ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... with this project. I have got it coming up."

"My help? Why would you want that?" Mark says, getting on the train as Rosalind follows behind him. They stand on the busy train.

"You helped Emma out, So..."

"So what? Rosa, what the." Mark stopped himself and looked around, then moved in closer to her. "What the fuck are we, Rosa, like are we friends? Because my existence just seems like a fucking inconvenience for you sometimes. "Mark says lowly but sternly to her face.

"Can we not do this here?" Rosalind says, looking at the other passengers.

"Sure?" Mark says, turning to stare out the window of the train. Frustration was growing on his face, not from Rosalind but from himself. He was confused, angry, and deeply sad about Emma and wanted his friend back. The train stops at their stop, and they both get off and wait for the bus to arrive to drop them off at the apartments.

"Okay, look, Mark," Rosalind says. "I'm sorry." Mark sighs and closes his eyes.

"You don't have to apologize, Rosa."

"You want the truth?"

"Please enlighten me."

"I..hate your face."

"Well, join the club," Mark says, looking back at her with a sideward glance.

"I'm serious," Rosalind says

"Okay, me too."

"Listen to me. Every day I see your face, it reminds me of all those people I thought were my friends. It reminds me of all the bad shit I did, especially to you."

"So, you sneak dis me and treat me like shit?"

"I never said I was a saint."

"No." Mark sighs. ...

... "I guess you didn't."

"Mark, I do. Like you. You're a good person." Rosalind says, walking in front of him. "No one has ever been there for me as much as you have these past few days. Besides, my family and I honestly don't know why you would."

"I don't either."

"I can't help but feel you are just biding your time plotting your revenge against me."

"Dude, do you really think I got time for that between my existential crisis, work, and school? I'm over it, Rosa."

"Well, it's hard for me to be."

"Really?"

"Mark, I'm a horrible person. I don't even have any real friends. All the people around me were there for the money and gifts. I don't even know how to make real friends."

"Wow, money has crippled you."

"Very funny."

"Hey," Mark says, putting his hand on her shoulder. Rosalind looks at his hand. "I guess whether you like it or not, I'm your friend." Rosalind smiles back at him briefly but then turns her head. "Hell, I was trying to be your friend back then, too."

"You were trying to get in my pants," Rosalind says, rolling her eyes.

"Sure," Mark says to her as the bus arrives. "So, what time do you want me to come over?" Mark says, boarding the bus behind Rosalind. They find their seats, and she looks over at him.

"First of all, you will not come over to my apartment. I would much rather go to your place."

"Jesus, don't want your roommate to see me with you?"

"No, that's not. I do not like my roommate. I would rather get away from ...