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SpacePunk

g the clouds a cotton candy pink, and casting an orange glow over the world. The lake twinkled in the sunlight, and the grass danced in the slight breeze. Everything was serene and perfect.
Tyler looked over at his companion and smiled. She smiled back. “The sunset is so beautiful,” she said, looking back out over the lake.
“This sunset’s got nothing on you.” The girl blushed and looked down. Tyler smirked and lifted her chin, locking eyes with her. Slowly he leaned in and closed the space between them. The girl leaned into the kiss, and Tyler pressed his body close to her. He slowly began to move his hand down her back, but she stopped him, breaking away.
“I-I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she said.
“Come on, I’ve got protection. And I’m a very gentle guy. You’re safe with me.”
“I don’t know…”
“Let’s try it, and if you want me to stop, I will.” He resumed kissing her and soon the two got lost in the moment. At one point, Tyler was on top of her, and after a heated moment of passion, they rolled off of each other and sighed, the sun almost gone now.
The girl’s chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. “Wow.” Tyler smirked. That’s what they all say.
***
The gravel crunched underneath the tires of the old Chevy Cobalt. Tyler pulled into his driveway, and turned off the car. He went inside his house, quietly closing the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen, his stomach growling.
He flicked the lights on and was greeted by the sight of his sister sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. He sighed in relief. “Shit, I thought you were mom.”
“Nah, mom’s asleep.”
“Already?”
“She had a long day.”
Tyler shrugged and grabbed a bowl, joining his sister at the table. He poured himself some cereal and began to eat.
“So what was her name?”
“Whose?”
“The girl you fucked.”
Tyler frowned. He had met her a week ago, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember her name. “I honestly don’t remember.”
His sister rolled her eyes. “You are a literal piece of shit.”
Tyler pretended to be hurt, putting a hand on his heart. “That hurt, Grace. That really hurt.” This produced another eye roll from Grace. “Nah, but you’re just as bad as me! How many girls have you fucked?”
“Three. Over the course of two years. Because I actually know how to be in a committed relationship.”
“Committed relationships are lame. You don’t need to be in love to have sex.”
“I can’t believe we’re twins.”
***
Tyler walked into the noisy cafeteria, which was packed to capacity. He sat down at a round table with a group of four other boys. “’Sup Ty?” one of them greeted.
“Nothing much, nothing much.”
“So how was the girl yesterday?”
Tyler held up his fingers, making the “okay” symbol, smirking. “Fucking solid, bro.”
“Dude, I’m surprised you don’t have an STD by now,” said another boy, and the others laughed.
“I use protection, it’s all good.”
Another boy at the table snapped his fingers, his eyes widening in excitement. “Bro, you think you can get any girl, right?”
“I don’t think, I know.”
“Wanna test that theory?”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How?”
“You gotta date the school’s most undateable girl—Lucy Diaz.”
“Why is she so undataeble?” The boy shrugged.
“No one knows. She’s never had a boyfriend since middle school. All she does is read.”
“What do I get if I win?”
“I just got paid, so if you date her and take her to prom, I will give you a thousand bucks.”
“Dude, isn’t that like, your whole paycheck?”
“Yeah, but here’s the thing: you can’t have sex with her the entire time. None, no blowjobs, no handjobs, nothing.”
Tyler thought about it. It was the end of March, so that would be three months of no sex. Normally he wouldn’t even consider no sex for three months, but it would be the easiest money he ever made. He couldn’t pass up such a glorious opportunity. Besides, he knew a few girls who wouldn’t mind being his side hoe. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
“And if you back out, or can’t get her, I’ll tell your mom you’re not a virgin.” Tyler’s heart skipped a beat. If his mom ever found out, she’d cut his dick off and take him to church. She was a stickler for waiting until marriage, it’s what the Bible said. And in her mind, going against the Bible was worse than murder. He shuddered at the thought. But he held his hand out anyways.
“Alright, it’s a bet.” The two boys shook on it, making it official. Tyler then got up from his seat and walked over to the girl.
“Hey, you’re Lucy Diaz, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Tyler. What are you reading?”
“Why are you talking to me?” Tyler faltered for a second. That was the first time a girl didn’t welcome his presence. It confused him.
“Well, I’ve never really seen you around before, and someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be all by herself.” Lucy scoffed.
“I’m a lesbian.”
Tyler blinked. He didn’t see that coming. “I’m sorry?”
“I. Am. A. Lesbian. As in, I like pussy.”
Tyler nodded. He walked over to his seat at the table, stunned into silence.
“What happened?” the boy asked.
“She’s a lesbian.”
The entire table erupted into laughter.
***
And so for the next week, Tyler would use every trick in the book to try and woo this girl. He bought her flowers, recited poetry, sang songs to her, but it was no use. Lucy Diaz wanted nothing to do with him. Finally, out of desperation, he decided to tell her the truth.
He ran up to her in the school parking lot one day, however she completely ignored him. Instead, she just stared at her car. “What’s wrong?” When she didn’t answer, he followed her gaze to the front tire. It had a giant gash in it and was completely void of air. It looked quite sad really, all deflated and whatnot. Tyler let out a low whistle. “Damn, that sucks.”
“Unless you can help me, I suggest you leave me alone.”
Tyler’s lips curled into a devious grin. He just thought of the perfect plan. “As a matter of fact, I can help you.”
Lucy eyed him suspiciously. “And just how do you plan on doing that?”
“Well, I have a proposition for you. You see, I too am in need of assistance. And you can help me out. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”
“I’m gonna scratch your face if you don’t tell me what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Relax, I’m gonna tell you. My friends made a bet with me. I have to date you up until prom—mind you, I’m not allowed to have sex with you—for a thousand dollars.”
“Well that explains a lot.”
“Listen, listen, listen, if you help me out, I’ll let you have half the prize money, and you can fix your tire problem.”
“You can’t be serious. Why would anyone in their right mind agree to that?”
“Because you need a new tire, or else you’ll be using the school bus. Think of all the annoying middle schoolers reciting outdated memes, the potheads smoking weed in the back seats, the rednecks blasting country music…it’d be Hell on Earth. But all that could be avoided if you pretend to date me. I’d give you rides to school for free until your car got fixed, buy you books, and you don’t even have to have sex with me.”
Lucy thought about it. She actually thought about it. Of all the people that could be involved in her life, it just had to be this fuckboy. She sighed, shaking her head. “Alright, fine, I’ll do it. But the moment you try and get in my pants I’m out.”
“Oh my god, thank you so much!” In his excitement, Tyler pulled her into a kiss. Both of their eyes widened in shock. Lucy because she wasn’t expecting it. Tyler because he felt something. His heart fluttered and fireworks went off in his head.
Lucy pushed him away, appalled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?!”
“Holy shit…”
“Please warn me when you plan on kissing me.”
“Can I drive you home?”
“Well how else am I gonna get there?”
***
That night, Tyler Googled what he had felt when he kissed Lucy. Unfortunately, his search got him nowhere. He sighed and leaned against the back of his chair. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” he called. The door opened and Grace poked her head in.
“Dude, you okay? Mom made chicken alfredo and you didn’t even leave your room. She’s refusing to let me eat until we all pray together, and I’m starving.”
“Is there something wrong with me?”
“What?”
“I kissed someone today—”
“Shocker.”
“Shut up. I kissed someone today and I felt something weird. Like, my heart sped up and my hands got clammy. WebMD said I was having a stroke.” Grace laughed. She leaned on the door frame for support as she held on to her stomach. Once she finally calmed down, she wiped away a tear and looked him dead in the eyes.
“You’re in love.”
“No, nope, no way, not possible. Tyler Johnson does not fall in love.”
“Look up the science of love. Symptoms of the first stage of love: sweaty palms, increased heart rate, both due to raised levels of serotonin in your brain. Suddenly she’s all you can think about, every love song you hear you think of her. Face it, broski, you’re more in love than Ron and Hermione are.”
Tyler put his head in his hands and groaned. This was literally the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Grace walked over to him and patted his back. “Lemme give you some advice. If someone makes fireworks go off in your head when you kiss, that’s a person you need to keep in your life.”
“You’re probably right. But how do I make her fall in love with me?”
“Well, there’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep—”
“No, no she’s special.”
“Well, what does she like?”
“Um…She likes books. She’s always reading.”
Grace thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. “I got it. Get her a personalized bookmark. That way she doesn’t have to bend the pages and ruin the book.”
Tyler thought about it, nodding his head. “Yeah…Yeah, that’s good. And I know just how to give it to her.”
***
Monday morning, Lucy got up and got ready for school. She showered, did her hair, put on her make-up, and kissed her parents good-bye. It was a normal start to her day. Of course, she wasn’t at all expecting the surprise that waited for her outside her door.
She stood on her front steps, jaw dropped, eyes wide. “Oh my god.”
Waiting for her on her front lawn was none other than Tyler Johnson, wearing nothing but briefs with a rose in his mouth. In his hand was a small box with a little bow on it. However, she was more focused on Tyler’s solid six pack and huge biceps. Not to mention the fact that there was also a bulge in his briefs. Either he’s got a boner, or his dick is fucking huge.
“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, winking at her. If his body couldn’t turn her straight, then nothing could.
“Tyler what the fuck are you doing?”
“I bring you a gift. Unfortunately, the gift is not my rockin’ body, however after prom, that can always be an option.”
“Get off my lawn! And where are your clothes!?!”
“In the car. Just, come here, I have a gift for you!” Lucy rolled her eyes and walked over to him. He stood up and handed her the box. “Open it.”
“No, I’m just gonna stare at it.” They stood there for a solid five minutes while Lucy just stared at the gift.
“Lucy, seriously, just open it!”
“Fine.” She tore into the box and gasped when she opened it up. She took out a bookmark with her name written in heavy black ink done in Calligraphy. Around her name were vibrantly colored flowers, and hanging off the bookmark was a blue tassel. “Oh my god, this is beautiful! Where did you get this?”
“I uh, got it off this site called Etsy. They like, make personalized gifts and stuff, and I know you like to read and stuff, so I thought you’d like it. It was like, 15 bucks, but it’s no big deal.”
Lucy was absolutely baffled. This fuckboy bought her a 15-dollar bookmark for no damn reason. Although his presentation could use a little work, the gift was perfect. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…
“Do you like it?”
Lucy smiled a genuine smile. “Yeah, I do. Thank you.”
“Oi! ¡Blanco! ¡Fuera de mi propiedad o llamaré a la policía, mierda!” The two looked behind Lucy and saw her father standing there with a shotgun.
“What’d he say? Why does he have a gun?” Tyler asked, panic in his voice.
“’Get the fuck off my lawn or I’ll call the cops’ pretty much.”
Her dad cocked the shotgun and took aim. “¡Vaminos, muchacho!”
Tyler put his hands in the air and quickly scurried off to his car. Lucy sighed in relief and shook her head.
***
Over the weekend, Lucy decided to go to the bookstore, since she had just finished her last book. She walked inside, the cold air conditioning making her shiver a little. The place was pretty spacious with a cozy vibe to it. She walked over to the YA section and perused the selection. Eventually, she picked up a book called Misquitoland by David Arnold. The cover depicted a girl riding on top of a bus writing in a journal.
“Dude, that book is fucking amazing.” Startled by the random voice, she flinched and dropped the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” They both bent down to retrieve the book, and their hands overlapped. Lucy looked up and met the beautiful brown eyes of a girl. Butterflies filled her stomach and she just stared for a bit, the other girl smiling.
After a moment, they both slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact. Finally, Lucy regained the ability to speak. “Uh, really? What’s it about?”
“This girl hears some really bad news about her mom, so she goes on this cross country road trip to go and see her. But like, it’s got lots of cool characters and the main character, Mim, writes letters to one of her family members explaining her reasons and like, she’s really weird and surprisingly human. It’s the best road trip book I’ve ever read. And don’t worry, it’s nothing like John Green.”
“Sounds pretty cool.”
“Yeah, it is. And it’s pretty new too, so like, it isn’t cheesy. You should totally get it.”
“Well, thanks to your persuasion skills, I think I will.”
The girl smiled. “Awesome. It’s my favorite book, so tell me how you like it, okay? Here, lemme put my number in your phone.” Once they finished exchanging contact information, the girl bid Lucy goodbye and left the store. Looking down at her phone, she read the name belonging to the number. “Grace, huh? What a pretty name.”
***
Tyler waited outside Lucy’s house, Grace sitting in the back seat. She had missed the bus due to over sleeping, and therefore, was in need of a ride. While they were waiting, Grace was telling him about the girl she met at the bookstore. “She was beautiful, dude! Like, Galadriel from The Lord of the Rings beautiful! And she had a really good taste in books too. I told her to buy this book and she was like, “yeah I think I might” and so I told her to tell me what she thinks when she reads it.”
Tyler chuckled at his sister’s excitement. “Oh yeah? What’d she look like?”
“Uh…Like that.” Tyler frowned and looked at the direction Grace was pointing. To his disbelief, she was pointing directly at Lucy. Tyler shook his head.
“No, no way, that can’t be her. What book did you tell her to buy?”
“Misquitoland by David Arnold.”
Lucy got in the passenger’s seat and smiled at Tyler. However, the smile faded when she saw the look of