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, at first it was just sex, he scorched my sheets. Then we were together…"</p><p id="a0f1">“And then? What?’</p><p id="3249">Friede's eyes had watered from the frigid night, and she used it to her advantage.</p><p id="6d36">"And then he died–in a fire. It was poetic but painful, Bebe. Don't make me talk about it anymore, please!"</p><p id="647b">Bebe hugged her, and her friend’s sweet scent of rose, sage, and patchouli soothed Friede. Now maybe she would stop asking her about her hot boys while she was having a cold spell.</p><p id="cabb">Friede threw her cigarette butt to the ground, and a <i>very</i> hot boy looked at her. She lit another cigarette and looked at the flame juxtaposed to him with her tongue out.</p><p id="a5a4">Her new hot boy.</p><p id="e6f8"><b><i>This is my first Microcosm story! I followed this prompt:</i></b></p><div id="8cd0" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/weekly-prompt-lyin-bout-the-dyin-b2275acb2402"> <div> <div> <h2>Weekly Prompt: Lyin'' Bout the Dyin'</h2> <div><h3>Sometimes you just want people to feel shit about your life.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*64-Bc2nw5AVmMdg2)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="8224"><b><i>You can read more of my stories here:</i></b></p><div id="4bbc" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/inside-the-erotic-writer"> <div> <div> <h2>inside the erotic writer</h2> <div><h3>erotic stories and the behind t

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Hot Boys

“Tell me about one of your hot boys, Friede!” she demanded.

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Bebe always had a new boyfriend.

Every time she went out with her, Friede was told about a new guy. Bebe would show her a screenshot of the guy on her phone, who was always hotter than the next, and tell her something that made her ears burn because it was so incendiary.

"Friede, you are such a pretty girl. You never tell me about any of your acquisitions!" Bebe said, lighting a cigarette. It was back in style to smoke them, so Bebe took her hand and walked outside of the bar. It was cool to stand with all of the cool kids and smoke. Bebe blew smoke in her face incidentally as she asked again.

"Tell me about one of your hot boys, Friede!" she demanded.

Friede looked at all the people around them and asked Bebe for a cigarette. That would be her smoky courage since she was outside and could not ask for another cocktail.

"There was Reuben," she said softly after she blew some smoke of her own. "He was a hot boy."

"Where did you meet him?!"

"Online," Friede said. Her lies were always like a loaded pistol. Ready and poised to shoot. "Online, at first it was just sex, he scorched my sheets. Then we were together…"

“And then? What?’

Friede's eyes had watered from the frigid night, and she used it to her advantage.

"And then he died–in a fire. It was poetic but painful, Bebe. Don't make me talk about it anymore, please!"

Bebe hugged her, and her friend’s sweet scent of rose, sage, and patchouli soothed Friede. Now maybe she would stop asking her about her hot boys while she was having a cold spell.

Friede threw her cigarette butt to the ground, and a very hot boy looked at her. She lit another cigarette and looked at the flame juxtaposed to him with her tongue out.

Her new hot boy.

This is my first Microcosm story! I followed this prompt:

You can read more of my stories here:

Read all of my stories and many more. Become a Medium member and support the writers you love — I’m a member!

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