Notes: Just a humorous fic I wrote and finished. I guess it’s fluffy. Absolutely no angst… well, there’s some funny angst, I guess. :] Whatever. The teacher is just way too lazy to properly angst over his questionable sexuality.

Jun Ipsen

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I’m in love with one of my students. It really, really sucks. He’s in my second period Econ class and he might as well be the only student I pay attention to for that hour.

I didn’t notice him at first, though. In the beginning, I was getting ready for another school year full of an assortment of kids, half of them lazy bums, a few of them lazy bums but somehow able to get pretty good test scores even though they slept through a third of the lessons - and then, there would be those obsessive students, who just had to get 110% or their heads would explode. Sometimes I wondered what kind of parents these kids had; other times, I think about how amusing it would be if their heads really did explode. Uh... You didn’t see that. Anyway, it was the first essay assignment when I finally noticed him. It was, say, a few weeks into the semester when, with a collective groan, the class was informed that they were to write an essay on Commerce, due by the end of the period. I hadn’t planned on it, but I found I was just too tired to give that day’s lesson, completely drained from 1st period. I know I teach seniors, but for some reason the brats can’t get it into their heads that they’re eighteen and insist on acting like a bunch of five year olds on a sugar rush. Very tiring.

So, anyway, the period went by pretty quickly, and I was discretely taking a nap at my desk, thankful that these kids weren’t as immature as the others. Every once in a while, I would feel eyes on me, and I would look up a bit groggily, to see if anyone needed help, then go back to my dozing. Maybe, being a teacher, I shouldn’t have been taking a nap, but I didn’t really care. I was tired.

About five minutes before the bell rang, I called a halt to the writing, and asked them to turn them in on my desk before the period ended. I managed a sleepy grin and informed them that points wouldn’t be marked off if they didn’t finish, and they could talk for the rest of the three minutes. Then I went back to sleep - third was my prep, and therefore I could sleep all period. I buried my face in the crook of my arm, too tired to even acknowledge my students as they called goodbye to me.

Eventually, as it neared the end of third, I looked up, facing the stack of essays on my desk. Yawning, I stretched and reached for the first of many.

As I read through them, I idly noted any ideas the papers had in common, and I could tell who half assed it, who was over zealous, and who knew precisely what the hell they were doing. I laughed at some of the things they said in their papers - not because they were stupid, but because they were genuinely funny. I was slowly waking up, leaning comfortably back in my chair, sifting through the assignments, and recognizing a good class when I saw one. They balanced out perfectly; there weren’t too many of any one kind of student, and plenty of them had a sense of humor, especially, as a few noted, when their teacher began snoring during class. I was pretty sure I didn’t snore, and I made a note to inform them of this tomorrow morning, but I guess I had been found out, anyway.

Then, I found his paper. At first glance, it looked like all the others, and as I began reading it, it very much was like all the others. Then... then, I don’t know; something happened. Something happened, but I wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was the way his paper a total 180 after the first paragraph. Maybe it was the way it seemed to halt in mid thought, as if interrupted by something, like how when you read, and someone starts talking to you, then you have to read back over what you already went through, just to remember what was going on. But, instead, it was like he just kept on going, without trying to recapture his thoughts.

Maybe, though, it was the words I found at the bottom of the page, which had nothing to do with the essay at all.

Freedomn of choice.

To use your voice.

Not something that I've ever seen enforced.

And free to be meek.

But not to speak.

They looked like lyrics of some kind, but they might have just been a poem. I wasn’t sure.

That was when I was intrigued with Jun Ipsen.

He’s the youngest kid in my class - a junior, in a senior class. I would ask him why he was in my class, but I don’t think he’d answer. He never talks. At all, to anyone. He’s easily my quietest student ever.

The next day, when I passed back the essays (feeling much better) I looked at him. And I was stunned. How could I miss this kid? He sat in the back corner, eyes always downcast. Red hair. Deep red hair, a little past his chin, which I could tell he dyed, because the roots were dark. It looked soft, and slightly messy, feathered in two layers haphazardly. He was really pale - not in a sickly sort of way, but in a forgot-to-designate-a-color way, if that makes any sense. He was wearing tinted glasses, so I couldn’t see his eyes, but his eyebrows were the same red as his hair on the inside, then darker as they thinned on the outside. It was the prettiest face I had ever seen, on boy or girl. It was also the blankest, as I gave him his essay, and turned, continuing my way. I was stunned that I had never noticed him before this; just the simple fact that he had been in my class for weeks without my knowing astonished me. Somehow, thought, I managed to get through the lesson as normally as possible, trying hard not to look over at him. He was wearing black slacks and a wide studded belt slung over his hips, a white dress shirt that was untucked, and a black tie. The only color on him was on his face. I was strangely relieved to see that next to the starch white of his shirt, his skin was slightly golden. I was mortified, however, when I noticed that I could faintly see the color of his skin through the material of his shirt. (WHY THE HELL AM I NOTICING THIS?)

I couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse when the bell rang, and the students left.

Try as I might, I couldn’t not watch him all throughout second period. After a while, it got boring. He didn’t do much, except sit and look at his desk. Sometimes he did word, but only when he had a pen or pencil in hand. But, still, for the duration of teaching class, I kept looking over at him.

As the quarter neared, I made my usual seat change. At the start of second period, I announced that that there would be a change in the seating chart. Again, the collective groan. I smiled. They were too funny.

Of course, I informed them that I didn’t care where the hell they sat, so long as it wasn’t where they were sitting now.

So, I know I was lenient, but I found it amusing when a few lazy goofballs merely traded seats. Sometime during the commotion, I realized Jun had moved. Looking around, I found him seated in the first seat in the second row from the wall. Close to my desk. Way too close. Way, way too close.

Soon, everything settled down and I continued with that days plan - I was just showing a movie, and as long as they didn’t talk, they didn’t have to take notes. (I heard rumors that the kids thought my class was the easiest to pass... probably.) I took the chance to... yeah, take another nap.

Only, it was kind of hard, what with Jun being so close. So instead, I secretly watched him while I pretended to sleep. He still wasn’t doing anything, not even watching the movie. He had his arms crossed over his chest - I noticed he actually had a watch on some kind of band on his wrist. Not many students wore watches. Aargh. What the hell was I thinking? So what if he was pretty? He was a student! And seventeen! And a guy! Really pretty... No. No, no, no, guy, seventeen, student...

I can tell you now that I’m still arguing with myself about this, and I’m losing.

Fast forwarding. He always wears the same thing. The white shirt, black tie and slacks. The belt, the watch, and the glasses. One day, he wore a loose black tee.

I didn’t recognize him at first - then I saw his hair and almost choked. I had always wished he would wear something different for a change, but the tee... I had never expected him to... somehow, the shirt outlined the shape of his body, and made his skin even paler. Please go back to the shirt and tie!

The worst part was... I could see his neck. I could see it where it met his shoulders. Oh... crap. (I don’t know why this upset me... but.. looking at it...)

I was a mess the entire day, more so than usual. I pushed up my glasses a lot more than usual, and I was constantly running my hand through my hair, trying to find my place again, all because one of my students wore a tee shirt.

Isn’t life beautiful? (Please note my sarcasm.)

Somehow, I stumbled through the year, miserable, lovesick, and a complete wreck. I never saw him outside my class - it was almost as if he didn’t exist in the real world. Oh, god, what if he was a figment of my imagination? I was going crazy, one way or another.

Every assignment he turned in I stared at for what seemed eternity before, with shaky hands, I picked it up and went over it. The only time he ever got less than an A (no, I wasn’t playing favorites!) was when he seemed to lose interest halfway through and left it unfinished. Everything else was fine.

Then, I did the unthinkable. It seemed like such a waste that a brilliant mind like his (and so pr - no!) should be getting just a low C in my class, especially when he did so well on the tests. So what if he never did the homework... and only did the class work when he felt like it? He obviously knew the stuff. Or he was just really lucky when it came to multiple choice. (Yes, I’m lazy, all my tests are multiple choice, yay. Behold the power of SCANTRON! I would not have been a teacher in the early nineteen hundreds.)

So, anyway, the unthinkable thing... I began weighing the tests, just, you know, to see if his grade changed. Well, wouldn’t you know, he was now getting a moderate B. I messed around with the grades a bit more, but decided it would be suspicious if I made all the assignments he completed worth more than the others, so I left it with the tests, feeling sort of accomplished.

By then, of course, I knew (for sure) that I was crazy.

Not stark raving spasmodically mad, but more like I was a few something’s short of a something or other.

Okay, so I was a failure at teaching. It was only because of him, anyway. When he was there, I kept looking at him and trailing off, then acting like a complete dope in front of the class. The rest of the day, I missed him, and felt lost when he wasn’t around. Never mind the fact that he thought of me like all his other teachers, and completely ignored me. I was afraid of even talking to him, so I generally left him alone.

Hey, maybe I should talk about myself. Uh, I’m usually described, by students I overhear in the hallways, as “young, scruffy, and totally hot,” sometimes I’m “too pretty to be a guy.” What? High school students are weird, especially the girls. I don’t see why I’m so hot; I’m sort of tall, lanky, awkward as all hell, dark green eyes, not quite black hair, sort of tan, and I always look like a train wreck. I was too lazy to get a haircut, so it grew over my collar, unchecked, and my glasses (I’m farsighted) are always slipping down my nose. Mostly, I have no clue what I’m doing. Why I was a teacher, I would never know. It was one of the reasons I figured I was crazy.

I live by myself... it’s kinda lonely. No, I don’t have any pets or anything, again, the laziness plays a big role in this choice. I live in an apartment not far from the school on the first floor (too lazy to walk up all the stairs). I usually just walk to and from school. Hell, what am I talking about - I always walk. Too lazy to bother with a car.

I think I couldn’t definitely qualify as the weirdest teacher. And the sickest. God, I disgust myself. In love with a seventeen-year-old student. Aaargh! Yes, this is what I do when I’m at home - I sit on my bed and tweak out over Jun. I SUCK! Sometimes, though, I got the feeling I wasn’t angsting right.

I guess Jun didn’t feel like moving on the next few seat changes, or he just wasn’t paying attention (he had begun reading in my class... I had no idea what it was) when they occurred, because he kept the same seat. I didn’t comment, and neither did any of the other students, so I guess it was all good.

Throughout that entire damn year, I didn’t say a word to the kid, and not once did he look at me. It was really more like he wasn’t even in my class - we were complete strangers. It’s just made me even more miserable.

A little after the juniors had scheduled their next year, a note from the office came, requesting Jun. As normally as I could, I called his name (OMG! I said his name! I said his name!) and held up the note which he took, glanced at, and then left with, en route the guidance councilors.

I didn’t notice when he came back (lost in ‘I said his name!’ land...), but he startled me when he slid a piece of paper under my nose. I looked up quickly, recognizing his slim, pale hand immediately, and found him to be, I think, looking right back at me. I looked down at the piece of paper and realized it was a TA slip. He was going to TA for me next year...? Stunned, I numbly filled it out, signing my name and giving it back.

He took it without a word and went back to his seat, just in time as the bell rang.

I think I was having trouble trying to get this through my head...

Jun. TA.

You know what this meant, right?

Jun. Alone. Hour.

I hadn’t signed my name to any normal TA slip. No, I signed my name to the TA slip from HELL! My doom was sealed!

Summer. No Jun. Believe me, I saw the humor in that statement, but mostly I was having a hard time coping and I couldn’t decide what was worse - no Jun or Jun.

Maybe it was like that famous quote; to be, or not to be. Only my choice was to decide what was worse. Oh, wait, maybe Hamlet did, too. Hey, I was a History teacher, not an English Major! (I always did badly at English.)

Maybe the deprivation would make me stronger, or, I don’t know, make me realize what an idiot I was (even though I already knew this) and I would stop liking Jun.

I started thinking about why I liked him. It couldn’t be his personality. I wasn’t even sure he had one. It was definitely his face. His hair. His ski - I need to take a cold shower.

Okay, I thought to myself in the shower I was punishing myself with, I was in lust with my student. I’d been in lust. Um... thinking back, all the times I’d been in lust, I’d either ended up half drunk and in bed with them (no, I’m not a virgin) or totally turned off by something they did.

I don’t think either of those things were going to happen anytime soon. I was screwed. (If onl - nooo!)

So I tried devising a plan some next school year. Sleep was always a good way out. Yeah, except sometimes (yes, sometimes, it does happen) I can be too active and awake to sleep. Hm. Maybe send him on a lot of errands? Yeah! Just make sure we’re not alone together in the same room. Sleep and errands. Oh, and a firm resolve not to jump him! ... I stayed in that shower for quite a long time.

God, that summer was interminably long! The only saving grace was that I could sleep for days on end with the A/C on and I didn’t have to charge my clothes or take a shower. (I figured that since I didn’t go anywhere, there was no need - a shower and a change of clothes once a week was good enough.) The only time I left was to do laundry or go food shopping. Yes, three months of no human contact (pretty much) didn’t get to me. It was the naughty dreams. And I, like an addict, had to sleep constantly. (FYI, sleep = naughty dreams.)

This couldn’t be good for my ‘be strong so I can resist Jun’ battle plan.

I think the one thing I did all summer was go to the state fair. Yes, by myself. I didn’t go on the rides (they make me sick) but I did enjoy the weird displays and shows (some guy was hypnotized into stealing everyone’s left shoe). I’m kind of a slow walker, so it took me a while to go through everything of interest. It was all good until I saw a flash of red and a white dress shirt and black pants.

Holy FUCK. What were the chances that Jun would be at the Fair the exact time and day as me? Oh my god! He didn’t have his glasses on! They were in his pocket, clipped over the fold. But I was too far away to see his eyes, anyway. Damn. Uh-oh, I better run really fast in the other direction before he sees me... hey, wait, is he with one of my other students? As I tried to place the boy he was with they very nearly spotted me, and only a woman who bumped into me snapped me out of it in time; I scampered around the corner, breathing a sigh of relief. This sucked.

I practically jumped a foot when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I spun around, face to face with... Dave, I think was his name. He was a dark haired student of mine, and the boy I had seen with Jun.

After my initial startlement, I tried to act normal - I was pretty sure I did okay. Dave asked if I had been having a good summer, and I said that it was as good as it was going to get - mostly, I just slept, anyway. He laughed and said that sounded like him - then he gestured casually over to Jun, who stood a few feet away, watching a band perform across the way, looking completely at ease, and totally ignoring me and Dave. Uh, yeah, Dave gestured to Jun and said he had gotten off his ass to drag his friend with him to the fair. Apparently, Jun didn’t leave his house much, either. (We should make a club.)

I flicked my gaze over to Jun, as if just seeing him (and I immediately regretted it), and trying to remain normal. (Ha, good freakin luck.)

I can tell you right now how relieved I was when Dave said bye and moved on. I can also tell you that I went straight home. Please don’t ask what I did.

After the fair, I didn’t leave my apartment again for a while.

I think that was enough Jun for the summer.

First day of the new school year was fast approaching. I was already in my classroom, of course, getting ready and organized for the time ahead (I might be a constant mess and a little ditzy, but I’m quite organized). Maybe I wasn’t as hurried and frantic as the other teachers, but I was sort of grateful for that. I may be weird, but they were plain crazy.

When the day came, I knew I was screwed thoroughly.

I wasn’t ready for this. Three months to get over a year’s obsession? Not friggin likely!

But, try as I might to convince it otherwise, the day was upon me. Was it just me, or were first period kids like preschoolers?

I just sort of sat at my desk, rocking back and forth until my new students began giving me weird looks. So I stopped rocking and started jiggling my leg with a far off look in my eyes. Screwed, screwed, screwed, I was screwed, screwed, screwed...

I guess first period ended and second period began, but I wasn’t really even paying attention. These kids were a lot more subdued and just looked at me. A girl burst out crying because I didn’t say a thing the entire period. Maybe she thought I was trying to psyche everyone out or something. I could feel bad later. It was third period.

OH GOD.

I jumped up, out of my chair for the first time since school began, and headed towards the door, halfway there when he came through, backpack hanging off one shoulder... ah... still wearing his normal ensemble... graceful... alone... close... HINICETOMEETYOUGOTTAGETSOMECOFFEE(ANDTHEHELLAWAYFROMYOU!)

Run out the door, down the hallway and towards the faculty lounge to down a pot of coffee. It was too late to remember that coffee gave me the jitters and most certainly did not calm my nerves. Oh well. The rest of the day was going to be interesting.

So, my first day with Jun didn’t go well, involving me running screaming (practically) from the room before he even got there. I made a note to myself to build up some sort of self-control, and at least make it to five minutes in his company. Alone.

He was gone by the time I came back, when I realized the bell had rung.

Greaaaat. You know how they say first impressions are the most important? Well, most likely they are, since I seem to mess up the most important things a lot. I remember my graduation day. I over slept and was late. My first interview? I forgot to do my laundry, and wore rumpled clothes, and my socks didn’t match. First time I ever took a girl out on a date, I accidentally tripped her and I had to take her to the hospital to get stitches. One time, for Halloween, I ended up having to buy this kids Halloween costume cause I burned up the original... that was seriously an accident.

Well, anyway, one thing was for sure.

Tomorrow was another day. With Jun in it.

Well, make that two.

I was really hyper.

I think I was doing very well.

Except for the fact that I had to physically stop myself from reaching out to Jun when his back was turned... or staring at his butt... touching him.... uh. Bad me.

Okay, anyway, I managed to keep myself in check better than I had thought I would.

Then... came... the day....

I really hate putting things up in my classroom. I mean, really hate it. With a passion. But, somehow, for some reason, I end up putting one new thing on my wall each year. This year’s thing was too big and floppy for just me to handle, but I was determined (a very rare thing in me) to do it. By myself. Staple staple staple staple. OW! Shit, I hate staplers, too. I managed to get one side pinned up, and began stapling along the top of the fucking paper, but couldn’t seem to uncurl the other side to get the job done. Then Jun slid a chair up to the wall and stood on it, running his beautiful freaking hand along the poster and giving me easy access. Oh, Jun, give me easy access, please. Run your hands along - no no no no no no no no!!!!!!

I jerked my head in a half shake, tripping to the side and tumbling off the chair I had been standing on. Just my luck that a desk broke my head’s fall. I swear, I don’t think I’ll ever hear anything sicker than the sound of my skull connecting with the wood. CRACK!

Mommy, make the pain stop.

And the bleeding.

And the naughty fantasies of Jun that are dancing like tweaker sugar plum fairies in my head.

I don’t remember anything after that - at least not clearly. I know for sure that I didn’t speak - I was in too much pain to speak. I woke up in the hospital with stitches in my head, a huge headache, and the realization that I had just embarrassed myself so completely in front of Jun. I thought up lame explanations when I went home that night.

“Sorry about yesterday (assuming I only slept a day) but I can assure you that it was entirely your fault - you and that sexy ass of yours.”

-_- Since WHEN did Jun become sexy?

... I didn’t want the answer to that.

Another stupid one was something like ‘don’t worry, it happens all the time.’

I also had...

“I thought I was being attacked by a killer bee.”

“Didn’t you hear the Duck and Cover alarm go off?”

“I was training for the army.”

“I just wanted to travel sideways.”

Ugh. My head hurt. I’ll deal with it tomorrow. For now... Zzzzz...

I woke up and when I did, came to terms that I was a teacher trying to deny his sexual preferences and that, in coming to terms with that, I should have had an easier time with the whole thing. I didn’t. Instead, I carefully placed this realization in a plastic container, clicked the lid on, and shoved it into the back of the freezer.

Okay, I was so not having doubts about my sexuality! I’m straight! ...I just had bad luck with girls... really bad luck.

Besides, Jun looked enough like a girl, anyway! Hmm... actually, he was much prettier than a girl... urgh.

Make me stop.

It plagued me as I walked to school, whirling in jagged circles around my head until I nearly walked out in front of a semi, a breath away from becoming road kill. At least I wouldn’t have to agonize about this any more. But instead I continued living and beating my brain with a baseball bat about my student, dreading each step I took. Finally, I was in my classroom.

I was tearing my hair out (almost) by the time first period began. I knew it was pathetic, but I was having a hard time convincing myself I could make it through the day, much less the rest of the year, alive.

The kids seemed overly subdued that morning, which made me even more nervous. Were they planning something? Did they know? Were they on drugs!?

I found out later in the day that most of the seniors had gone to a party the other night and were pretty much suffering from a collective hang over. I wondered who felt worse; them or me.

Miraculously, when 3rd came, I made it through okay, without sustaining another injury or making a fool out of myself. In fact, I actually pulled myself together long enough to ask him to check and make sure all the desks had books underneath them. I sat behind my desk, slipping down further and further in my seat, while I tried to look busy (and not stare at his butt).

All the books were there (I already knew that) but by then I had finally used my brain to come up with something else for him to do. I was on a roll!

That year was one of the most torturous times in my life. To be so close to him all the time, but not be able to touch him... let alone talk. The kid was like a brick wall.

I can’t even count all the times I lost all function of my brain upon sighting Jun. I started tripping over my own feet a lot, I can tell you that. I broke a coffee cup, too (why was I drinking coffee in the first place? ... I hate the stuff!)

I can admit right now that I had no idea what was going on in Jun’s head. If I were him, I’d think my teacher was a complete tard.

Every once in a while, I would suffer from a major brain seizure and I couldn’t think up a single thing for him to do. So we spent an hour in the same room with nothing to say. I would sit in my desk and he would sit in a randomly selected student’s desk. And we wouldn’t do a thing.

I hate my life.

But when I realized that after this year I would never see him again, it was even worse; I panicked. Now, I should have probably been relieved, but I wasn’t thinking rationally. I’d never see him again! This made me completely miserable.

Urrrrrgh.

Sometimes I really don’t know what goes on in the heads of these kids. Really, I just don’t have a single freaking idea. I mean, what the hell could that kid have been thinking as he ran and jumped onto the desk? Especially a desk as old as the ones I have in my classroom? I guess he didn’t think that maybe it would snap off a leg or two under his weight. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t a lightweight - I think he was on the football team, which may have explained why he thought it was such a good idea to attack the desk. Got hit too many times with the football.

It happened in second period. I wasn’t really paying attention, just grading some worksheets first period had turned into me that day. I guess I really am a little too lenient with the seniors, what with just letting them do whatever they want and trusting them enough to act mature and not destroy my room. I didn’t know exactly what happened - I just looked up in time to see some moron getting dumped onto the floor by the broken desk.

Right now I wasn’t feeling very happy. I was trying to reattach the leg at the moment, to no avail. Okay, this was pissing me off. Major time. Every time I thought I had it, the thing would make a snapping chink of a noise and I’d be back in square one - sometimes, if my Karma was feeling vindictive, my skin would get pinched a little. I had a few small bleeding wounds by the time Jun found me.

I didn’t notice his presence until one of his pale hands covered mine, the other gripping a clear space on the leg. As startled as I was, I noticed how much bigger my hand was compared to his, noticed the way my skin seemed even tanner than normal next to his. Mmm... Jun.... I’m going to kill myself one of these days.

No, seriously, I'll be crossing the street and I'll see him and drift off into happy 'I want to do naughty things to Jun' land and then I'll get hit by a semi or something, WHAM! Just one less weird history teacher.

It took me a moment to realize he had just clicked the leg into place. Just like that. Well, don't I feel stupid. Hey, Jun, you have such wonderful hands, I bet you'd be really good in... no! Bad me! Thank Jun already, you dork!

"Uh... wow. Hey, thanks." Yup. I have an extensive vocabulary.

He didn't say a thing, just a smile that almost wasn't there and a nod.

I wondered what would happen if I told him I loved him?

No more coffee for me!

Another year gone by. Another class graduating, another wave of freshmen ready to come in and get canned by another wave of seniors. I almost felt sorry for them, but there's a reason I don't teach them. Fresh out of middle school (note; middle school is the root of all evil - housing hundreds of mean, hormonal kids together is not a good idea) they think they're top dog here, too. That means whoever teaches them has to deal with this. Not me.

I'm so glad I teach Seniors. Most of the time they're not even here, and when they are, they're asleep.

Whatever I was talking about before probably doesn't matter; none of it has anything to do with my point (I have a point). That point being it was another year tormented by Jun. He doesn't talk. He wears the same thing again and again.... everyday..... and looks damn sexy in it. He smells good.

Okay, I told myself no more coffee and here I am on my third cup. Caffeine does funny things to me. Jun does funny things to me. Jun and caffeine together do horrible, unspeakable things to me.

Speak of the devil, here he is. Last day of school. I don't have anything for him to.... do. Naughty thoughts. Whoa, he's getting closer to my desk than he normally does. As per the usual the static crackle that announces the speaker bursts into the room, and I half listen to what the office has to say as he walks closer and closer.... is it just me or does he have a weird expression on his face?

They're announcing birthdays. Jun's name came up, but by that time he was already at my desk. He reached over and pulls me up (at this moment, I'm thinking I'm hallucinating or something) and all out kissed me. Not a chaste kiss or even just a kiss; it was an all out attack of tongue, teeth and lips. I was pretty much determined to let it play out (my hallucinations are fun! Until they contain aliens, then they're just wrong) as he attempted to suck out my soul. All he had to do was...

Oh. I finally figured out this was really happening. It took Jun pushing me back into my chair, climbing over my desk and sitting in my lap for it to hit me. Actually, it took all that, and then my chair falling over and spilling us onto the floor to get me to realize it wasn't a hallucination. He finally pulled back, and all I could do was stare. Maybe I could get him to do it again.

Then everything clicked. Some of it, at least. Okay, actually all that clicked was, "You're eighteen today."

He nodded. How come he can do that and look smart, but I just look stupid?

So I blinked at him. "Happy Birthday." Then I kissed him.

This was the happiest day of my life! Woo!

That was a big fat lie. The best day of my life was a week later. I was taking a shower, being sort of depressed - after all, no more Jun. Jun went bye-bye. He was a senior... hello? I have seperation issues. I know this.

It took me a moment to realize someone was pounding on my apartment door. Oh, God. I wasn't singing in the shower again, was I? I rinsed off my hair and grabbed a towel, leaving on the water and answering the door.

Oh. Hi Jun. Wait, how the hell did you find my apar- all logical, or somewhat logical, thought process stopped right there as he pushed me away from the threshold, sending me stumbling backwards, managing to press against me and propel me back into the bathroom at the same time. I lost my towel along the way. Yeah, Jun, nice to see you, too, so glad to see you're doing good - anything I teach you turn out to be handy?

I have very good conversations with people in my head.

My calf hit something and I nudged it aside as Jun shoved me inside the shower stall and followed me. With his clothing on. He's really sexy when he's drenched. And when he's plastered against you. And when he's touching your butt. Whoa! He's touching my butt! Well, I am naked....

The first time I had sex with Jun was in the shower.

So was the second time. The third time we made it... to the doorway. And so on and so forth.

We eventually made it to the bed. But by then we were so tired all we could do was curl up around each other and sleep.

I like his hipbones.