I findmyself in the egg aisle thinking of elementary school grammar lessons.
Particularly the one Mrs. Harrison gave about adjectives. Adjectives are describing words. They describe nouns. Looks like, feels like, sounds like.
Easy enough, I remember thinking.Smooth desk.Fluffy dog.
Then,loud Annie Li.Smart Annie Li.Tough Annie Li. Scary Annie Li.
Because Annie Li was taking that particular lesson to lay the fuck into Steven Choi, who was sitting to our right, because he had called May a nerd during recess. Annie Li being Annie Li, however, was using adjectives at a level far beyond any of our comprehension.
Ignorant Steven Choi, she hissed, her feet unknowingly kicking the back of my chair in her agitation.Nauseating, revolting Steven Choi.Repulsive, disfigured, pathetic Steven Choi.
Then in my head I added,sad Steven Choi, after he started crying, thensorry Steven Choi, after Annie made him apologize to May, who was sitting behind her.
In high school, there were two different sets of adjectives. Junior year?Funny, intelligent, hardworking Annie Li. Senior year?Nasty as fuck Annie Li.
Standing there in the egg aisle, buying supplies for theNakedReactionsvideo I plan on filming tonight, my thirty-year-old self is able to think of more advanced adjectives to describe Annie.
Tenacious, unyielding, abrasive Annie Li.Guarded, wary.
When I woke up with her all but riding my dick?Supple. Sexy. Lascivious. Soft and wet Annie Li.A quiet miracle of soft curves, impossible considering her razor-sharp edges.
And after holding her sobbing body at the rest stop?Fragile, delicate. Complex.Wounded.
I grab a pack of eggs and a pack of bacon. Some bread and butter and cream. I’ve gotta take advantage of this pool house situation and the fact that Annie will be hiding there overnight. Something quick, something easy, like breakfast food.
I’ve gotta work on my fancy pants voice, the over-the-top professor type-shit, ‘cause I’ve been Brooklyn Nico for the last two weeks, so I practice a few lines in the car on my drive over to the restaurant for a quick in and out before filming.
Once I get back to our place, it’s late enough that all the lights are off in the pool house. I quietly gather all my camera equipment and make my way to the main house. On my way past, though, one more adjective pops into my head, unbidden.Complicated Annie Li. And that’s the absolute last thing I need, with everything going on in my life right?—
A sound cuts through the silence.
I freeze, and I listen.
Another.
I know, justknowthat I shouldn’t—am absolutely positive, in fact—but I make my way towards where it’s coming from, towards a window of the pool house with a faint light illuminating?—
No.
Yes.
Hellyes.
Another sound—amoan.
The dim light of a laptop screen illuminates Annie. And hey, as far as lascivious peeping can go, it’s ain’t too bad, ‘cause she’s entirely under the covers, but there is no doubt as to what’s going on, what she’s doing, or what she’s watching, even if I can’t see the screen.
Fuck yes.
Fuck—
My ring light falls out of my hand and drops to the ground with muffledthud.
I throw myself on the ground right behind it, lay myself as flat as possible, the only thing still up in the air my, well. You know.
Lying here in the dirt, seconds away from being put on a national sexual offender list, some new adjectives pop into my lizard brain.
CreepyNico Giannuzzi.
