Failure

As soon as I'm in the laptop, i'm repeating myself. Laptop starting, digging for my vibrator. I don't remove my underwear this time, judt in case.

Once the laptop is loading a video, this time a Hentai Haven video, THEN Becky plows in. I have time to mute it, but nothing else.

"Seriously, are you and Tyler dating now? What was with the notes? Are we in the fifth grade?" She asks me.

She hasn't noticed my screen, or she's ignoring it. Either way, don't mention.

"Oh yeah, Becks. We're totally doing it on your bed too." I tell her sarcastically. "I just met him today. Besides, you know how loud it gets there. It was just easier than shouting at each other."

Becky opens her mouth to respond, before her eyes glance to my screen.

"What the fuck are you looking at, Vic? Jesus, have some common courtesy... if you're gonna be looking at that, at least leave a message on the door, or something!" She yells, grabbing her stuff and storming out, muttering 'Weird Japanese Shit'.

I sigh, and flop onto the bed as she slams the door. Well, there goes my enthusiasm.