A , a Girlfriend

Pop Pop Pop...Pop Pop.. BEEEEEEEEE

You open the door of the microwave and remove the steaming popcorn bag from the middle of the tray. The salty sweet odor rises up out of the bag as you rip it open and pour every golden kernel into a bowl lined with off-white paper towels. Smiling next to you, letting the scent fill her senses, is your girlfriend of nine months. Theresa Celeste Benton, but you've always just called her Cel. Holding the dvd case for a new movie, Cry me a River, you take a second to look her over again.

Short, dark locks with a modest tint of red fall over her soft brown eyes. Nearly half a foot shorter then you, she is a compact woman of 18 years with a curvy figure and a glowing smile. She wears a yellow and white striped woman's shirt with an unzipped hoodie over it. Her pants fit her figure well, with her arse filling in the back end perfectly. She looks at you smiling, and turns away.

Grabbing a paper plate out from under the cabinet next to the refrigerator, you throw it on top of the bowl and: "Alright, popcorn's done dad! We're gonna go watch that movie now. Don't worry about the phone, I've got it down here," you call down the hallway towards your father's room. Once you reach the bottom step you thump the light switch on with your free hand and open the door, letting Cel step in first.