K.A. can’t come to the blog right now. That’s because since she finally agreed to give me a story, I don’t let her write anything else.
Hi. I’m Joey. K.A. made me up because Noah in Diving In Deep needed someone to talk to about the guy he was in love with. Never mind that I’d once thought I was that guy; K.A. didn’t care that Noah broke my heart. So I helped him—I’d do anything for Noah, he’s a great guy, he just wasn’t my guy.
But seriously, I don’t know what she expected. After creating an incurable romantic with a Masters in Counseling, she should have known I would be demanding my own happily ever after.
K.A. may be my bitch for the next month or two, but she didn’t exactly give me an easy ride. When I started talking (she says whining) in her head about how I needed a hero I could fall in love with forever (instead of my current record of 18 months, six days), she came up with Aaron. Excuse me while I have to adjust my jeans just from thinking about him—thanks for that K.A.—but it’s going to be a lot of work to convince Aaron about the forever part.
Anyone who meets Aaron can tell right away that he’s an arrogant prick. And he is. I’m not denying that. A hell of a fuck, but not so much with the social skills. And I would have fucked him and then moved on, but something happened the first time he kissed me.
I know, I sound like a Disney princess. But seriously, it’s always in his kiss. I’ve slept with enough guys to know the difference between a fuck and something else, trust me. There’s that moment when you kiss and it’s more than just this is gonna be fun, it’s everything inside you singing him. Like when I’m surfing and I get up on that perfect wave. Flying on top, hanging on just enough to let it take me for a ride.
All right, so I’ve thought that him stuff before. I was good at giving Noah advice on love because I fall in it all the time. Now Aaron knows all about commitment—you should see what he’s sacrificed for his brothers and sisters—but he doesn’t believe in happy endings. At least not the kind that go on after we’ve both come so hard we can’t see. He’s kind of stubborn about the whole happiness thing. So getting him to believe in love (when I’ve got such a shaky record of it myself) is going to be a bitch.
It’s not even easy to get to tell my story, since he grabs point of view away from me all the time, the toppy bastard. If I don’t wrap this up, he’ll be here in a second.
Hey you guys, any advice? I’m thinking I’m gonna need all the help I can get.