kiss me i'm irish

Young Adam lives in his own stupid teenage world. When will he ever wake up and smell the pimple cream? And what is the truth behind all the lies about his fake irish girlfriend Moose?
Is Moose a real name anyway?


5. the next one on the list...

Clara Courtney was tall enough for me to handle. She had a cute Scottish accent which made me simper. Clara tossed her hair over her shoulder with effort (it was pretty long hair) and made a kissy face. This girl knew how to play.

We got to talking over dinner. I had spent so much money on so many dinners, it was making my wallet almost too light i wanted to cry. "What do you want to do when you break out of high school?" Clara asked, her chin rested on her back hands, propped up on her red weenis' (or otherwise elbows but the word sounds funny).
"Write..." I lied, thinking that's how I get a girl. Tell her I want to be a writer.
"Write about what?" Clara glowed with such beauty.
"Yes - but about what?"
"I don't know yet. I just love English."
Clara looked bored.
"It's my favourite subject."
Clara yawned behind her bracelets. I panicked; broke into a cold sweat.
"You look - very - beautiful tonight?"
"Was that a question or have you not made up your mind?"
I could feel the sweat tickling in my boxers.
"Those lips...." I sweat even harder, "Are gorgeous."
"Thanks." Clara gave another toss of her hair and looked for a clock, I think.
"D'you want to get out of here? It's not so late."
"Sure!" Clara brightened up a little. Took one last sip of her cola and we were out of that boring resturant.

The next thing I knew, Clara was kissing me. We were on the couch at home, mum and dad were out. She was such a good kisser.
"You lied about being a writer didn't you," Clara whispered. Then the phone rang. I push Clara off with her shoulders and apologised like fifty times before picking up the phone.
"Hello, this is Adam?"
"Adam!" came a fractured voice. "You're at home? It's Gena."
"You're kind of interrupting something."
There was a pause.
"I thought you were OUT for dinner?"
"We finished dinner, we're sort of in the middle of something."
I could hear Gena breathing. Really heavy and hard.
"Oh!" She laughed. "So-ory. Carry on."
"No...what'd you want?"
Clara rubbed her eyes. "Who's on the phone?"
"Mum." I lied again. How good was my night going?  Besides the cherry lip balm kisses Clara kept giving me.
"Call me back, alright Gena?"
In the corner of my eye, I say Clara's eyes widen.
"Who's Gena?"
Shit. Why did I have to say her name?
I hung up the phone.
"Are you cheating on her?" I was surprised to hear Clara say. "Oh gawd, with me?"
"No!" I shouted. "No, she's just my friend."
"Then why is she calling you so late at night'?" I realised it was eleven.
"Clara, you have to understand. Gena isn't my girlfriend."
"But you lied to me about it being your mother. Why do you keep lying to me? To impress me or something?"
"No..." I rubbed my eyes. Clara had her hands around my neck. She gave me another full on kiss and pushed me into the pillow.
"Coz if you're lying to me, I'll make you regret it."
I had a feeling in some way, that Clara believed me. "Do you still like me?"
"Yeah. You're kinda cute."
I could settle for kind cute. After all, I was desperate for this Scottish girl.
So until one in the morning, Clara kissed me and I kissed her back. Until the morning when I realised I'd made a mistake.

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