the night…cleaning the graffiti from the bathroom stalls. Pete gave me some gray paint and a little brush and left me to it. Rita gave me instructions to let her know anything juicy written up there. Jenny smiled and wished me good luck.
I sighed.
I started with the women’s, thinking it would be less offensive than the men’s, and really not wanting to walk into the men’s room anyway.
There were three stalls, and all of them had pen and sharpie scribbles on the inside and the outside. I sighed again and wished they had just given me a roller. This was going to take awhile.
Some of the stuff was innocent enough: I love Chris, A.M + T.L, Sara was here, TLF, I hate vodka, go home, you’re drunk (I had to chuckle at that one). But a lot was less innocent: I’m horny, I wanna screw tonight, my boyfriend gives it good, random swear words. And then some were directed at people I knew: Sam makes me hot, I love Jenny (hmmm, I wondered about that one, since I was in the women’s room), Rita’s a skank (I chuckled, wondering if that was the juicy gossip she wanted to hear).
And finally, a huge portion was directed at the four band members. It surprised me at first, but then I thought it made sense, since they played here so often…and were attractive, I guess.
Griffin’s were the most explicit. I couldn’t even read them fully. Blushing, I covered up the extremely graphic words of just what girls had either done to him, or wanted to do with him, as quickly as I could.
There was even an exceptionally vivid drawing of an act so absurdly crude, that I worried how long it would stick in my head. I sighed, knowing I was going to blush the next time I saw Griffin. He would probably love that.
Matt and Evan’s tributes were more subtle. Girls wrote in adoration for Evan: I love him, I want him, marry me. Girls wrote with praise for Matt: Damn, he’s hot, he can pluck me any day, Matt rocks me.
But of course, the largest portion of all the graffiti was directed towards Kellan. From the sweet: Kellan loves me, Kellan Forever, future Mrs. Kyle…to the not so sweet. Apparently, Kellan had been right when 46
he said that women responded to his sexual nature. The markings where quite graphic, almost as much as Griffin’s, of just what they wanted to do with him. There was also a section of comments that seemed to already have intimate knowledge of him. Whether real or not, theirs were the most explicit: Kellan licked my… (I brushed out the near paragraph on exactly what had been licked), I blew Kellan’s… (whoa, really now), for a good time call… (I blinked, that was actually our phone number. I quickly brushed it out), Kellan shoved his… (ugh, I didn’t even bother reading that one). I was already going to have horrid visions of Griffin. I didn’t need them about my roommate too.
I finally finished with the women’s room and made my way over to the men’s, no longer worried about it. There was no way it was cruder than the stuff the girls had come up with.
Jenny sweetly gave me ride home after work and, even though I tried to be quiet, Denny woke up when I entered our room. He patiently listened to stories of my first day and then regaled me for at least an hour on his new job. He was in heaven and I couldn’t have been happier for him.
Denny, Kellan and I, quickly fell into an easy routine at home. Kellan was almost always the first one awake, and there was usually a fresh pot of coffee waiting for me when I finally shuffled into the kitchen. We chatted companionably, sipping our java as Denny showered and got ready for his day at work.
Denny insisted that I didn’t have to wake up with him, since I got home so late on nights I worked, but I loved seeing him off every morning. He was all smiles when he left. He was having way too much fun at his new job and I was elated for him. After he was gone, I had a lot of time to myself. And even though I was getting anxious at the thought of school beginning
I sighed.
I started with the women’s, thinking it would be less offensive than the men’s, and really not wanting to walk into the men’s room anyway.
There were three stalls, and all of them had pen and sharpie scribbles on the inside and the outside. I sighed again and wished they had just given me a roller. This was going to take awhile.
Some of the stuff was innocent enough: I love Chris, A.M + T.L, Sara was here, TLF, I hate vodka, go home, you’re drunk (I had to chuckle at that one). But a lot was less innocent: I’m horny, I wanna screw tonight, my boyfriend gives it good, random swear words. And then some were directed at people I knew: Sam makes me hot, I love Jenny (hmmm, I wondered about that one, since I was in the women’s room), Rita’s a skank (I chuckled, wondering if that was the juicy gossip she wanted to hear).
And finally, a huge portion was directed at the four band members. It surprised me at first, but then I thought it made sense, since they played here so often…and were attractive, I guess.
Griffin’s were the most explicit. I couldn’t even read them fully. Blushing, I covered up the extremely graphic words of just what girls had either done to him, or wanted to do with him, as quickly as I could.
There was even an exceptionally vivid drawing of an act so absurdly crude, that I worried how long it would stick in my head. I sighed, knowing I was going to blush the next time I saw Griffin. He would probably love that.
Matt and Evan’s tributes were more subtle. Girls wrote in adoration for Evan: I love him, I want him, marry me. Girls wrote with praise for Matt: Damn, he’s hot, he can pluck me any day, Matt rocks me.
But of course, the largest portion of all the graffiti was directed towards Kellan. From the sweet: Kellan loves me, Kellan Forever, future Mrs. Kyle…to the not so sweet. Apparently, Kellan had been right when 46
he said that women responded to his sexual nature. The markings where quite graphic, almost as much as Griffin’s, of just what they wanted to do with him. There was also a section of comments that seemed to already have intimate knowledge of him. Whether real or not, theirs were the most explicit: Kellan licked my… (I brushed out the near paragraph on exactly what had been licked), I blew Kellan’s… (whoa, really now), for a good time call… (I blinked, that was actually our phone number. I quickly brushed it out), Kellan shoved his… (ugh, I didn’t even bother reading that one). I was already going to have horrid visions of Griffin. I didn’t need them about my roommate too.
I finally finished with the women’s room and made my way over to the men’s, no longer worried about it. There was no way it was cruder than the stuff the girls had come up with.
Jenny sweetly gave me ride home after work and, even though I tried to be quiet, Denny woke up when I entered our room. He patiently listened to stories of my first day and then regaled me for at least an hour on his new job. He was in heaven and I couldn’t have been happier for him.
Denny, Kellan and I, quickly fell into an easy routine at home. Kellan was almost always the first one awake, and there was usually a fresh pot of coffee waiting for me when I finally shuffled into the kitchen. We chatted companionably, sipping our java as Denny showered and got ready for his day at work.
Denny insisted that I didn’t have to wake up with him, since I got home so late on nights I worked, but I loved seeing him off every morning. He was all smiles when he left. He was having way too much fun at his new job and I was elated for him. After he was gone, I had a lot of time to myself. And even though I was getting anxious at the thought of school beginning
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