log - morph and copycat
Who: Kevin and Vanessa Where: Vanessa's room When: um, June 6th, evening What: Awkward. Really, really awkward conversation about...seeeex.
So Vanessa wanted to talk about stuff. That made Morph very nervous. He wasn’t quite sure what constituted stuff, whether the conversation would be good or bad, whether about their relationship or God knew what else.. He didn’t have anything to hide, though, so it wasn’t like he was incapable of talking. He just wasn’t always good at being serious when he was nervous. That meant whatever was up could go badly.
But anyway, he didn’t see a reason to really put it off. He went over to her room in the evening, knocking on the door in such a pattern so she’d know it was him. And he really did his best to look charming as ever.
Morph had good reason to be concerned, considering that Vanessa had been acting so bizarre. She’d been somewhat twitchy leading up to prom, and then she’d asked to talk to him about stuff. And that was never a good omen. She’d found herself getting up to go talk to him multiple times and then getting fidgety all over again and deciding against it. So it was no wonder that he made it to come talk to her before she got to go talk to him.
Hearing the knock on her door --- it was almost like she knew who it was, and probably did, considering that she spent most of her time with Kevin --- Vanessa leapt up and practically sprinted to the door. And, when she opened it, she was vaguely out of breath and turned bright red (thank God she wasn’t blue at the moment or else she would have turned bright purple) and managed a completely lame, “Hi!”
Kevin was both more and less afraid when she actually opened the door. On the one hand, he cared about Vanessa and that made him smile. On the other hand, they were going to talk and that made his squishy little heart beat fast.
But the 'hi' wasn't so bad. "Hi!" he grinned, fidgeting on his feet a moment before pointing inside the room. "Mind if I come in?" You know, to talk. Awkward.
"What?” Oh. Right. Duh. Vanessa rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly then ushered him in. “Of course not. My room’s your room and all that… you know… stuff. Cause, I mean… we’re dating. So it’s not like I’d be all ‘don’t come into my room.’”
Just a little rambly.
She backed up out of the doorway so he could pass and then started fidgeting again, looking like she would have preferred to be anywhere else. “So… we’ve been sort of seeing each other for sort of awhile.”
"Right." This wasn't suspicious or weird at all. Morph thought about kissing her for a moment but then decided against it. If this was going to a bad place, he didn't want to be totally shot down. "Yeah, we have. I...like it." He stepped back a little, waiting expectantly.
“Me too!” She said just a little too quickly and too exuberantly. Though it wasn’t that she was lying, because she did, she was just so nervous that everything was coming out all crazy-like.
The fidgeting doubled and Vanessa was definitely avoiding looking directly at him. “I guess I just wanted to see if you’d ever… you know. Cause sometimes people who date do that.”
Morph grinned at her reply, because that was a good sign. But then his expression became very confused, and his eyebrows knitted in thought. "I would do...what?" He honestly had no idea.
“You know.” He had to know. He was a boy for goodness sake. A squishy boy, but still a boy. Then again, what if he couldn’t actually… you know. Do what she was referring to. Oh, crap.
Vanessa bit her lip, before repeating and finally blurting out, “You know --- sex.”
Kevin paused for a second before going "Oh sex. I thought you were going to break up with more or something." He chuckled, a bright smile showing he was now relieved.
And then he remembered she had asked him a question. "Oh. I mean, yeah. I mean, I'd like to have sex with you. You're really hot, you know, and I'm a boy." See? He was a boy. A hormonal boy. His brain had just been elsewhere.
Wow, this was an unromantic discussion about sex.
“You do? Oh. Cool.” Clearly, she was about as romantic about sex as he was. “I mean… not to make it like… oh cool, let’s do it right now but…”
Huh. She had to ask. She had to. “I mean… can you? Cause you’re… sort of… squishy… and not… normal…” Though as soon as the N word came out of her mouth, Vanessa visibly winced. “Neithr am I. I just mean… anatomically… and… stuff.”
"Yeah, yeah, but we should. I mean. I think we should." This conversation was going so well...but it could be worse.
Oh, wait, it just got worse. "I am totally capable!" The lovable Morph even sounded a bit offended at that. Not so much because his girlfriend had said he wasn't normal (obvious), but that she implied he couldn't get it up. And that hurt his manly pride, what little of it he had.
“Oh! No! I mean…” Oh, god. She hadn’t meant that he couldn’t get it up but… she didn’t even know if he had a real… dick, for goodness sake. And, if it wasn’t real and just shapeshifted, who knew if it worked.
"Yeah, well, don't worry about that. That, heh," he gave her a dirty grin, trying to play it off even though he just wanted to pout, "That will be the least of our worries." Not that there were really worries, but..it sounded funny and arrogant.
Vanessa blinked at him, like she was supremely confused for a second. “Wait, what? What are our problems going to be…?”
Oh, she didn’t want to admit to being 100% inexperienced, not when he was being cocky like that.
Now he was nervous again. He shrugged. "I don't...um, actually know. It just sounded winning." Because he didn't know, either. What he'd done with Vanessa was as far as he'd gone ever.
She was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, looking uncomfortable and her blush deepening. “Have you --- done… that before?” Oh, hell no, she didn’t want to come right out and say ‘have you had sex before.’ Because the way she was phrasing it was oh so much better… and so much less awkward. Right…
Oh, yes, much less awkward. Kevin ducked his head for a moment before looking back up at her. "No, I haven't..." There was a dangling unspoken question on the end of that. Had she had sex before?
“Oh, good!” For some reason, that relieved her more than she wanted to admit… though her tone of voice probably gave her away. “Neither have I. So, like, neither of us will know if it’s bad.” Probably another thing she shouldn’t have said… she definitely had a problem with that. “Not that it’ll be bad or that I’m being all… have sex with me now. Just I thought we should… talk about it.”
Nessie did just have a tendency to blurt out things inappropriately, but Morph generally didn't mind. Even this time he wasn't that offended--not like when she wondered if he even had a dick. "Yeah, I think that's good. To talk about it. It's a good thing to know...where we, uh, stand on that issue." And now they both knew that neither of them had a clue about what was going on. Good times.
"It can't be that hard, though, right? Everyone does… it. So it's gotta be pretty easy." There was some logic. And, anyway, Vanessa was already bright red. She was happy to keep babbling just to distract Morph from that. "But we probably shouldn't talk about it too much. Cause it's supposed to be spontaneous… or something. Right?"
"Yeah, it should be easy." He grinned before catching his bottom lip between his teeth nervously. "No, I mean, yeah. Because we'll just...do it. Someday. Maybe soon." Because now it was in his mind.
“Yeah, maybe soon. Because… we shouldn’t wait too long, you know. Or else we’ll just be old. Except, I guess we don’t have to look old if we don’t want to look old---” Sweet “---which is kinda cool.” There was that silver lining in this whole muddling conversation anyway. “And because…” Vanessa sort of shuffled from foot to foot. “It’d probably be fun. And stuff.”
"Yeah, I mean, we'll never really get that old," he grinned, thinking about that instead of the residual awkwardness. "Yeah, so, yeah. Um, maybe if that's all you wanted to talk about I should, like, go?"
“You don’t… have to go…” Vanessa said hesitantly, not sure if telling him to stay was the equivalent of ‘let’s have sex right now’ at this point. Was it? It might have been, and it wasn’t like she had any experience knowing what kind of signals she was giving off.
Kevin certainly wasn't sure to make of this, either. She wanted to talk about if they would have sex, but didn't want to have it right then, but he could stay and...do what? Think about having sex with her but not actually? He felt like he should go. Maybe that was a bad idea, because maybe it would look like she was scaring him off. But he'd want their first time to be, well, more special than this. This would be lame.
"No, I have finals to study for and stuff. I'd like to graduate high school at last, you know," he grinned, moving to give her a kiss goodbye. Just so she'd know things were okay even though this conversation was really weird.
“Oh… okay.” She didn’t want to look all disappointed or anything. Like she thought he was doing something wrong by leaving. But she was disappointed. In that sort of… it wasn’t like she wanted to strip down (or in Kevin’s case, shift down) and have sex right then and there. But she also wanted him to want to do that. Or something.
“Sure,” Vanessa said, returning his kiss quickly. “We can hang out after finals and stuff.”
Now Morph felt bad, because she clearly was disappointed. Of course he kind of wanted to have sex with her right there. He was a guy, and she was hot and was saying that she wanted to have sex with him. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to have sex. His life, so hard.
"Yeah." He kissed her again, a bit more forcefully, before pulling back and heading towards the door. Walking backwards and smiling at her.