I'm writing this now smelling like cheap wine and cigarettes. I swear my friends went through at least 2 packs each tonight.

Tonight, considering it a Sunday the day of rest, we went and bought four bottles of the cheapest wine we could find (11.99) or something. It was cheap and not worth of my throat, but it went down anyways in all of the cheap glory it held. Giving me a weird drunk, I washed that down with a few bowls, we pushed the car into the sand (we went to crystal cove) - we had to have people get out and hold down the spikes so we could get in to one of my friends Porsche cayenne.

If you think about pushing those spikes down that can bust the tire of a Porsche that is kind of on the retarded side of ideas. We managed anyways. We played Deadmau5 (if you have an appreciation for music, you'll listen to the Mau5) really loud and almost ghost rode the whip into the ocean, also stupid. We played spin the bottle on the top of the car, tried at least. Maryland was there, from my previous previous blog ago.

We were forced to make out in front of the group of 5, which turned into about 14 when more people came. The attention was fun, we both bathed in it with our wine drunks and floating in cigarette butts. He tasted like stale smoke, I don't smoke cigarette's, so my maw tasted of mother earth.

Why we were so comfortable kissing before my very judgmental, wealthy, laguna beach friends? Well I'll Quinton Tarantino it for you:

After the blog -you me and the devil make 3- I saw Maryland again at another party thinger. Much smaller and the booze was not as bountiful. We had a chance to discuss what happened and I actually brought up the girlfriend thing before I got to intoxicated, I remember the conversation in brief:

Me: So what about [girls name]?

This was after I mentioned we f**ked and he just laughed and nodded.

Him: What about her.

Me: You kind of cheated.

Him: I guess.

Me: You guess, well people usually don't do that.

Him: I felt it was right.

Me: I felt it was wicked.

Him: Well you are quite wicked.

I wasn't sure how to take that, being called wicked. I know in like Canada or something they say wicked like cool, so I assumed it was that. Or if he was indeed calling me evilly wicked, well, that was a first.

After that we small talked, played beer pong with keystone, I think and then retreated to one of the beaches down the hill. We smoked some and sat on the beach and had a long discussion about how stupid my lit class is and if I'd throw a party since my parents are gone (which I did). We also talked about how attractive Bristol Palin is and why the MTV Movie Awards sucked and Andy Sandburg is unattractive and how retarded Nickelback is. But we all agree if we wanted to have anybodies voice, it'd be Chad Kroger's voice.

He proceeded to tell me in so many words that we should keep whatever this is going. I just nodded and grunted and he held my hand and spewed some preformed crap he probably thought of driving down here. I just said alright. He wasn't that impressed and frowned. I usually don't make any moves because that isn't me. My motto is if you really want some you'll come for it, if you don't, then you don't. So I went in and we made out for a while until the cops came and told us to leave. That was awkward but they were cool about it CUZ i haves a neic CAR.

We went back to my place and fell asleep on my couches in front of our TV with re-runs of family guy episodes. He was gone in the morning when I woke up. He text me throughout the day and I concluded he was pretty smitten. People are always like that with me, I'm flipping great.

Anyhow -- week continued, I threw that party and I wasn't as paranoid as I thought I'd been. Like running around the house preventing people from breaking stuff or messing up something. My mother has this keen sense to know when people whom are not welcome in her home (unruly teenagers) and what they did. I merely locked my room, parents room and my dads study.

Pulled out the ping pong table, I smashed face cause I am so pro at it, I should go Olympic. Beer pong, I think somebody had sex in my pool and then somebody threw up in it because in the morning it was an odd hue. My parents haven't said anything because as of now they are back. My dad found a stupid beer bottle cap under the WASHING MACHINE. When I got home the other night he had it out on the table with a note with the "?" character. I haven't confronted him about it yet, doubt he cares.

Maryland was at the party and we mingled with our associated friends, stole time away. He plays this game called: "Tell me something" which he'll say in this sultry voice and I'll tell him something then I'd reflect the statement. Sometimes it gets raunchy or dirty, we have been doing it lately at night until we fall asleep. Throughout the thing we text at the party, across the room; it really gets THAT gay.

I did not get that drunk that night because I needed to hold down the fort. The neighbors didn't call the po so in conclusion: victory. I still haven't figured out who had sex in my pool. I'm still investigating.

The next day I had to work on some crazy ass essay for my history class then went to LA to rave it up. Was so fun, Maryland went. I felt we had been spending to much time together and we might ware out the welcome of whatever was going on. We were with mixed company, couples etc. We got to the place and some alright djs were spinning. Dropped some Eden and danced away. At some point Maryland came up behind me and we grinded out asses off to some remix of deadmau5's song slip ironically. It was pretty hot, I'm a sucker for dancing, but it got pretty dirty and then again, if you're ever some person who is shy of dancing, go to raves. People will dance with you that are strangers and nobody really cares. You'll thank me later when you experience below event: V

As a matter of fact, I love grinding with people. The fact the body can mesh with another one perfectly, regardless of sex is well.. Pretty sexy. I felt at some point the focal point for the other couples in our group, Maryland grinding his ass all up in my business, leaning against my chest (i'd clock him at about 5'9"-5'11" somewhere there) and his slender hands gripping around my neck. Its pretty fun to just watch anything like that occur, sweat bands across our foreheads are dripping, eyes closed, the music is nearly tangible working its way between any sort of surface we create with our bodies. My thighs got tired but we kept going and the song lasted for a millennia.

Then before I knew it he turned and was now facing me, hooking himself into the grooves between my right leg, dry humping my pant leg, literally. He was excited and the breathing was hard. It was hot in the room and the other people dancing around us were quite slow in comparison to us. Trips on Eden, or ecstasy, if you will, are quite distinct to me. I don't roll often and I usually remember it, especially if it was this. The music was great and we were great, perfect even. Each gyration of his hips, of my hands on them, was perfectly with the beat. My face would bury itself in that tuft of brown hair, laced with sweat and the whole extraordinary way of the situation.

Eventually my hands went else were and cause his body to stiffen, arc and lean further into me. The night was great and lasted forever and a half. We left 10 pounds lighter and walked awkwardly due the camping session our pitched tents caused. The next night we hit up Les Duex, in Los Angeles. Maryland was there because some girl brought him. We didn't mind each others company and had drinks together. Got hit on by some cougars. We all ended up partially drunk at a Denny's, three in the morning, dressed in clothing that probably was not under three digits. It was something out of an eclectic, trashy movie.

He stayed over that night, last night before my parents returned and we had sex again. Twice. Before sleep and in the morning.

There was an intermission in the scene and I think I spent time with friends that are not as crazy.

That night a boy who will be called "Bond" text me. An old flame from school. It had been a long while since we had contact but I was swell for this kid 100%. That story will be my next blog, the whole situation is very intense and I have told a few people on the site in private. I have not replied to him yet and probably will this week to see what the sitch is.

Anyways - tonight happened and Maryland and I were able to spend semi-time alone from the rest of the hoard. He told me things that would make a introvert blush. I've always been hard pressed to show emotions but for a bit when I looked him in some new light I thought he was just great to look at, the way the light hit his face and the way his hands move to prove whatever point I was not paying attention to. I told him in the most romantic of ways to shut up and I kissed him before he could say (possibly) "I love you". If that had been the case I would've assassinated the relationship, whatever you call it, before any more thought could be put into it.

I know for a fact we don't and we can't. Love is way to powerful to f around with and if we claim that, well, that's another tier of relationship I won't touch for a while. At least for now. I know this will end when summer drifts away, he says no, but I believe it. I usually plan ahead, map out the basic road and if there are any obstacles, fine I'll get around them at some point. I usually never dismay myself, especially when it comes to rejection. I do believe in some form of karma and I always keep a positive attitude (which I think some of you should attain) it helps for a healthy mental lifestyle than thinking life is always woe. It isn't.

We are going to go out on some sort of official outing this week. I said dinner and he agreed. So whatever and whenever that will happen. I have concluded through careful calculation I like him well enough to not speak ill behind his back or look at another person in lust. Well that's a lie, but still. I wouldn't say I have become devout, I never do. People are devout to the Church of Chase, not the other way around. I've assumed the role of a solid lover, my style in public is classy and in private wild. We usually don't produce any form of PDA save for the making out tonight and our sex is not rabid (our other nonsense is ie: head, etc etc) which I am comfortable and fine with.

I've told people sex is not a huge factor for me. People tend to be shocked because I am quite physical in nature but really sex is a lot of work. And sometimes I don't like working. Those of you who require it, well, good on you. My life is still exceedingly better with or without. But in regards to Maryland and I, I would say we are some what of a "thing". I haven't heard about the other girl and I think she has been on vacation.

I surprise myself with this catch because he would be an exact reflection of my moral qualities, skills and attitude save a few different things. Usually I enchant people of a different persuasion (I'll blog about that later because I've been thinking a bit on it after a good discussion with a friend of mine). So new is good. I like new, like a new car or a new piece of clothing. Problem is usually those things find their way into a used car lot or the back of a drawer never to be seen again. This does not bother me, but I'm sure the mind set does bother others.

I just shrug and tilt my felt hat to the side and continue on. But as of now; right now, I enjoy waking up and noting to myself "He is mine and only mine" the thought is na