yeah, yeah. That would be lovely. Thank you." I replied.
	She had been giving me the cold shoulder all day. I felt like she
resented me for being half of the reason why her mother caught her. If she
hadn't been kissing me in that photo, she wouldn't have to be going through
this. It felt like shit and I wanted it to end because she meant more to me
than any possession that I owned or any person that I knew.
	I heard her drunkenly tinker around in the kitchen, grabbing
glasses from the cabinet, filling them up with water, stumbling into
something, and there she appeared in the doorway. She avoided eye contact
as she walked over to me. I stood up as she bent down to hand me my cup.
	"Robin." I said forcefully. "Stop whatever you're doing, I don't
like it. I haven't done anything." I said, as I moved closer to her face. I
grabbed both of the glasses out of her hand and set them on the coffee
table. . I stared into her eyes as she averted her gaze. "Please?" I
pleaded. I took a step closer and wrapped my arms around her. At first she
was limp, but after a few moments I felt her slide her arms around my
waist. We stood like that for a few minutes until I realized that I was
dozing off.
	I stepped out of our hug and grabbed her by the hand to lead her up
the stairs. We both had a hard time making it up. We both carelessly
stumbled all over the place, knocking into pictures frames, tripping up the
steps. Once we made it into he room I located my bag and searched for my
toothrbush, which was a challenge because I was drunk as fuck. Robin and I
brushed our teeth side by side. I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot. I
drooled toothpaste a little bit as I watched her beautiful blue eyes dart
around while she brushed her own teeth. Realizing that I had stopped paying
attention to myself, I continued taking care of my oral business. Robin
stepped out of the bathroom as I started washing my face.
	When I was finished I walked back into the room. The street lamps
were the only source of light- making it really difficult for me to see. I
saw Robin's figure on the bed. I stood there as I watched her pat the empty
space beside her.
	"Come." She whispered.
	I stood there, staring at her. I took her beckoning as an incentive
to strip, so with two graceful swoops I undressed myself. I was too drunk
to figure out how to unhook my own bra, so I ungracefully yanked it
off. She giggled as she watched my struggle. I threw my bra at her and
crawled into bed. I reached out to her, grabbing the nearest body part-
which happened to be her upper torso. I felt bare skin, which invited me to
explore more. Was she wearing sweats? I was going to find out. I dragged my
hand from her upper body slowly and deliberately to her hip bone. I inched
my fingers down a little bit to assess the situation. No sweats. No
underwear.
	We were both in the nude and that's how I liked it. I leaned
forward and kissed her neck. Robin exhaled as I bit down and reached for
her upper thigh- teasing her a little as I awaited for more confirmation
from her body. She adjusted her legs to accommodate me. I felt her spread
her legs, the invitation that I was looking for.  I knew exactly what she
wanted.
	My stomach was pressed against the right side of her body. I
wrapped my left leg around hers, so I could grind myself into her. I slid
my hand up to her crotch,



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