Finding Our Rhythm

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Oh my god, it's you. Seriously? This is why I don't do blind dates.

Oh my god. Why did I ever agree to this? Hi.

Long time no see. Yeah. She must not have known that we already know each other.

Okay. Wow. This is awkward.

I can't really just peace out. We're already here for the weekend. Again, another stellar idea.

Let's have a blind date at a music festival where we're camping out for the weekend. Awesome. Oh, is that what she told you? She had a really chill friend for you to meet? The kind who liked doing outdoor festivals? Yeah.

Kind of the same story I got. Which, I mean, knowing that it's you, it's true. But knowing that it's you, it's also a really bad idea.

Oh boy. Fuck. The place is packed too, so it's not like we can even get another site.

Shit. All right. Oh, fuck.

So how have you been? It's been a minute. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to just sit here and ignore you? If you remember correctly, that was your vibe, not mine.

What? I'm just telling it like it is. Or like it was.

Yeah. I'm not the one who ghosted. I'm not the one who shut down.

I'm not the one who stopped talking and who went weird. So again, your vibe, not mine. What? I never said everything in your life was my business.

But as your best friend at the time, I figured if there was something going on, you would have said something and not just, you know, froze me out. I don't want to do this right now. Our friends are going to be back soon and I don't want to deal with this.

What? Subtle. I guess it makes sense if they thought it was a blind date, they would give us an hour or two.

But at the same time, this whole weekend was just a bad idea. Okay. So yeah.

No, no, I really don't care. It was a couple of years ago and I came to terms with it then. And my conclusion was that you're just a douchebag.

That was the only answer that I had. Cause you left me with nothing else. No, no.

Think about it. Think about it. One day we're road tripping across the country, going to concert after concert, staying in dive motels, having a fucking fantastic time.

And then two weeks later, you won't return my texts. You won't return my calls. And when I show up at your house to find out if you're still alive, you treat me like I have the plague or something and basically kick me out.

So yeah, I don't see how anything but douchebag is the right description for that. Uh, no. When you've been best friends for years, and I'm not talking six months, I'm talking like most of our lives, we grew up across the street from each other.

What the fuck? When that's the case, you don't just like peace out on someone, but you did. And then you fucking moved and that was it.

So no, I don't really want to know what happened. I don't care. I don't just don't fucking bother me with it.

So we'll just sit here for the next hour or two in weird silence. Thank God for, you know, earbuds and Spotify. And we'll just pretend that we don't exist to each other, because you're really good at that.

So I'll just try to match your energy if you're fine with that. No, no, you turned into a dick. Yeah, you did.

Whatever. Whatever. I just don't have the patience for this.

You're welcome to go elsewhere. I mean, this spot is pretty. Actually, it's a pretty good spot.

But there's lots of other people if you, you know, care to go. Yeah. You know what? I think I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna go.

I'll call her later and just tell her that I got sick or something. I don't want to deal with this. It's nice seeing you.

What? Why the fuck wouldn't I go? This is clearly not gonna work.

Okay. I'm not being combative. I'm not.

I'm pissed. There's a difference. And rightfully so, I think.

Do you have any idea how much it hurt when you fucked off? Like really? No.

No. I don't want to know. But from the look on your face, you're gonna tell me anyway.

So just fine. Fine. Just dude, fine.

Go ahead. Go ahead. Unburden yourself.

I'm already over it. So fine. If you feel the need to purge your soul to, you know, deal with your shit, go ahead.

I can wait 10 minutes before I leave. When did that happen? Okay, forgive my bluntness, but isn't that the kind of thing that you talk about with your best friend?

Dude, when one of your parents is sick, you don't just shut down. At least that's not how things worked between us. No, no.

When, when my brother died in the car accident, I didn't shut you out. In fact, I pretty much lived at your house to deal with it. And I didn't talk about anything to do with that with anybody else.

So yeah, it's kind of part of the best friend deal. I don't buy it. You didn't want to bother me.

What kind of horseshit is that? So you'll go on and on and on ad nauseum, by the way, about skanks that you hooked up with, and that ditched you or that, you know, had funky apartments or weird jobs or one year was bigger than the other or whatever. But when it comes to real shit, that's not what best friends are for.

What? Is he okay? Well, that's good.

I'm glad. I wish I would have known they probably think I'm a giant asshole. I practically lived at their house as a kid and never came by.

Thanks for that, by the way. Why didn't you tell me? I don't understand how there's more to it than that.

What? What is there? That's more to it than that.

Yeah. I don't see how our road trip has anything to do with this. If anything, the amount of time we spent together would make me more of a candidate for this conversation.

You were dealing with other shit from the road trip. You're talking about the night we got drunk, aren't you? The night we could have, but didn't? Yeah.

I thought we agreed to just chalk that up to bad mixed drinks at a sketchy bar and move on. I mean, we weren't so far gone that we made a bad decision, right? So.

.. What do you mean we should have made a bad decision? That would have been so much worse.

You wanted to. Okay, I mean, I know I'm kind of hot, but. ..

Haha, it was a joke. Chill. You're serious, aren't you? Okay, so if you felt that way, why didn't you say something about any of the shit you were dealing with?

Either of those situations we could have dealt with, and in fact, we could have dealt with both. I wouldn't have rejected you. Is that what you were worried about? Okay, I did not expect to deal with this this weekend.

Okay, look, I get it. I get it, okay? If you had come to me for support about your family situation, knowing you felt what you felt, it would have been hard.

If you'd come to me about the feelings first, and I had rejected you, you would have had to deal with the family situation and the rejec- I get it, okay? I get it. But nowhere in that equation did you give me any credit whatsoever.

No, you didn't. No, it wouldn't have been a bad call to tell me any of it. Why do you think it fucking hurt so bad when you ghosted? Yeah, it would have been a bad call to hook up while we were drunk, because you never know if it's real.

If I'm going to hook up with you, I want it to be while I'm sober and I know what the fuck I'm doing. And I know for sure that you know what the fuck you're doing. But that doesn't mean I didn't want to hook up with you.

It just wasn't ideal, right? In fact, when we got back, if you hadn't gone weird, that's probably where things would have ended up. Now that I know that's what you were thinking.

You just had to talk to me. So, we've been going through years of shit because you couldn't communicate for fear of getting hurt. Oh boy.

I feel like the universe is legit playing a sick joke on us right now. Is that a thing? Is that what it is? They're righting a wrong? Okay, we'll go with that.

I don't know, dude. I don't know. It seems so, I don't know, difficult to just think about this.

So, everything's cool with your family? Everybody's good? Okay, good.

I'm glad to hear that because, wow. Okay, so one issue dealt with. I'm still pissed at you for ghosting though.

It was the dumbest thing you could have done. But I get it. Overwhelm tends to make us make questionable decisions.

And I know you well enough to know that you're not generally a dumbass. You just have moments every now and then. Yeah, okay.

I can stop being pissed at you. And hang out for the weekend. Weird blind date.

Definitely one for the books. So, okay. So what, what bands are you excited? Okay, or that? What? No, I haven't been drinking.

Do I taste like I've been drinking? Okay, good. Tastes like toothpaste.

I did just brush my teeth before I got here. Good. Okay, why would you ask that? Fair.

Fair. You think we're gonna hook up? It is a fairly secluded spot given the fact that there's people everywhere.

Aww. Yes, I am in my right mind, are you? Good.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay with this. Oh, okay.

What are you doing? Sleeping bag, really? Okay.

On the ground. Behind the tent. Why don't we just go in the tent? Ah.

Everybody's shit's in there. Okay. Yeah, it'd probably be easier to explain.

It is kind of a neat little enclosure of trees and shit in here. I don't know how she found this spot, but she did good. Mmm.

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Mmm. Okay. Hi.

What? I missed you too. A lot.

Mmm. Mmm. Touch me.

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Yeah, I know, you always liked my boobs. And now you're allowed to touch them. Good.

Good. Ahh. Warm kisses.

Check. Ooh. Mmm.

Let me shift a second here. Yep. Now, adjust your hips between my legs there.

Good. Put your weight down. Ahh.

Bingo. Now I can feel you. Move your hips.

Mmm. Well, if you're gonna play with my nipples, at least rub against my pussy. Yeah.

Mmm. Oh, God. Oh, God, you're so hard already.

Mmm. Just grind against me. Oh, I never should have told you that.

Yes, it's still true. I can, I can come from my nipples. Ahh.

In the bra, okay? Ahh. Ahh.

Especially if you keep grinding that hard cock of yours against my pussy. Like that. Ahh.

Mmm. Mmm. You're gonna make it up to me by making me cum? Really? Are you not gonna? Okay.

Okay. Shutting up. Yeah.

Go for it. But we can't be loud, because there's literally people just 20 feet away. Ahh.

Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.

Ahh. You're watching my face. Is that weird? Ahh.

Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.

Well, yes, the way you're pinching my nipples is perfect.