Title: Untitled
Author: Sen
Notes: I wrote this when I was sixteen years old, at the request of a couple of friends of mine, Katie N. and Briana S. So! Dedicated to said chicas. It's been a couple of years now, and I'm way too lazy to go back and edit it, or even proofread. What you see will probably always be what you get.

A boy's room is always messy, and Josh's was no exception. This room was dark, and would be pitch black if it weren't for the red sort of lava lamp on his bedside table. Crimson beads of light twirled and danced with opaque shadows on his ceiling.

Josh let his body drop to the side silently, her body rolling with him as she continued and kissed him, barely noticing the two pairs of blue jeans, pink sweater, and red Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt strewn on the floor along with a selection of small undergarments that had been stripped in a hurry. He glanced up at his lit red sky-like ceiling and his back arched up, like the London bridge and fell back down in surprise when she lightly bit his lip.

"Did you sleep with her yet?" Josh's friend asked as he glared disgustedly at his lady friend. She raised a dark eyebrow, her brown eyes flaring in anger. "Just because we've been dating for months now--"

"It's not like he has any other reason for that," he said icily, his blond hair combed in front of his face oddly.

She clenched her teeth and tucked her copper red curls behind her ears as Josh quickly answered, "Don't listen to him, he's lying. It's not even true."

She smirked. "Are you sure? Because I'm betting you're wrong, and that they really do want to know how incredibly bad and," she paused for dramatic affect, "unsatisfying you are."

Josh's face blushed scarlet and contrasted with his brown and blond streaked hair as the whole table with his friends exploded into loud, obnoxious laughter.

"You see, Josh," she said, leaning her head closer to his ear, her voice low and sultry, "you can fuck me, but you can't fuck with me."